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walkwithheroesAuthor: Nichole
Challenge: Angel Food: 5. honor thy father/mother
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shayna611
Topping: none
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:1,589
Story Title: Set 1, Story One: Here (Part One)
Story: Surely Someday
Summary: A normal start to a normal day for three abnormal people
Author's Note: This is a new series that I've started working on. All information can be found in the link above. I'm going for something a bit more supernatural, though there will be human drama and a little romance and comedy, too.
A special thank you to the lovelyisanah. :) Part 2 coming in the next two weeks.
Through hazy eyes he could just make out a figure sitting on the edge of his bed. The figure was sitting straight – straighter than anyone he’d ever seen – and smiling sweetly. He groaned inwardly, awkwardly sitting up;
“Good morning, Maggie.”
“Good morning, Douglas.” Her sweet smile stayed firmly on her lips. “Did you sleep well?”
Andrews rubbed some crusty sleep from his eyes. “How long have you been sitting there?”
“Thirty minutes.” Maggie paused in thought. “Simon’s not home yet.”
Glancing at his wrist watch – when had he put that on? – Andrews noted that it was nearly seven in the morning. The sun had been up for a couple of hours now, but that meant nothing. The walk from the university was a long one and Simon tended to try and clean himself off before coming back. Andrews certainly didn’t envy Simon for his monthly “problem” nor did he envy him for his lost time.
“He’ll be home soon.” Andrews stated with a tight smile. “Must have been a rough night for him.” Andrews would have gone on, but he was cut short by the sound of the downstairs door opening and closing. “Ah, that would be Simon, now.”
Both Andrews and Maggie turned their attention to the doorway of Andrews’ room, quietly waiting to see what had become of Simon during the previous evening. They waited for several seconds, until Simon came strolling down the hallway – naked.
Stopping, Simon turned to look at Andrews and Maggie. He smiled widely. “Morning, kids.”
Maggie returned the smile. “Good morning,.” she said, then paused. “You’re naked.”
“Very.” Andrews added, trying to avoid his eyes. “You had on clothes last night.”
Simon shrugged. “Woke up this morning and they were soaked in piss.”
Andrews tossed Simon a blanket, which Simon gratefully used to cover himself up. “Did you walk home like that?” Andrews could hardly believe Simon could have done it. Because, not only was he naked, Simon was also covered head to toe in dirt and mud. “Surely you couldn’t have.”
“I did.” He smiled cheekily. “And I got offers.”
Looking between the two men, Maggie found herself slightly confused. “Offers?”
“I’ll explain later,” Simon and Andrews both said.
Maggie nodded happily, before standing up from Andrews’ bed. “I’ll make breakfast.”
“I’ll shower.”
Andrews glanced between the two people. “And I’ll let you two do those things.”
*
The good thing about living with Maggie was that she tended to cook brilliant breakfasts. On that day, it was chocolate and peanut butter pancakes. The bad thing about living with Maggie was that she tended to cook for six people, in a house where only two actually ate. Andrews wasn’t actually sure when Maggie had learned to cook, but he had a feeling it had something to do with her late nights and the cooking channel.
Between small bites of pancake, Simon tried not to burp up bits of fur. He wasn’t completely sure, but he suspected that he had eaten a rat or two the night before. Across from him, Andrews sat in his usual spot, greedily eating up the pancakes. Sometimes Simon wondered where man kept it all; at six feet, Andrews couldn’t have been more than a hundred and thirty pounds.
“We have work until five. So, we’ll be back by six.” Andrews stated in between mouthfuls of From her spot by the stove, Maggie simply nodded. “I’ll bring new films for you to watch.” Andrews went on, “Classic cinema from France. Or something. Whatever I can find, okay?”
“Ugh,” Simon coughed, causing a clump of gray fur to fly from his mouth and onto the middle of the tiny wooden table. “I ate a rat, a nasty one. Really coming up on me.” Slowly he rubbed his stomach.
Making a face, Andrews pushed his plate aside. Somehow he had lost his appetite. “Thank you for sharing.”
Wordlessly, Maggie moved to the table and picked up the wet piece of fur. Casually – as if she were simply throwing out a banana peel – she tossed it into the trash bin. “At least it’s not a rabbit,” Maggie stated helpfully; though, she wasn’t actually sure who she was trying to be helpful toward or even why.
“Yes,” Simon agreed with a smile, before coughing up a bit of what, to Andrews, looked like a tail. “At least it wasn’t a rabbit.”
“You’ve put me off my breakfast and lunch,.” Andrews complained. “Can’t you do all that before coming home?”
