Disclaimer: I do not own the Pendragon series. Everything belongs to author D.J. MacHale, aside from a few original characters I have created for the story.
A/N: Hello! This is a story idea that popped into my head recently, and I've just started writing it. Patrick has always been one of my favourite Pendragon characters, and I wanted to write a story about what it would be like if our teacher/librarian fell in love? The story is still set in the same Pendragon universe, meaning that Patrick is still a spirit of Solara but that won't come into play till closer to the end of the story. This takes place before he finds out about becoming a Traveler. This will mostly be a story of romance, but there will still certainly be some dramatic scenes, as I have some exciting things planned for the story!
Unfortunately, I won't be able to work on this story until summer. I'll be heading back to university in January, and as I'm in my graduating year, I won't have the time to be working on this story but if you think you might like to read this, please feel free to follow it and I can promise you I'll be coming back to it once summer arrives. I'm really looking forward to writing it, so I promise I'll be back around May or June.
If you have time, reviews are always very much appreciated! :)
Hobey-ho!
Six-year-old Patrick Mac wanted to know everything there was to know about the big, wide world.
From the time he was just a baby, the world in his eyes was a giant puzzle, one in which he wanted to study and explore, and uncover all its endless secrets. He didn't want a single nook or cranny left untouched. Whether it was learning about all the different countries, hearing of the once mighty dinosaurs that roamed the Earth, or diving into all the books of the New York Public Library one story at a time, there was always something new to be curious about. One more story to ponder about. One more discovery to dwell on. One more mystery to unravel. He just couldn't help but wonder about all those sights and smells and sounds that were part of everyday life. Each was just one more portion of the never-ending puzzle that tickled his constantly inquisitive mind as he tried piecing together all these individual parts.
And no one knew this better than his mother and father.
"Mommy, look!" Patrick exclaimed, pointing excitedly up at the branches of a giant Oak tree. There, returning from her hunt and settling on the edge of a nest home to four hungry babies was a mother Blue Jay. She wasted no time in feeding her young the freshly caught worms she'd collected on her morning search. "That's a Blue Jay, right? Just like in my bird book? See the blue and white and black?"
His mother chuckled, and answered with a smile, "Yes, sweetie. She's a Blue Jay, all right. Looks like it's breakfast time, too." She then added with another smile, "You're so good at finding birds, Pat. If you keep your eyes and ears open, I bet you could spot all the birds in the world if you wanted to."
Since he was just a toddler, his mother would always be calling him, "Pat."
"Really?" her son asked, his voice full of surprise and keenness. Fixing his eyes again on the Blue Jay, he studied the bird more thoroughly and watched as she carried on feeding her offspring their breakfast of worms. Naturally, the crying birds appeared quite satisfied after being fed their recent meal, but Patrick couldn't help think it was disgusting nonetheless, no matter how much the birds seemed to enjoy it.
Patrick made a face as if he were sucking on a lemon, and said, "Worms for breakfast?" He stared at the scene for a few seconds longer, and remarked while sticking out his tongue, "Yuck!"
His mother laughed in amusement and responded, "Worms are what the birds eat, sweetheart."
"Is it like cereal to them?" Patrick asked, trying to imagine how anyone or anything could find worms at all appetizing.
"I think so," was her answer.
"What about pancakes with syrup?"
"I'm sure for the birds, the worms are like cereal and pancakes."
"Oh," said Patrick, thinking long and hard about the comparison. He then looked up at his mother with his bright, brown eyes and concluded with, "I don't ever want to have worms for breakfast. I like cereal and pancakes with syrup."
His mother beamed down at her son and ruffled his longish brown hair. She assured him, "Don't worry, sweetie. You and I and Daddy aren't a family of birds so we'll let the birds enjoy their worms, okay?"
"And we can have cereal and pancakes!" Patrick proclaimed. "Oh, and scrambled eggs too!"
"Of course!"
It was then that a fantastic idea struck him.
"Can we make a bird house?" he asked, speaking so quickly that his mother was unable to keep from chuckling. "Our very own bird house? And paint it with birds so the birds know it's for them, and put it in the yard, and watch the birds eat from it?"
"I think that's a perfect idea," she told him.
