Disclaimer: Yes, I used a lot of D. J. MacHale's characters that's why this
is a Pendragon fanfic. I just couldn't wait any longer for the fourth book
to come out so I decided to try my luck writing a short one myself. It's my
first fanfic so please not too many harsh reviews. I do appreciate
constructive criticism though.
- Hello! Thank you for taking the time to reading my first Bobby Pendragon fanfic! I strongly suggest that you read the first three Pendragon books (Merchant of Death, Lost City of Faar, and The Never War) before you read my fanfic. My story starts off right at the end of the third book. There are major spoilers from all three books throughout my fanfic also some of this may be hard to understand if you have not already read the first three books. Now if you have already devoured the first three books by D. J. MacHale and can't wait to read his next one than by all means read my fanfic! And afterwards please review! -
"Bye!" yelled Courtney one last time as the limo pulled away from 2 Linden Place. Bobby was in that car and who knew when she would get to see him again. Courtney Chetwynde turned to the person standing next to her. Mark Diamond was still waving even though the limo was out of sight.
"Well," said Mark, "I guess that's that."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," replied Courtney. Courtney felt a single tear slide down her cheek, she brushed it away quickly so that Mark wouldn't notice but he already had.
"It's ok," he said tears starting to well up in his eyes also, "We both miss him,"
"It's not just that," snapped Courtney angrily, "It's so dangerous out there and Bobby is going right back into it. Doesn't he realize that he would be so much safer here!"
"I think he does but he is still going because he has finally realized that this is what he was meant to do." Mark said softly.
"Yeah, you're right, you're always right," said Courtney grinning. She punched Mark lightly in the arm, but even though it was lightly Mark still got pushed over a bit.
"Ouch!" he yelled almost falling over.
Courtney laughed and grabbed his arm before he fell over. "Sorry," she said.
"I don't think you realize your own strength," said Mark. They both laughed and started the walk back to Mark's house where Courtney had left her stuff.
It was weeks before Mark and Courtney talked again. It was their first year in high school. Courtney started on the varsity volleyball team even though she was only a freshman; needless to say volleyball took up most of her time. Mark concentrated on grades and joined the technology club that Stony Brook High had. Both lapsed back into their normal lives. The only thing they had in common was Bobby Pendragon. Then one Saturday in September Mark was reading a new manga that he had just gotten when his felt his ring start to twitch. At first Mark wasn't sure what it was but then the ring twitched again and start to grown. Mark jumped up and slammed his door shut; he didn't want his parents who were some to know anything about the ring, what a disaster that would be. The ring grew till the diameter was about 3 feet wide, the music became louder, Mark glanced at his door hoping that his parents didn't hear it and barge in. Mark walked over and locked his door just in case. He then turned back the ring, but it had already shrunk back to normal size. Mark then started to freak because instead of a journal like Bobby normally sent there was a small instrument that looked like a calculator or actually like a palm pilot computer. Mark slowly bent down and picked it up, as soon as he touched it the tiny machine light up and the screen read, Bobby's Journal. Below it there was a button that on the screen that said, Chapter One. "Whoa," said Mark, this was a lot different than the other journals. When Bobby was on Denduron his journals had been made of thick brown paper, then when Bobby had traveled to Cloral they had been made of a rubbery green paper. When he had been on Third Earth his journal's had been typed with a typewriter and bound. Mark's curiosity was already starting to get to him but he had promised Courtney that he wouldn't read anything without her. Putting the journal on his pants pocket Mark unlocked his door and went to the kitchen. His mom was making dinner; it looked like another one of her famous mystery casseroles. "Hey honey," she said.
"Hey Mom, uhh.I need to use the phone for sec."
"Whatever sweetie," she relied as she poured an unknown spice into the casserole. Mark went red in embarrassment, why did his mother still have to call him honey and sweetie, did she not realize that he was in high school now? He quickly grabbed the cordless phone and escaped back to his room. Mark dialed Courtney's number; "Hello?" said a Mr. Cheywynde voice on the other end.
"Hello, this is Mark Diamond, may I please speak with Courtney?"
"Sure, Mark, just a sec, are you guys starting another one of your projects in my basement?" he asked.