“I could, but I just love saving it all for you.” Simon made a face. “It’s how I show my love.”
“I’ll do without it, then. Thanks.” He pushed his chair back and stood. “We’ll be late for work.”
Simon followed suit, and together the three moved from the kitchen to the front door.
Once at the front door, Andrews and Simon put on their coats, as Maggie watched, fear hiding behind her eyes. This was the worst part of her day; being left alone again. Somehow, Maggie always found herself alone; left behind. It made her truly human, she supposed. Maggie knew she should like that, feeling human. But, being alone with her thoughts were always a nightmare.
“I’ll call you at noon.” Andrews said. “Remember these things: chair, apple, hat, book, Mozart.” Wordlessly, Maggie nodded. “Go into the kitchen.”
“But – “
Simon nodded toward the kitchen. “Go.”
Pouting slightly, Maggie stepped back into the kitchen. “In!” she called out.
“Far enough?” Andrews questioned.
“Normal feeling,” Maggie stated firmly. “Normal.”
Andrews and Simon silently exchanged a look. Then Andrews opened the front door – just far enough for them to step out. A muffled scream of anguish could be heard from the kitchen as the two men quickly exited.
*
In the tiny maintenance office of the university’s biology building, there was a tiny desk, two wooden chairs, and a filing cabinet. It was really meant to be a place for the janitors to eat lunch, but, it was mostly used for Andrews and Simon to hide out from other staff.
Andrews sat at the desk, a large volume on quantum mechanics in his right hand. Across from him, Simon leaned back in his chair, his feet on the old desk, while casually flipping through a car magazine.
“My stomach still feels weird,” Simon admitted, without looking up. “I’ll have to set rat traps before next month.”
“Did you ever find your clothes?” Andrews asked, turning a page in his book.
“No. And, I’m not sure I want to know what happened to them.”
The two went back to their silent reading, only to be disturbed by ring of Andrews’ mobile phone. With a sigh of annoyance, Andrews glanced down at his phone. “Toilet’s in the second floor women’s room is overflowing. Go take care of it.”
“Like hell. I’m on my break.”
“It’s nearly noon.”
With a huff, Simon dropped his magazine. “Fine. Use poor Maggie as an excuse.”
Andrews smiled slyly. “Don’t forget the mop.”
*
With a loud thud, Simon pushed open the door to the women’s restroom with his foot. Awkwardly, he moved the cleaning cart to the toilet that was apparently overflowing. A small puddle of water sat around it. Rolling his eyes, Simon took his mop out of the cleaning cart. They had called him in for this? It was hardly anything to worry about. If he hadn’t known it was there, he wouldn’t have even noticed the puddle.
He was just finishing up, when he heard the door open behind him. He turned to see a lovely looking woman in her late twenties. Her light blue dress looked refreshing against her mocha colored skin, and. she smelled like strawberries and sweet pea lotion. Simon felt a strong urge to rush at the woman. He felt a growl creeping up his throat, and it took everything for him to swallow it down.
“I’m cleaning,” he growled in a tone much more dangerous than he meant. “Get out.”
“But. . .” the woman started. “I’ll try the fourth floor. Sorry.” she slowly backed out of the restroom.
Simon watched her go. Slowly he let his growl out of his throat. “Damn it,.” he whispered under his breath. “Fucking France.”
*
At exactly noon, the tiny pink mobile phone on the coffee table rang. Looking up from her knitting, Maggie glanced curiously at it. The screen was flashing the name ‘Douglas’. Carefully, Maggie put her knitting off to the side and picked up the phone.
“Hello.”
”Hello, Maggie, it’s Andrews. Repeat what I said to you this morning, please.”
What he had said? Maggie’s mind rushed as she tried to remember what was said to her. It had been a list that much she knew. Andrews gave her a list every morning, though she hardly remembered most of the lists. Swallowing, she slowly answered; “Chair, apple, um. . .book and. . .there was more, but I’ve forgotten them already. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Douglas.”
”It doesn’t matter.” Andrews replied, a hint of sorrow in his voice. “You’re tired; you remembered more today than yesterday. That’s what counts.”
Solemnly, Maggie nodded. “Yes. I’ll make tea for when you and Simon return.”
”That’s my girl.”
Maggie opened her mouth to say more, but Andrews had already hung up. The corner of her lip twisting into a smile, she hung up the mobile phone and carefully placed it beside her. She had done better today than yesterday, that was a good sign, though, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was a good sign of.
