I do not own the wrights to any of the characters from the his dark materials series they belong toPhillip Pullman

Wills' Oxford

Chapter One

"Will, Will!" shouted Mary as he came out of the Botanic Gardens, she was on the other side of the road, at the top of the ramp leading down to the punts. He looked up at her and even from across the road she could see he had been crying. His eyes were red and his daemon had wet patches were the droplets had fallen, she didn't even have to ask why because it was midsummer's day and he had been in the Botanic Gardens for the last two hours.

"Hi," mumbled Will as he approached Mary, "thank you for picking me up." he said.

"No problem, I was passing on threw on the way home anyway. My car's just around the corner."

It had been three years since Will last closed the window between him and Lyra and he still felt pain for her every day.

Will, his mum and Mary had moved just out of Oxford because there was the little matter of the murder. But after the police couldn't find any proof of murder, because the body was taken away by the other man after Will had run away, and that he shouldn't have been in their home any way, no charges were pressed, but they thought it would be best to get away from the old house and start a-new.

Now Will's mum was much better and she didn't have troubles as much.

This made life a whole lot easier, and with Mary's help they were like a proper family for once.

Mary still had her job, but there was the matter of the property she destroyed, which she had to pay for but all other charges had been dropped after Sir Charles Latrom had disappeared, and her colleague Oliver Payne left for Geneva in the end, but the Board gave her the grant in the end and her work continued.

She started from scratch again, but now she had almost gotten all the programs running that she had last time.

As they stepped into Mary's car Will looked up at her with tear filled eyes again and asked, "Will the pain ever go away?"

Mary hesitated as she looked into his deep dark eyes and told him truthfully, "No, probably not. But you will learn to live with it and it won't hurt as much."

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and whispered to himself as much to Mary, "I didn't think so…" then he sighed deeply and closed the door of the car as Mary started the engine.

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Sorry for the really bad first chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. I'm trying to make it as close to the original books as possible.