After watching the Blue Jays for a few minutes longer, the two then walked through the park once more, and started back for home. Patrick enjoyed trips like these with his mother, when the two would spend the afternoon at Grand Blossom Park.
No matter the day or time, it always seemed like there was something to do there – tossing bits of bread to the family of ducks, flying kites when the wind was awake, having a picnic, or a scavenger hunt, or swimming in the circular pond. On summer days like these when the sun was shining most brightly and the park was bursting with life, it was the perfect time for one to enjoy an afternoon of bird watching.
His mother had introduced him to the hobby the previous year, and ever since, he'd spent much time flipping through the checklist she'd gotten him. He loved venturing out in the backyard or strolling through the park– binoculars in hand – while scanning the sky and trees for any birds he might not have spotted yet. Whether it was an Eastern Bluebird, Herring Gull, Rock Pigeon, House Sparrow, European Starling or a Red Tailed Hawk, he was determined to lay eyes on all the birds he could.
And with the rest of his life still ahead of him, he thought that was plenty of time to keep on searching.
On days when the rain was falling heavily, Patrick often spent his time indoors curled up on a chair with a stack of books at his feet and a snack in his lap. While most books no longer existed in a physical, hardcopy form, he still loved exploring how stories were normally held back in the time of the twenty-first century, almost three thousand years ago.
His father had shown him the vast realm of the online and technologically advanced database used to access stories and information of all kinds, but there was a certain appreciation Patrick felt for these ancient artifacts. He loved being able to carry these books around with him, as well as being able to flip through the pages as opposed to normally accessing them through a holographic screen. Of course, Patrick was enthralled with everything that could be done through the online world, but there was a special fascination he felt for ancient history. Maybe it was the excitement that only came from digging through the many layers of Earth's past. In a way, he felt it was like that of a treasure hunt, and where some just couldn't be bothered to go rummaging through the past, Patrick was just the opposite.
As for stories, he wasn't like the other kids who just didn't care for reading, whether it was fiction, based on true events or something purely abstract in nature. He was a bookworm at heart, and jumping into a story was like leaping into a whole other world he could become a part of. He loved reading so much that most of the time, he could pick up a story at random and almost always find something intriguing, mysterious, fascinating or all of the above.
When he reached the age of eight, he entered a phase that involved him developing a particular interest in detective stories. Reading of all the ancient tales of crime solvers, it amazed him how they never stumbled or let a tricky case stump them. Every sleuth and private eye he'd ever read about knew how to investigate and ultimately crack even the most challenging incidents. They knew what steps to take, where to go, who to question and knew when they'd finally cracked the case.
He also liked reading and learning about animals, and it was even better when he and his father would take trips to the local zoo. It was a place that was buzzing with all sorts of life, and was filled with an infinite chorus of sounds – roaring, squawking, snorting, chirping, splashing, buzzing, purring, croaking, squeaking and countless others.
But there was one animal Patrick loved more than anything else – the King of the Jungle. He wouldn't forget the day he saw one of these golden, majestic animals for the first time.
"Dad, Dad! Look!" shouted a wide-eyed Patrick. He was tugging at his father's sleeve, who knew his son would be thrilled upon seeing the mighty lion he'd been reading about at home and at the library. "A lion! He's looking at us! See?"
"He's a big guy, isn't he?"
"He's enormous!" cried Patrick. He was gaping at the golden beast with eyes the size of marbles. "And huge!" All the pictures he'd ever seen of these magnificent beasts simply couldn't compare with the sheer splendour of what he was now witnessing.
The hairy, golden mane was so much larger than he ever imagined, and looked like a giant blanket of fur that enveloped the animal's great head. Its eyes were like a sea and gazing into them, Patrick thought he caught a glimpse of the world itself staring back at him. He knew some couldn't help fear these powerful animals, in spite of their breathtaking appearance, but young Patrick felt only a sense of wonder. So many words sprang to mind while breathing in the sight of this remarkable cat – fierce, beautiful, inspiring, strong, and brave. Often, lions were portrayed as being symbols of bravery in all the tales he'd read, and standing there now, he couldn't think of an animal that better represented courage.
"Yup, King of the Jungle," said his father, his gaze following the lion. It was now drooping its massive head to take a drink from the large pool of water.
