Muse of the Mirror
"Maybe I actually did like the kid." 'Drew Monday' was on her bed, thinking about her son and his mirror world double. "Or maybe I'm going absolutely nuts." Sure, I've only known one for a few hours, but this degree in Psychology wasn't for nothing.
My little Zakkie was so independent when he first found out how to steal. Oh, how he would fleece from my purse and Swiss bank accounts just to prove a point. "I always caught him, anyways." I chuckled and snuggled in my covers.
He's even got a little of his father in him. Sure, the superstitious thing is a problem, but he's got a mean left hook! And Solo is pretty sweet, once you've gotten past the idiocy.
Back then, it was just the three of us, bickering and fighting to steal and sell the world's most precious creatures. Sometimes we had to face bigger threats, like The Gray Men's machine controller, but we always came through in the end.
That bond fell apart when Komodo joined our little group. He was brilliant. More brilliant then the rest of us, even. He frequently took Kaz away for 'training'. Much like the paranoid super genius I thought I was, I tailed them and found out what he was doing to my little boy. What I saw I can't even admit to myself now, not without severe need of hot chocolate. "And let's face it, Zak would never give my any more, seeing as now I'm an enemy."
Didn't that kid know the thin line between enemies and friends? If I had more time with him I could have given him a few pointers. Like how not to depend on people. That was important. If he knew that beforehand, then he wouldn't have had trouble facing my own son and I would be practically drowning in cocoa, lording it up in the other world.
Then he kept going on and on about how he was sorry he was that he touched the mirror. I'd love to just grab him by the shoulders and say, 'Kid, it happened. No amount of crying, worrying, or apologizing is going to make the universe take pity on you and rewind time so that didn't happen! Life doesn't work that way!"
Funny how maternal instincts never seem to fade.
Takes place in between "Black Monday" and "Paris is Melting". I always thought that she had good somewhere, or else she would have never agreed to let Zak go.
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