"Oh, well we might," replied Mark. Courtney's dad had equipped the Chetwynde's basement with lots of tools but never used them. The last time they had received Bobby's journals they had spent all day in the basement reading. It had kind of become their Bobby sanctuary.
"Hello, Mark?" said Courtney on the line.
"Hey Courtney, I've gotten another journal. What do you want to do?"
"Can you come over here?" asked Courtney, her voice sounded anxious.
"Yeah, how about in fifteen minutes?" replied Mark.
"Great, hurry!" replied Courtney eagerly.
"See ya in a couple!" Mark said and hung up. Mark picked up his backpack and ran out to the kitchen.
"Mom, I've gotta go work on a project for school. I'll be back later" he said hurriedly.
"Oh, but you might miss dinner." said Mrs. Diamond. "I'm making a masterpiece, just you wait and see." Mark eyed the mess that his mom was cooking up for dinner.
"Sorry, Mom I've really have to get started on this project pronto."
"Well alright, I'll save you some ok, pumpkin?"
"Right, gotta go!" yelled, Mark racing out the door.
Mark was just about to knock on the Chetwynde's door when it opened. Standing in jean shorts and a Stony Brook High Volleyball t-shirt. She practically pulled Mark into the house. "Let's go to the basement," said Courtney. "You go ahead, I'll get some chips and sodas."
"Alright" said Mark walking the now familiar path to the Chetwynde's basement steps. The basement looked much the same as it had just before school started except that many of the tools were now gone.
"Mom made Dad get rid of some," said Courtney startling Mark. Courtney plopped down on the couch and set the drinks on a nearby table. Mark sat down next to her and pulled out Bobby's journal. "Wow!" exclaimed Courtney looking at the high-tech gadget that Mark had in his hand. Mark handed it to Courtney. "You ready?" asked Courtney.
"Yeah, you start first." Replied Mark. The last journals that they had received from Bobby they had taken turns reading. Courtney pushed the button that said Chapter One but instead of going to a screen with the first Chapter a piece of the machine opened up to reveal two sets of headphones. "Cool!" said Mark reaching for one of the headphones. Courtney picked up the other pair and put them over her ears. The screen now read, "Start". Courtney looked at Mark, he gave her a thumbs up sign and she pushed the button.
- Hello! Thank you for taking the time to reading my first Bobby Pendragon fanfic! I strongly suggest that you read the first three Pendragon books (Merchant of Death, Lost City of Faar, and The Never War) before you read my fanfic. My story starts off right at the end of the third book. There are major spoilers from all three books throughout my fanfic also some of this may be hard to understand if you have not already read the first three books. Now if you have already devoured the first three books by D. J. MacHale and can't wait to read his next one than by all means read my fanfic! And afterwards please review! -
"Bye!" yelled Courtney one last time as the limo pulled away from 2 Linden Place. Bobby was in that car and who knew when she would get to see him again. Courtney Chetwynde turned to the person standing next to her. Mark Diamond was still waving even though the limo was out of sight.
"Well," said Mark, "I guess that's that."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," replied Courtney. Courtney felt a single tear slide down her cheek, she brushed it away quickly so that Mark wouldn't notice but he already had.
"It's ok," he said tears starting to well up in his eyes also, "We both miss him,"
"It's not just that," snapped Courtney angrily, "It's so dangerous out there and Bobby is going right back into it. Doesn't he realize that he would be so much safer here!"
"I think he does but he is still going because he has finally realized that this is what he was meant to do." Mark said softly.
"Yeah, you're right, you're always right," said Courtney grinning. She punched Mark lightly in the arm, but even though it was lightly Mark still got pushed over a bit.
"Ouch!" he yelled almost falling over.
Courtney laughed and grabbed his arm before he fell over. "Sorry," she said.
"I don't think you realize your own strength," said Mark. They both laughed and started the walk back to Mark's house where Courtney had left her stuff.