"He's my favourite!" Patrick declared.
"More than the elephants?" asked his father, a smile forming on his lips. "And the monkeys and zebras?"
"The lion's the best!" was Patrick's quick response. After a brief pause, he asked his father curiously, "Dad…do you think I can be as brave as a lion when I grow up?"
"I'm sure you can, Pal," said his father encouragingly. If there was anyone who believed wholeheartedly in Patrick's abilities to flourish and accomplish great things in life, it was his parents. "You put your mind to it, and you can be whoever you want and do whatever you want in life."
Patrick thought he could stand there and watch the lion in all its majesty for hours. He never thought they could be so incredible, yet terrifying, but no matter how fierce they could proved to be, there was a certain elegance that belonged only to the King of the Jungle. While they were undoubtedly an animal capable of displaying great ferocity, their stunning and awe-inspiring aura was undeniable.
But as he stood there considering what his father had said, he wondered if one day, he really could be as brave as the mighty lion? He knew his parents felt nothing but confident that he'd succeed in whatever he hoped to achieve in life, but still, he had his doubts.
When he compared himself to other kids, Patrick knew he didn't exactly fit in with their bold, adventurous state of minds. He just wasn't one that had that dauntless way about him. Where so many kids would be climbing trees, crawling through tunnels, falling and breaking their arms, and repeatedly attempting to out-do the other, Patrick was never like that. Sure, he enjoyed having fun as much as the next kid – playing tag, hide-and-seek, colouring, having races, playing baseball in the yard and just about every game kids liked playing. But he was never one that had that daredevil inside him. No, he was thoughtful, calm, careful and evidently timid.
"Come on, Patrick!" the kids would call to him. They'd already be climbing up some tree, or halfway through some tunnel while he'd still be rooted in place, staring back at them with uncertainty.
"I…I don't think that's a good idea," he'd say, the hesitation palpable in his voice.
"Sure it is!"
"It's fun!"
"This is awesome!"
"You gotta try it!"
"Come on!"
Patrick would watch them and would only answer back in a more quiet tone, "I-I'll just wait here."
"Come on, Patrick! Try it!"
"What if you fall?" a tentative Patrick would always ask. "O-or get hurt, or—"
"We're not gonna fall!" they'd shoot back with their usual confidence.
And like every other time, Patrick would finish by uttering quietly to himself, "I'm just not like all of you."
He knew he didn't have it in him to scramble up a towering tree without slipping and injuring something, nor did he have the guts to climb into a dim, shadowy tunnel without wondering what could be lurking inside. Where they didn't feel an ounce of fear or give anything a second thought, Patrick was a victim to his own apprehensive mind. He felt a much greater sense of safety and comfort by avoiding such situations and though he knew he wasn't brave like the other kids, there was no changing who he was.
The question was… would he grow out of it?
As he grew older and entered his teenage years, he was met with the realization that the Patrick Mac he'd known as a child had yet to fade. Instead of throwing fists of anger and participating in the typical truth-or-dare events, or attending parties and experimenting with drugs, sex or alcohol, he remained outside the circle. He'd hear the stories of violent fights that would arise at these gatherings, where the police would occasionally end up becoming involved. That alone was enough to convince him that no matter how much others would persuade him into joining, it was better to stay true to who he was.
Unfortunately, that meant questions would get thrown at him, to which he would give the same answers to, time and time again.
"I don't get it, Patrick," one guy would say, shrugging his shoulders in confusion. "Don't you want to get out and…have some fun?"
"I-I just don't really do parties," he'd reply awkwardly, keeping his eyes on the floor.
He knew his friends weren't trying to make him feel bad, but there was no denying that he was recognizing more and more each day how different he really was. Compared with the rest of Madderson High, he just didn't have that same sense of "party" in him that seemed so prevalent in the teenage population.
It was one of the reasons he felt himself growing apart from who he'd thought had become his friends. But it was all too obvious their interests had changed with age, and Patrick just wasn't changing in the same manner that so many others were.
"Why not?" another girl would ask, only adding to the increasing awkwardness closing in on Patrick. "Everyone loves a party."
