Unexpected Love

Unexpected Love

Disclaimer—I do know own Pastwatch the Redemption of Christopher Columbus.

A/N

Zimmy1300—I was really bored in study hall and I decided to write something Well also my friends had something to do with it but oh well

Obsessed621 – Hello people! I am working on my first story so far. It's called Expect the Unexpected. If you read Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse, which were written by Stephenie Meyer, read my story! The first chapter is Edward and Bella's wedding. Read It! That is a command not a request.

Zimmy1300—that was random anyway this is like my first story also so yeah who ever is reading this I hope you like it and if you have read Pastwatch the Redemption of Christopher Columbus I hope you understand from where in the book I am coming from. If you see some things in this story that is the same or the same rewritten that's probably because it is because I sorta can't right it without writing or rephrasing the sentences because it makes sense that way. There might be some things in here that sound a lot like it is in the book (sorry if I said that a second time) if not reworded. I also might have not put some things in that they had in the book and put things in that are not in the book. But that in a way is making it my own and I am going to have other things in it that will probably not even happen but I don't know. Plus in the story there are just some things that I have to put in that are for the most part the same in the book because it would be hard to rephrase them and it would be a little hard to write the story with out those parts. I have not even read the whole book. So I will be writing this as I read the parts of the book with Hunahpu and Diko. As I was reading this book I just had this feeling that Diko and Hunahpu would be a good couple. Don't ask I just had that feeling. And a heads up to the people who have not read the book Diko is a girl and Hunahpu is a guy. Just letting you know just in case you have not read the book. And so you don't get confused and so you say that I am calling Diko a girl when she actually is. This starts when Diko and Hunahpu meet at the train station.

Chapter One Part One: The First Meeting

The first time I met Hunahpu was at the Juba train station. He seems so calm and relaxed. I would probably be very scared if I was in a new strange place and surrounded by people I didn't know. Diko thought this as she waited in the train station for Hunahpu, remembering the day she saw him for the first time.

Diko was able to recognize Hunahpu easily and waved him over to were she was on the platform.

After Hunahpu got off the train, he looked around the platform to see if there was anyone there that could possibly be the person he was looking for. He noticed a woman waving him over to her, so he decided that that was the person and walked over to her.

When Hunahpu got to where Diko was she was surprised of how young he looked, but she was aware that the smooth-skinned Indies often seemed young to eyes, accustomed to the look of other races. But what surprised her the most was that for someone as young as Hunahpu was, he did not show a hint of tension.

Diko envied him because of the inner peace that allowed him to deal with life. It seemed as if no one could tell that his career was on the line or that he could be presenting something that could change the history or the world.

Deciding that he was walking too slowly, she decided that she would go toward him instead.

When they finally reached each other Hunahpu's face didn't show a flicker of expectation or relief, though he must have recognized her from looking up her picture in the Pastwatch roster before he came.

"Hello, my name is Diko." She introduced herself to Hunahpu, while extending her hand to shake his. They only clasped each other's hands for a moment.

Diko was surprised at how warm Hunahpu's hand was and brought her hand back quicker than she meant to.

"I am Hunahpu," he answered. "It was kind of you to come and greet me today."

"We have no street signs, and I am a better than the taxi driver. Well maybe not, but I charge less."

He didn't smile. A cold fish. She thought. "Do you have any bags?" Diko questioned making sure that they didn't leave anything before they went to the final destination.

He shook his head back and forth, saying "Only this," indicating to the bag that hung over his shoulder.

That's not a lot of things to bring on a trip like this. Is there even a change of cloths in there? And the papers would have had to be sent electronically, if he didn't bring them. Usually people bring much more than this, but that's probably because they were insecure and needed to surround themselves with familiar things, or feel like they had many choices. Apparently, that's Hunahpu's problem. He seems not to have ever felt fear at all, or perhaps he has never really felt himself as a stranger, thought Diko, as she led Hunahpu to her car to drive him to the hotel.

It would be wonderful to be able to feel at home anyplace you go, she found herself admiring Hunahpu, even though she felt put off by his indifference.

The ride to the hotel was very quite. Hunahpu didn't even have one single comment on the accommodation.

"Well, I assume that you would want to rest a while so you can get over the jet lag. The best advice I can offer you about is to sleep 3 hours, and then get something to eat right after that."

"I won't have jet lag," said Hunahpu listening to the advice that he already knew, "I already slept on the plane, and on the train."

"He SLEPT? On the way to the most important interview of his life?!" Diko thought incredulously after he said this. Wouldn't it be more natural for someone to be so nervous that they couldn't sleep, and to worry about what they might say at the interview?

"Well," said Diko, hiding her surprise. "Would you like something to eat? You must be hungry if you slept that much."

"No not really," answered Hunahpu, "I ate on the train."

"Well…. how long will you need before we start the interview?" questioned Diko.

"I could start right now." Hunahpu took off his bag and set it down on the bed near him. Diko noticed that while he did not throw his bag carelessly, neither did he set it down carefully. It was almost as if the bag was set there by its own free will.

Diko shuddered, though she could not think why. Than it hit her. Hunahpu was standing there with nothing in his hands, nothing on his shoulder, no thing that he could hold or fiddle with. He had set down the only accessory that he had brought, and yet he was as calm and relaxed as ever. If Diko had been in a position like this she would want something familiar to hold on to. Such as a notebook, a bag, even a bracelet or ring that she could fiddle with. But Hunahpu was different—he didn't need anything to fiddle with. He was perfectly at ease. It seemed as if he could fling his clothes off, walk naked, and still feel at ease.

Diko could not take it any more. She had to ask. "How do you do it?"

"How do I do what?" Hunahpu asked, surprised at the question.

"How do you stay so……so calm." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Thinking about it a bit, Hunahpu then answered, " It's because I don't know what else to do."

"Well I would be terrified if I came to a strange place like this, putting my life's work into the hands of strangers."

"Yes," he agreed, "Me too."

She looked at him unsure of what he meant, lost to why he was agreeing with her "…Your Terrified?"

He nodded just a little confused of why she was asking him these questions. Did this have anything to do with the interview?

Why did he admit he was scared? Then all of the sudden, the comments that his supervisor told her about him before made sense. She had said something about how he seemed never to care about anything, not even the things that he cared about most. It was impossible to work with him, so good luck to you. To Diko, it was like Hanuhpu unable to respond. He looked around him, and clearly registered everything that he saw. He was polite and attentive when she spoke. It was as if she was falling in love with him the more that she talked to him. But how could that be, since she had just met him and she hadn't even talked to him that much?

No matter. He was strange and that was obvious. But he had come here to make a presentation, and now was a good time as any to start it.

"Ok, well let's start. What do you need?" she asked, "A trusuit?"

"And a network terminal," he answered.

"Ok then lets go to the station."