Ok, I really did not like where this was headed...so I took it down, and am
reworking it, part by part. This part has few, if any noticeable
changes...but I'm completely redoing parts two and three. Completely
redoing them. But this IS still a sequel to Every World's a Stage, a
wonderful fic by Josiecat, do read it, it might clear a few things up in
this.
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He trudged up the small flight of stairs to the third floor, and moved down the hallway to his apartment. He turned the knob and smiled when it opened. She was home. As he slipped quietly inside he was greeted with a delicious odor. He slunk to the kitchen, and found her there, absentmindedly stirring a pot. He waited silently until she put the spoon down and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She jumped in surprise but then, realizing who's hands it was around her waist, she softened. She turned his arms and smiled at him. "Hello." She said, grinning at him. he smiled back, and kissed her quickly and gently in response to her greeting.
"Dinner?" he asked, his eyes moving away from his face to the large pot that stood cooking. She nodded. "Smells wonderful" He said, running his hands through her soft red curls. She grinned again.
"Well, it's not ready yet, so go sit down and relax." He gave her another quick kiss before following her advice. She'd made everything worthwhile. If it wasn't for her, he'd be rotting in jail or dead right now. It was because of her that he was here. She was his saving grace. And he loved her for it.
Not that he didn't love her for all the other wonderful things about her. But this was another wonderful thing about her. One of quite a few. He sat down in the large overstuffed chair that sat in the corner. His chair. His respite after a long day at his insufferable job. No, he shouldn't call it that. The suffering that he had to go through, when he had served for the royal family back on Transexual. Especially when DeLordy would interrupt.
At least it wasn't that demanding. Brad had proven himself useful for once, and had pulled some strings at a local shipping company to get him a job. And now he had a steady 9-5 job, and he could look forward to coming home every night.
They'd settled into their new life very well. They both missed Transylvania, but it hadn't taken them long to realize that they weren't going back. Instead, they were making the most of their time here. Brad and Janet had wound up being rather nice to them, and had provided a good cover for them, telling people that they were friends of theirs from Europe. And the gullible citizens of the small town believed them.
He sighed slightly, and stared into space as he thought of all that had happened in the past six months. They had certainly been hectic, that was for sure. Starting with the plotting of the coup to overthrow Frank and Adriana, right up until that moment, time had seemed to fast forward through the whirlwind of events.
The planned coup had blown up in their faces, and they had found themselves in a rather tight situation. Either stay on Earth, together, forever, or go back to Transylvania, and face separation and death. He had opted for death, until she reminded him that they'd probably never see each other again. The thought was more than he could bear.
So, here they were, six months later, in their own apartment, settling into a nice new life on Earth. And he surprisingly, found it to be rather nice. They fit in, amazingly. The only people who knew their secret were Brad and Janet. And they'd almost forgotten about it. Almost.
Magenta-no he had to stop calling her that. Maggie. That was her name now. But they avoided using first names whenever they could afraid that things would slip. Instead, they opted for pet names, which made them seem all the more a loving couple. Another twosome in the so called "American Dream." Maggie-there we go, came out and told him that dinner was ready.
He moved into the kitchen, feeling rather more relaxed now that he'd had a bit of time to sit and think, and sat down. The meal, like all of her other ones, was delicious, and he found himself looking at her more than usual over the course of the meal. Perhaps it was his thoughtful mood, or perhaps it was because he was feeling better than he had in a while, but she seemed even more beautiful than usual.
After dinner, he jumped up to clean the dishes, giving her the same chance to relax that she had given him before dinner. She found herself sitting in the matching chair, across the way from his. She idly watched him cleaning off the plates, his thin form making it's way across the kitchen.
He'd seemed so much calmer today. He must have had a good day at work, she thought. One of the few. He was usually short tempered and haggard after work. After all, he had a long day of moving boxes around. He had been strong after all his years working at the castle, but he wasn't a bodybuilder, not by far.
She winced at the thought of the castle. She missed the place, she even missed cleaning it, after all, it was a beautiful place. But she'd given up a thousand castles to be with him. That's how she thought of him now. As him, rather than Riff or Richard. As him, or honey, or sweetheart, or whatever other name she called him. But she could barely stand to call him Richard.
It reminded her of Frank and Adriana, and what they'd been reduced to. Now Transylvania was being ruled by the two people that she'd rather not see ruling her beloved planet. But she had no control over it any more. She was here, on earth, with him, and they were back on Transsexual, with each other, ruling. This was perhaps, the one spot where she and he differed.
He had openly been against staying on Earth, and hated it in the beginning, but now he'd adjusted. She was the one who suggested it, and, on the outside she loved it, but inside she hated almost every minute of it. She knew that she should thank Frank for allowing them the choice, but she hated him for everything that he'd done. She didn't even notice when she felt his thin hands on her shoulders.
"Put it behind you." He said. He'd always been able to almost read her thoughts. He could sense what she was about to say most of the time. Perhaps it was from the strong bonds they shared, perhaps it was just a talent that he had, but whatever the case, he had always been good at comforting her.
She sighed, and leaned back into him, turning slightly, so that her legs were draped over the arm of the chair, and she was staring up at him from her deep brown eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. It seemed that staying on Earth had pulled them closer together, had made them fall even more deeply in love. Or maybe it just because that if it wasn't for the other they'd both be in jail, but either reason, they were definitely one of the more loving couples in Denton, rivaling even Brad and Janet themselves.
