Foreword: Meet the Author
Heeeeeeey-'Sup. My name is EsmeraldStar16, and this is my first fan-fiction. I am new to the fandom, but not to the show. I've seen almost all the episodes, not to brag or anything, but it had been years since I'd last seen the show.( I have a really bad memory, so I forgot them all. It wasn't like a month ago until I re-discovered my childhood. The only difference this time was that the show was over, and the episodes were re-runs.)
So yeah. Some facts you should know about me are; 1). I'm a Tobey fan. Like, I literally scream when he appears in one of the episodes, which earn me a stare from my mom. 2). I am also a Tobecky fan-no surprise there. Those two would make a cute couple, in my opinion. 3). My favorite color is blue. 4). My favorite number is 16. (I don't know why I said that-probably thought you should know.) I should also stop rambling- please read, enjoy, and review!
The Midnight Man
Claire tossed and turned on her bed, but sleep seemed far away from her. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. !2:00, it read. She threw the covers off, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. A frantic knock at her door startled her, causing her to drop the glass. Who could it be at this hour?, she wondered to herself as she walked to the door. The person knocked once more. Well, whoever it was, the person must be desperate to be knocking like that, and especially at midnight. When she opened the door, the person rushed in, dripping wet from the night's sudden rain. A wail erupted from the blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms. He uncovered it revealing a crying baby boy. The man-Claire assumed he was the father-cradled him and started to rock him gently. A cold breeze blew from the still open door. Claire turned to close it when the man spoke.
"His name's Theodore. Theodore McCallister the Third. But I call him by his middle name-Tobey."
Claire closed the door, and spoke, "If, he's the third, I assume your name is also Theodore."
"Then you assume correctly, for I am the Second." The man said. Claire noticed that he spoke with an accent-British. He looked at her. He wore black-framed glasses that were the size of half of his face, had light blond hair, soft blue eyes, and pale fair skin. Claire looked at the now quiet baby. The baby had the same pale fair skin as Theodore, but he had cerulean blue eyes, and golden hair. The baby looked at her, his eyes wide, curious and knowing.
"His mother?" Claire asked.
"His mother...passed away. She was the most wanted double agent of the country."
Claire looked shocked. Theodore realized his mistake in telling her classified information.
"Forget I ever told you about her." He said.
"Why?"
"Because you were not supposed to know that. And neither was I."
"But what about-"
"Shhh." Theodore said. "Your name is Claire, I assume."
"Yes. Claire Ester Smiths."
"It was Claire Ester Smiths. Ever since you opened the door you have been Claire McCallister, mother of one, and my wife. Everyone that you ever knew is dead, and to everyone that knew you, you have died. Tomorrow we leave town."
"Where?"
Theodore bit his lip, fearing her reaction. "We leave to Fair City, a city miles away from here."
"Then let me pack my bags."
Theodore smiled in relief. He looked at his sleeping child, and whispered, "My dear child, you now are safe."
And the baby smiled in his sleep.
Authors Note
I should probably thank my sister for helping me on this story. Thank you Sister! Also, you dear reader for deciding to read this story. Sorry it's kinda short. Also it kinda sucks. But I will leave it to you to decide whether that's true or not. And also, I will update this story, but the other chapters are sorta irrelevant to this one so you could stop reading here, and you won't miss anything important. But if you decide you want to find out what happens next, you are welcome to wait for the next update. (May take awhile and a lot of chocolate- I have a terrible sweet tooth and still need to find out how to upload the next chapter, and write it, of course!) Thanks once more and ta-ta!