Not knowing how to respond, all he could do was start to answer, but the words would get so tangled up that all he would manage to get out was, "Uhh…" He could never find it in himself to come right out and speak the truth without feeling that weight of awkwardness pressing down on him.
"Come on, man!" he'd hear a voice say, and feel a hand giving him a light clap on the shoulder. "Get out and have some fun! What's holding you back?"
Finally, Patrick would find his voice once more to tell them while working hard not to let that awkward feeling take over, "Thanks, guys, but…you go on without me, really." After pausing briefly, he'd then add while shifting his gaze uncomfortably, "I-I think I'll just stay home and study."
"Don't you wanna get out of the house though?" a guy would ask. With a little grin, he'd then nudge him in the arm while saying with a wink, "Who knows? Might meet a girl…" Patrick had a pretty good idea as to what the guy was really suggesting; he knew how the minds of so many guys operated.
The truth was, Patrick felt so occupied with his academic life that he really didn't spend much time dwelling on the fact that he didn't have a girlfriend...and never had. Nor had he ever kissed a girl, danced with a girl, or even held a girl's hand. It occurred to him that perhaps girls just didn't care for a shy, geeky guy who spent hours huddled over books instead of attending the latest parties and keeping up with the social world. Maybe to them, he was all but a boring teenage guy who just didn't know how to have a great time.
I'm just not like other guys, Patrick would think. Where he liked learning, studying, reading as much as he possibly could and challenging his own mind, the majority of guys found school tedious and didn't care to study and read. Their distracted minds were spent elsewhere.
What he didn't understand was why such a vast majority felt so pressured into needing a girlfriend or boyfriend while in high school. Too frequently, he'd seen students hooking up solely due to physical attraction and naturally, such relationships just didn't last. Of course, he knew the raging hormones played quite the role in all of that, but regardless, he just didn't feel that same need to jump right into a relationship.
Besides, what was wrong with waiting till he was older anyway? At sixteen, he had to focus on completing high school and earning the best grades he could if he hoped on being accepted into university. That was only the second stepping-stone in his academic life. He'd then need to strive in working towards finding the one career that would be calling to him.
No, he knew there was no rush for love. He might not have been familiar with the immense world of love, but he did know enough from what he'd observed so far in life that it could be a pretty complicated thing. Based on that, he didn't mind waiting to see what life would have to offer. Not only that, but he knew there were all sorts of love, but the one that seemed most special of all was what they called true love. He knew it was real, as he saw it every day from his parents. When it was alive and strong, there was no mistaking it for anything else in the world.
As for him, he kept reminding himself that if he were meant to find true love, then it would be found.
"I think I'll just do some studying," Patrick would repeat, finding it hard to look them all in the eye.
"Studying?" a girl exclaimed. "Why? I mean, why spend the whole weekend studying? That's no fun! You'll go stir crazy."
"Just come with us. You know you want to."
"Come on, Patrick!"
"It's fine, guys," Patrick would say, refraining from biting his lip. "I-I really do have stuff to do this weekend."
They knew there was no changing Patrick's mind. When he had hid mind set on something, it was practically impossible to talk him out of it.
After staring at him with odd expressions for a moment longer, the small group exchanged looks, then turned and left for class.
"Well…have fun studying then," Patrick would hear them say.
Glancing back at them, once more he was struck with the recognition of the unmistakable differences between he and his friends. That…and the fact that he just didn't quite belong in this realm that was High School. All the drama, rumours, parties and thrill-seekers just wasn't what Patrick Mac was looking for.
Because of that, he often felt rather alone. Small and insignificant even.
I'm just not like anyone else, I guess, he'd think, lost in his ocean of thoughts. Just a guy named Patrick Mac.
So for the four years while he was advancing through Madderson High, he continued being Patrick Mac. He spent much of his time in the library completing assignments, research projects and studying for end-of-the-term examinations. Ever since he'd been shown the amazing complexity of the online world of computers, he'd been hooked. The technologically advanced system they had with computers in the forty-ninth century was all but astounding. Every bit of information was at their very fingertips with a press of some buttons and some verbal commands. It hadn't taken Patrick long at till he was searching away and interfacing with the computers as if it were second nature to him.
It was during his time in high school that he learned something very important about himself.