To be Continued in Part 2
Challenge: Angel Food: 5. honor thy father/mother
Extra: Malt: Picture Birthday Gift from
shayna611Topping: none
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:1,589
Story Title: Set 1, Story One: Here (Part One)
Story: Surely Someday
Summary: A normal start to a normal day for three abnormal people
Author's Note: This is a new series that I've started working on. All information can be found in the link above. I'm going for something a bit more supernatural, though there will be human drama and a little romance and comedy, too.
A special thank you to the lovely
isanah. :) Part 2 coming in the next two weeks.Through hazy eyes he could just make out a figure sitting on the edge of his bed. The figure was sitting straight – straighter than anyone he’d ever seen – and smiling sweetly. He groaned inwardly, awkwardly sitting up;
“Good morning, Maggie.”
“Good morning, Douglas.” Her sweet smile stayed firmly on her lips. “Did you sleep well?”
Andrews rubbed some crusty sleep from his eyes. “How long have you been sitting there?”
“Thirty minutes.” Maggie paused in thought. “Simon’s not home yet.”
Glancing at his wrist watch – when had he put that on? – Andrews noted that it was nearly seven in the morning. The sun had been up for a couple of hours now, but that meant nothing. The walk from the university was a long one and Simon tended to try and clean himself off before coming back. Andrews certainly didn’t envy Simon for his monthly “problem” nor did he envy him for his lost time.
“He’ll be home soon.” Andrews stated with a tight smile. “Must have been a rough night for him.” Andrews would have gone on, but he was cut short by the sound of the downstairs door opening and closing. “Ah, that would be Simon, now.”
Both Andrews and Maggie turned their attention to the doorway of Andrews’ room, quietly waiting to see what had become of Simon during the previous evening. They waited for several seconds, until Simon came strolling down the hallway – naked.
Stopping, Simon turned to look at Andrews and Maggie. He smiled widely. “Morning, kids.”
Maggie returned the smile. “Good morning,.” she said, then paused. “You’re naked.”
“Very.” Andrews added, trying to avoid his eyes. “You had on clothes last night.”
Simon shrugged. “Woke up this morning and they were soaked in piss.”
Andrews tossed Simon a blanket, which Simon gratefully used to cover himself up. “Did you walk home like that?” Andrews could hardly believe Simon could have done it. Because, not only was he naked, Simon was also covered head to toe in dirt and mud. “Surely you couldn’t have.”
“I did.” He smiled cheekily. “And I got offers.”
Looking between the two men, Maggie found herself slightly confused. “Offers?”
“I’ll explain later,” Simon and Andrews both said.
Maggie nodded happily, before standing up from Andrews’ bed. “I’ll make breakfast.”
“I’ll shower.”
Andrews glanced between the two people. “And I’ll let you two do those things.”
*
The good thing about living with Maggie was that she tended to cook brilliant breakfasts. On that day, it was chocolate and peanut butter pancakes. The bad thing about living with Maggie was that she tended to cook for six people, in a house where only two actually ate. Andrews wasn’t actually sure when Maggie had learned to cook, but he had a feeling it had something to do with her late nights and the cooking channel.
Between small bites of pancake, Simon tried not to burp up bits of fur. He wasn’t completely sure, but he suspected that he had eaten a rat or two the night before. Across from him, Andrews sat in his usual spot, greedily eating up the pancakes. Sometimes Simon wondered where man kept it all; at six feet, Andrews couldn’t have been more than a hundred and thirty pounds.
“We have work until five. So, we’ll be back by six.” Andrews stated in between mouthfuls of From her spot by the stove, Maggie simply nodded. “I’ll bring new films for you to watch.” Andrews went on, “Classic cinema from France. Or something. Whatever I can find, okay?”
“Ugh,” Simon coughed, causing a clump of gray fur to fly from his mouth and onto the middle of the tiny wooden table. “I ate a rat, a nasty one. Really coming up on me.” Slowly he rubbed his stomach.
Making a face, Andrews pushed his plate aside. Somehow he had lost his appetite. “Thank you for sharing.”
Wordlessly, Maggie moved to the table and picked up the wet piece of fur. Casually – as if she were simply throwing out a banana peel – she tossed it into the trash bin. “At least it’s not a rabbit,” Maggie stated helpfully; though, she wasn’t actually sure who she was trying to be helpful toward or even why.
“Yes,” Simon agreed with a smile, before coughing up a bit of what, to Andrews, looked like a tail. “At least it wasn’t a rabbit.”
“You’ve put me off my breakfast and lunch,.” Andrews complained. “Can’t you do all that before coming home?”