It was weeks before Mark and Courtney talked again. It was their first year in high school. Courtney started on the varsity volleyball team even though she was only a freshman; needless to say volleyball took up most of her time. Mark concentrated on grades and joined the technology club that Stony Brook High had. Both lapsed back into their normal lives. The only thing they had in common was Bobby Pendragon. Then one Saturday in September Mark was reading a new manga that he had just gotten when his felt his ring start to twitch. At first Mark wasn't sure what it was but then the ring twitched again and start to grown. Mark jumped up and slammed his door shut; he didn't want his parents who were some to know anything about the ring, what a disaster that would be. The ring grew till the diameter was about 3 feet wide, the music became louder, Mark glanced at his door hoping that his parents didn't hear it and barge in. Mark walked over and locked his door just in case. He then turned back the ring, but it had already shrunk back to normal size. Mark then started to freak because instead of a journal like Bobby normally sent there was a small instrument that looked like a calculator or actually like a palm pilot computer. Mark slowly bent down and picked it up, as soon as he touched it the tiny machine light up and the screen read, Bobby's Journal. Below it there was a button that on the screen that said, Chapter One. "Whoa," said Mark, this was a lot different than the other journals. When Bobby was on Denduron his journals had been made of thick brown paper, then when Bobby had traveled to Cloral they had been made of a rubbery green paper. When he had been on Third Earth his journal's had been typed with a typewriter and bound. Mark's curiosity was already starting to get to him but he had promised Courtney that he wouldn't read anything without her. Putting the journal on his pants pocket Mark unlocked his door and went to the kitchen. His mom was making dinner; it looked like another one of her famous mystery casseroles. "Hey honey," she said.
"Hey Mom, uhh.I need to use the phone for sec."
"Whatever sweetie," she relied as she poured an unknown spice into the casserole. Mark went red in embarrassment, why did his mother still have to call him honey and sweetie, did she not realize that he was in high school now? He quickly grabbed the cordless phone and escaped back to his room. Mark dialed Courtney's number; "Hello?" said a Mr. Cheywynde voice on the other end.
"Hello, this is Mark Diamond, may I please speak with Courtney?"
"Sure, Mark, just a sec, are you guys starting another one of your projects in my basement?" he asked.
"Oh, well we might," replied Mark. Courtney's dad had equipped the Chetwynde's basement with lots of tools but never used them. The last time they had received Bobby's journals they had spent all day in the basement reading. It had kind of become their Bobby sanctuary.
"Hello, Mark?" said Courtney on the line.
"Hey Courtney, I've gotten another journal. What do you want to do?"
"Can you come over here?" asked Courtney, her voice sounded anxious.
"Yeah, how about in fifteen minutes?" replied Mark.
"Great, hurry!" replied Courtney eagerly.
"See ya in a couple!" Mark said and hung up. Mark picked up his backpack and ran out to the kitchen.
"Mom, I've gotta go work on a project for school. I'll be back later" he said hurriedly.
"Oh, but you might miss dinner." said Mrs. Diamond. "I'm making a masterpiece, just you wait and see." Mark eyed the mess that his mom was cooking up for dinner.
"Sorry, Mom I've really have to get started on this project pronto."
"Well alright, I'll save you some ok, pumpkin?"
"Right, gotta go!" yelled, Mark racing out the door.
Mark was just about to knock on the Chetwynde's door when it opened. Standing in jean shorts and a Stony Brook High Volleyball t-shirt. She practically pulled Mark into the house. "Let's go to the basement," said Courtney. "You go ahead, I'll get some chips and sodas."
"Alright" said Mark walking the now familiar path to the Chetwynde's basement steps. The basement looked much the same as it had just before school started except that many of the tools were now gone.
"Mom made Dad get rid of some," said Courtney startling Mark. Courtney plopped down on the couch and set the drinks on a nearby table. Mark sat down next to her and pulled out Bobby's journal. "Wow!" exclaimed Courtney looking at the high-tech gadget that Mark had in his hand. Mark handed it to Courtney. "You ready?" asked Courtney.
"Yeah, you start first." Replied Mark. The last journals that they had received from Bobby they had taken turns reading. Courtney pushed the button that said Chapter One but instead of going to a screen with the first Chapter a piece of the machine opened up to reveal two sets of headphones. "Cool!" said Mark reaching for one of the headphones. Courtney picked up the other pair and put them over her ears. The screen now read, "Start". Courtney looked at Mark, he gave her a thumbs up sign and she pushed the button.