It was while he was at the library – any library – that he experienced a sense of belonging.
It was a place he felt truly confident in. It was where all doubts and insecurities could be washed away so his inner confidence could shine through.
It was a place he could call…home.
As he expected, his high school years flew by in a speeding blur. One moment he was in the tenth grade, and the next it was graduation day, and he was leaving his high school life. It came as no surprise to anyone that Patrick graduated at the top of his class in each subject, achieved high honours in every year, earned the highest overall academic average of 95% and would be awarded with a scholarship of twenty-five hundred dollars in recognition of his academic excellence.
When his name was called and he made his way across the stage wearing his gown and cap to receive his diploma, his parents couldn't have been any prouder.
"He works so hard," his mother uttered softly to her husband, her voice swelling with pride. "He always has."
Her husband met her gaze, smiled with equal pride and answered, "Yeah, he does. I can't think of a single day where he wasn't working away at something. I've never seen anyone so dedicated. He's got a passion for learning, that's for sure."
"He's grown up so fast," she commented, tears welling in her eyes. They were tears filled with a mixture of emotions – pride, joy and a bit of sadness. "Seems like just yesterday he was reading his first book, or getting on the bus for the first time….now he's off to university."
"Hey, are those tears?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her.
She chuckled, and pressed her head against her husband's. "Yes, it's expected that a mother's going to cry at her only son's graduation, dear."
"I suppose so," he smiled, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Don't worry, though. He's growing up, but he'll always be your little boy. He'll venture off and find his place in the world, but he'll never be gone."
"My little Pat," she said, recalling all the precious memories of her son when he'd been young.
"It's funny," she heard her husband say. "He never liked being called Pat but he didn't seem to mind when you called him it."
"Yeah, you're right," she answered, then went on, "It's crazy."
"What is?"
"How fast time goes."
"It is. One minute we're celebrating his first birthday, the next…he's done high school. Hard to believe, really."
He watched his now graduated son walk off the stage, diploma in hand and a big smile on his face. When he turned and looked to the right, he stopped for a moment when he noticed his parents sitting in the front row. He broke out in an even bigger smile and gave them a little wave as he went and took his seat amongst the other students.
Now that Patrick would be putting his high school days behind him, he knew where his next stop would take him.
University.
Shortly after celebrating his completion of high school, Patrick shifted his focus onto what was typically viewed as the most nerve-wracking part of the university experience – applying. Though his grades were exceptional and it was obvious he was a hard-working, dedicated student, the worrywart inside him kept thinking he might not get accepted. Competition could be greater this year. What if there were a larger number of applicants to his desired program? The words what if kept running through his mind? Would there be a spot for him?
The only way of finding that out was to shove aside his fears, apply, and hope for the best.
When he knocked on the door to the Registrar's Office, he heard a woman's voice call out professionally, "Come in."
Patrick slowly opened the door and walked inside while closing it behind him. He turned his attention to the long, polished wooden desk in front of him and saw a woman who looked to be in her forties staring back at him from over her holographic screen.
"Hi there," said Patrick, clearing his throat. "My name is Patrick Mac. I, uh, I was just wondering if I might be able to apply to become a student here."
"Nice to meet you Patrick," the woman answered pleasantly. "My name's Mrs. Ellen. Glad to hear of your interest in applying to our school." She gestured to the chair opposite her and announced, "Please, take a seat."
After shaking hands with Mrs. Ellen, Patrick took a seat in the leather chair, and dropped his gaze to the envelope in his hand. Inside were all the well-earned high school accomplishments he hoped would earn him a place within the university. Suddenly, he found himself growing anxious all over again and out of habit, started biting his lip.
The woman sensed his nervousness and asked him kindly, "Nervous, dear?"
Patrick blinked and admitted quickly, "A-a little."
"Try not to worry," she smiled. "I know the application process can often seem intimidating for students fresh out of high school but it often isn't as bad as one expects."
Patrick nodded in appreciation, but he still couldn't shake the butterflies raging inside him. What if I'm not good enough?
"So how old are you, Patrick?"
"Eighteen."
"Wow, so you've just completed your final year of high school then?"
He nodded silently.