“I could, but I just love saving it all for you.” Simon made a face. “It’s how I show my love.”
“I’ll do without it, then. Thanks.” He pushed his chair back and stood. “We’ll be late for work.”
Simon followed suit, and together the three moved from the kitchen to the front door.
Once at the front door, Andrews and Simon put on their coats, as Maggie watched, fear hiding behind her eyes. This was the worst part of her day; being left alone again. Somehow, Maggie always found herself alone; left behind. It made her truly human, she supposed. Maggie knew she should like that, feeling human. But, being alone with her thoughts were always a nightmare.
“I’ll call you at noon.” Andrews said. “Remember these things: chair, apple, hat, book, Mozart.” Wordlessly, Maggie nodded. “Go into the kitchen.”
“But – “
Simon nodded toward the kitchen. “Go.”
Pouting slightly, Maggie stepped back into the kitchen. “In!” she called out.
“Far enough?” Andrews questioned.
“Normal feeling,” Maggie stated firmly. “Normal.”
Andrews and Simon silently exchanged a look. Then Andrews opened the front door – just far enough for them to step out. A muffled scream of anguish could be heard from the kitchen as the two men quickly exited.
*
In the tiny maintenance office of the university’s biology building, there was a tiny desk, two wooden chairs, and a filing cabinet. It was really meant to be a place for the janitors to eat lunch, but, it was mostly used for Andrews and Simon to hide out from other staff.
Andrews sat at the desk, a large volume on quantum mechanics in his right hand. Across from him, Simon leaned back in his chair, his feet on the old desk, while casually flipping through a car magazine.
“My stomach still feels weird,” Simon admitted, without looking up. “I’ll have to set rat traps before next month.”
“Did you ever find your clothes?” Andrews asked, turning a page in his book.
“No. And, I’m not sure I want to know what happened to them.”
The two went back to their silent reading, only to be disturbed by ring of Andrews’ mobile phone. With a sigh of annoyance, Andrews glanced down at his phone. “Toilet’s in the second floor women’s room is overflowing. Go take care of it.”
“Like hell. I’m on my break.”
“It’s nearly noon.”
With a huff, Simon dropped his magazine. “Fine. Use poor Maggie as an excuse.”
Andrews smiled slyly. “Don’t forget the mop.”
*
With a loud thud, Simon pushed open the door to the women’s restroom with his foot. Awkwardly, he moved the cleaning cart to the toilet that was apparently overflowing. A small puddle of water sat around it. Rolling his eyes, Simon took his mop out of the cleaning cart. They had called him in for this? It was hardly anything to worry about. If he hadn’t known it was there, he wouldn’t have even noticed the puddle.
He was just finishing up, when he heard the door open behind him. He turned to see a lovely looking woman in her late twenties. Her light blue dress looked refreshing against her mocha colored skin, and. she smelled like strawberries and sweet pea lotion. Simon felt a strong urge to rush at the woman. He felt a growl creeping up his throat, and it took everything for him to swallow it down.
“I’m cleaning,” he growled in a tone much more dangerous than he meant. “Get out.”
“But. . .” the woman started. “I’ll try the fourth floor. Sorry.” she slowly backed out of the restroom.
Simon watched her go. Slowly he let his growl out of his throat. “Damn it,.” he whispered under his breath. “Fucking France.”
*
At exactly noon, the tiny pink mobile phone on the coffee table rang. Looking up from her knitting, Maggie glanced curiously at it. The screen was flashing the name ‘Douglas’. Carefully, Maggie put her knitting off to the side and picked up the phone.
“Hello.”
”Hello, Maggie, it’s Andrews. Repeat what I said to you this morning, please.”
What he had said? Maggie’s mind rushed as she tried to remember what was said to her. It had been a list that much she knew. Andrews gave her a list every morning, though she hardly remembered most of the lists. Swallowing, she slowly answered; “Chair, apple, um. . .book and. . .there was more, but I’ve forgotten them already. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Douglas.”
”It doesn’t matter.” Andrews replied, a hint of sorrow in his voice. “You’re tired; you remembered more today than yesterday. That’s what counts.”
Solemnly, Maggie nodded. “Yes. I’ll make tea for when you and Simon return.”
”That’s my girl.”
Maggie opened her mouth to say more, but Andrews had already hung up. The corner of her lip twisting into a smile, she hung up the mobile phone and carefully placed it beside her. She had done better today than yesterday, that was a good sign, though, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was a good sign of.
To be Continued in Part 2