He trudged up the small flight of stairs to the third floor, and moved down the hallway to his apartment. He turned the knob and smiled when it opened. She was home. As he slipped quietly inside he was greeted with a delicious odor. He slunk to the kitchen, and found her there, absentmindedly stirring a pot. He waited silently until she put the spoon down and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She jumped in surprise but then, realizing who's hands it was around her waist, she softened. She turned his arms and smiled at him. "Hello." She said, grinning at him. he smiled back, and kissed her quickly and gently in response to her greeting.
"Dinner?" he asked, his eyes moving away from his face to the large pot that stood cooking. She nodded. "Smells wonderful" He said, running his hands through her soft red curls. She grinned again.
"Well, it's not ready yet, so go sit down and relax." He gave her another quick kiss before following her advice. She'd made everything worthwhile. If it wasn't for her, he'd be rotting in jail or dead right now. It was because of her that he was here. She was his saving grace. And he loved her for it.
Not that he didn't love her for all the other wonderful things about her. But this was another wonderful thing about her. One of quite a few. He sat down in the large overstuffed chair that sat in the corner. His chair. His respite after a long day at his insufferable job. No, he shouldn't call it that. The suffering that he had to go through, when he had served for the royal family back on Transexual. Especially when DeLordy would interrupt.
At least it wasn't that demanding. Brad had proven himself useful for once, and had pulled some strings at a local shipping company to get him a job. And now he had a steady 9-5 job, and he could look forward to coming home every night.
They'd settled into their new life very well. They both missed Transylvania, but it hadn't taken them long to realize that they weren't going back. Instead, they were making the most of their time here. Brad and Janet had wound up being rather nice to them, and had provided a good cover for them, telling people that they were friends of theirs from Europe. And the gullible citizens of the small town believed them.
He sighed slightly, and stared into space as he thought of all that had happened in the past six months. They had certainly been hectic, that was for sure. Starting with the plotting of the coup to overthrow Frank and Adriana, right up until that moment, time had seemed to fast forward through the whirlwind of events.
The planned coup had blown up in their faces, and they had found themselves in a rather tight situation. Either stay on Earth, together, forever, or go back to Transylvania, and face separation and death. He had opted for death, until she reminded him that they'd probably never see each other again. The thought was more than he could bear.
So, here they were, six months later, in their own apartment, settling into a nice new life on Earth. And he surprisingly, found it to be rather nice. They fit in, amazingly. The only people who knew their secret were Brad and Janet. And they'd almost forgotten about it. Almost.
Magenta-no he had to stop calling her that. Maggie. That was her name now. But they avoided using first names whenever they could afraid that things would slip. Instead, they opted for pet names, which made them seem all the more a loving couple. Another twosome in the so called "American Dream." Maggie-there we go, came out and told him that dinner was ready.
He moved into the kitchen, feeling rather more relaxed now that he'd had a bit of time to sit and think, and sat down. The meal, like all of her other ones, was delicious, and he found himself looking at her more than usual over the course of the meal. Perhaps it was his thoughtful mood, or perhaps it was because he was feeling better than he had in a while, but she seemed even more beautiful than usual.
After dinner, he jumped up to clean the dishes, giving her the same chance to relax that she had given him before dinner. She found herself sitting in the matching chair, across the way from his. She idly watched him cleaning off the plates, his thin form making it's way across the kitchen.
He'd seemed so much calmer today. He must have had a good day at work, she thought. One of the few. He was usually short tempered and haggard after work. After all, he had a long day of moving boxes around. He had been strong after all his years working at the castle, but he wasn't a bodybuilder, not by far.
She winced at the thought of the castle. She missed the place, she even missed cleaning it, after all, it was a beautiful place. But she'd given up a thousand castles to be with him. That's how she thought of him now. As him, rather than Riff or Richard. As him, or honey, or sweetheart, or whatever other name she called him. But she could barely stand to call him Richard.
It reminded her of Frank and Adriana, and what they'd been reduced to. Now Transylvania was being ruled by the two people that she'd rather not see ruling her beloved planet. But she had no control over it any more. She was here, on earth, with him, and they were back on Transsexual, with each other, ruling. This was perhaps, the one spot where she and he differed.
He had openly been against staying on Earth, and hated it in the beginning, but now he'd adjusted. She was the one who suggested it, and, on the outside she loved it, but inside she hated almost every minute of it. She knew that she should thank Frank for allowing them the choice, but she hated him for everything that he'd done. She didn't even notice when she felt his thin hands on her shoulders.
"Put it behind you." He said. He'd always been able to almost read her thoughts. He could sense what she was about to say most of the time. Perhaps it was from the strong bonds they shared, perhaps it was just a talent that he had, but whatever the case, he had always been good at comforting her.
She sighed, and leaned back into him, turning slightly, so that her legs were draped over the arm of the chair, and she was staring up at him from her deep brown eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. It seemed that staying on Earth had pulled them closer together, had made them fall even more deeply in love. Or maybe it just because that if it wasn't for the other they'd both be in jail, but either reason, they were definitely one of the more loving couples in Denton, rivaling even Brad and Janet themselves.