"Well, congratulations first of all for successfully graduating from high school. That's always a great first stepping-stone and an accomplishment in itself. And what program were you considering applying for?"
"Well, I'd love to be in Education."
Mrs. Ellen smiled and asked him, "So you want to be a Teacher?"
Patrick nodded, replying politely, "Yes, ma'am."
"That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Teachers are such an essential part of helping society to advance and flourish. That's so great. Was there anything that drew you to teaching? Did you always know this was what you wanted?"
"I think so," Patrick said, chuckling lightly. "Even as a kid, I always liked helping other people and growing up, I always enjoyed school. I loved learning, studying and explaining things to other people. Both of my parents are teachers, so I guess I inherited their passion for teaching."
"Fantastic," Mrs. Ellen commented. "Your parents must be very proud. What section of Education were you leaning towards, Patrick?"
"Computer Technology."
"So you like computers then?"
"Absolutely," Patrick answered. "Interfacing with computers, research, programming, exploring databases…that's me. A lot of my time in school was actually spent in the library. I just love being around computers, and having access to every book or bit of information that's out there. I'd even like to try and land a job as a librarian someday, if the opportunity were to present itself."
"Well, it certainly seems you've got your mind made up," she commented. "As for the program we offer here, I'm sure you'd be happy. We still have quite a few spots left in the program, so if you'd like for me to look over your grades, I can absolutely do that and we can go from there."
This was it. The moment of truth. The single, one moment Patrick had been pondering about for the past few days.
Without a word, he handed her the sealed envelope and found his eyes locking in place as she began opening it. It was like time was slowing down. The tick-tocking of the clock on the burgundy-colored wall seemed three times louder. The shuffling of feet around him was like thunder and as her eyes scanned the pages, he feared his heart might actually burst right out of his chest. His mind was in overdrive with thought after thought emerging like wildfire.
What's she thinking? Is it good? Will I have to go somewhere else? What does she think of my grades? Are they okay? Should I say something? Should I try and think of something else?
After a grand total of one minute that felt like a never-ending lifetime for Patrick, Mrs. Ellen set down the pages, looked to the young student and held out her hand.
"Congratulations, Patrick Mac," she smiled. "You've just been officially accepted into our Education of Computer Technology program!"
Patrick stared at the woman with unblinking eyes. It was like his mind wasn't comprehending what she'd just said. Had he heard her correctly? Had he been swept up in a dream? Was he only imagining this?
Somehow, he was able to hold out his hand to shake.
The woman chuckled at Patrick's response and placed his papers and envelope on top of her desk.
"So, what we'll do for you now is officially enrol you in the program, set up an account for you, provide you with a detailed explanation of your classes, weekly schedules and all the buildings where your classes will take place."
It was only now that it was dawning on Patrick what had just happened.
"Wait... did you just say I got accepted?"
"That's right, dear," Mrs. Ellen replied.
"B-but that was so fast!" Patrick remarked, slightly confused. "I always assumed it was a longer, more detailed process?"
"Normally, it is a more lengthy process," she explained. "But you're what we call an exception."
"Exception, ma'am?"
"I only had to glance at your grades to see that you're going to be an excellent student here at our university. Based on what you achieved in high school alone, no doubt you're going to excel just as well in this program. To earn an overall average of 95% and to achieve the highest mark in not one, but all of your classes…that's not an easy task, Patrick. Most of the students we admit into our school apply with an average ranging in the seventies or low eighties. What you have here in terms of your academic achievements is simply exceptional. Not only that, but the fact that you dedicated time to volunteer at local libraries is always something we take into consideration as well. It's clear you have a passion for this field and there's only one thing I can think of to do for someone like you…and that's to accept you right on the spot."
Patrick hadn't expected them to speak of his accomplishments with such praise.
"T-thank you, ma'am," he said humbly, wanting to smile and laugh all at once. "I don't know what to say, really. This is…this is great!"
She smiled again and held out a small, black, circular pin. Patrick slowly took the pin and noticed the writing on it read: STUDENT OF EDUCATION OF COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY in thin, yellow lettering.
It was official.
He was now a part of the School of Education of Computer Technology. This was the next step in his academic journey to becoming a Teacher – the career he'd dreamed of having for years.
The waiting and wondering was finally over.
He'd done it!
"Welcome to the program, Patrick Mac!"
Passing along the exciting news to his parents, the two weren't surprised even the slightest. Ever since their son had left the house and gone to the university for his appointment, both had not even a single doubt of him not being accepted. They knew the colleges and universities were always seeking the brightest, hardest working and most dedicated students.
Patrick was all of the above and more.
"I'm so happy for you, Pat," said his mother, hugging him tight. "All the hard work you put in over the years has paid off. Just a few more years and you'll be done school and…and you'll be a Teacher."
"Thanks, Mom," said Patrick, noticing a few tears welling in her eyes.
"And a Librarian!" his father threw in, giving his son a friendly rub on the shoulder. "If there's anyone that would make the world's finest librarian, it's you pal. Heck, they ought to make you Librarian of the world!"
"Thanks, Dad," Patrick chuckled. "If there's ever a job for World Librarian, I'll make sure to apply."
It was hard to believe that in a few years time, Patrick would be living his life as a Teacher and hopefully, if he was lucky, a Librarian as well. Just like his parents, he too would be able to pass on his knowledge to others in the hopes that he could make a difference in the academic world. It wouldn't be long till the Mac Family would be a family of Teachers – his mother a teacher of English, his father a Teacher of History, and excitingly, he would be the teacher of Computer Technology.
"There's no doubt about it," his father concluded when he and his wife were alone later that evening. He locked eyes with her and the two could see the understanding reflected in the other's eyes. "This is the way it was meant to be."
"You think he'll be alright?" she asked him quietly, thinking ahead to tomorrow, when her son would embark on his first day of university.
Her husband responded with, "Patrick? Knowing that boy, he could have all four years finished in a year. He'll be more than alright."
And he couldn't have been more right.
While the expectations and workload had increased significantly since high school, this didn't seem to shake Patrick even for a second. If anything, his confidence appeared more solid than ever, as if his mind were more focused than ever on striving to be all he could be. Now so close to becoming a Teacher, it was like some part of him was awakening for the first time, helping him to meet every challenge head on. Like a tiny voice inside his head, it re-energized him in times of stress, restored his confidence when it was shaken, and revived his mind whenever it became too cluttered. He was thankful to have that inner voice, and even took comfort simply knowing that it was there if ever he needed reminding to stay true to who he was.
He also knew the constant support from his parents helped remind him that he would complete his education and would become a great Teacher and Librarian. Of course, there were days when he wondered if the four years would feel more like ten, but he tried not thinking ahead. Instead, he took it one day at a time and before he knew it, year one had reached its end. Following this, year two had come and gone and more quickly still, he'd completed his third year of the program. By the time the last year of his studies rolled around and he was nearing graduation, he'd forgotten all about how slowly he'd thought the four years would pass by.
In what felt like the blink of an eye though….once more he was walking across the stage on graduation day. It was time to be awarded his Bachelor of Education of Computer Technology. Another chapter of his life was about to be written. One door would be closing, while another would be opened. He now had the world in the palm of his hand, and it was now time to venture out on his own.
For the past twenty-two years of his life, while in school, he and his family had lived in the area of Lower Manhattan. But now with his schooling complete, it was time to venture out into the depths of New York City to begin his search for a teaching career.
It was strange and a little odd to be saying good-bye to his parents, but he kept reminding himself that this wasn't really good-bye, not in the traditional sense. Yes, he was moving out to live on his own and begin his career, but he'd always come back to Lower Manhattan to visit.
In many ways, it was just the beginning.
Nevertheless, there was still a touch of sadness in the air when he'd packed up his bags, gotten into his car and was driving off to his new apartment in the underground village of Chelsea. He and his parents had taken a few trips underground and Patrick always recalled how vast and maze-like the world beneath them always seemed. He was eager to now have the chance to explore more of these underground villages in their entirety.
It didn't take long for him to settle into his new apartment on the fifteenth floor of Chelsea's largest housing complex. The apartment itself was one of a smaller size, but in Patrick's eyes, was just what he'd need to live comfortably. The floors were of a soft, sand-colored carpet, the windows were built of glass panes and vertical blinds and the walls were a light grey. The couch and two easy chairs in the living room were of leather, and also in the room was a circular rug decked out in a black-and-white pattern of swirls. The bedroom consisted of a king-sized bed and a tiny sphere called a Platform that rested on a table opposite his bed. It was a holographic projector, and a multi-purpose item that functioned as both a television and a computer.
It may not have been the largest apartment available, but for Patrick…it was perfect.
Already he was home.
After he was fully settled, he sat down on the couch, pulled out his communicator, and began searching for teaching positions in the area. Page after page he scrolled through and it was at the bottom of one page that his darting eyes settled on a fairly recent advertisement. It read: COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY TEACHER REQUIRED at Chelsea High. Full-time position. If interested, please contact Ms. Simmons to arrange for an interview.
The instant he finished reading this, he was on the phone and arranging for an interview.
The following day…he was sitting in the office of the Director of Chelsea High herself – Ms. Simmons.
For the first ten minutes, Ms. Simmons asked Patrick to introduce himself and discuss his academic accomplishments. It was when she reached the final, ultimate question that Patrick had to pull everything together and convince her as to why they should hire him as their newest teacher.
"Ma'am, ever since I was little, I always loved learning and challenging myself to learn as much as I possibly could. When I was six, I wanted to learn all there was to know about the world. For me, there was always something so fascinating about how much knowledge there is to explore. It was like a whole other world, and when it came to computers, I never felt more at home. I'd spend hours familiarizing myself with how to interface with all sorts of computers and how to access the information to the best of my ability. Much of my time in school was spent in the library, which I always thought of as my second home. It was where I felt I could just be myself. I always felt so confident and no matter what book I opened up, there was something to learn and wonder about. It wasn't long till I knew I belonged in a school."
The next few minutes felt like the longest Patrick had ever known.
"Well, from what it sounds like," Ms. Simmons began. "It sounds like you've got quite a passion for this field. As for your resume, I can say that I'm rather impressed with your academic record, Mr. Mac. It's clear you've worked hard to get where you are today and I'd just like to congratulate you on your achievements."
Patrick acknowledged this with a nod, and in a humble tone, said, "Thank you, Ms. Simmons."
"As for the job," she continued. "We've had six applicants over the past week applying for this position. You're the last applicant we've interviewed and after giving it some serious thought…I believe I've reached a decision as to who I would like to have join our staff here at the school."
Patrick swallowed, refrained from biting his lip, maintained eye contact with the Director…and waited.
With a broad smile, she held out her hand to shake while telling him warmly, "It gives me great pleasure to say…welcome to Chelsea High, Mr. Mac."
"M-me?" he asked, fighting to keep his jaw from hitting the floor in dumbfounded shock.
"I feel you'll be an excellent addition to our staff," she told him, shaking his hand. "You're intelligent, passionate, hard-working, friendly, all things we look for in a teacher. I'm certain the students here will be delighted to have you as a teacher."
"Thank you, ma'am!" Patrick answered, his face breaking out in a smile. "I promise I'll do my best."
She nodded, and went on, "We look forward to working with you. We hope you find yourself at home here at our school. Before I provide you with more information, however, there is another question I would like to ask, if you don't mind."
"No, of course not."
"We've just received news that our oldest staff member, Mrs. Thompson, has recently passed away at the age of ninety."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Patrick softly.
"She was the librarian here at the school for forty years and we're now in need of a new librarian and as you've expressed such a passion for books and computers…I was wondering if you would be interested in filling this position?"
Patrick repeated the question in his own head. Had he heard right?
"You…you're asking if I want to be the new librarian?"
"Certainly," she confirmed. "The school could really benefit from having someone with as much passion as yourself. More importantly, the students could benefit. You could help them see computers and knowledge in a different light. You're young, Mr. Mac. The students could really benefit from a fresh perspective…and I'm confident that you could provide them with that."
"Thank you, Ms. Simmons," said Patrick, feeling somewhat dazed, but thrilled. "I-I'd love to!"
"I'd say my search is over then, Mr. Mac," she stated with finality. "Chelsea High now has its new teacher…and new librarian."
And so, at the young age of twenty-two, Patrick's new life as a teacher and librarian at Chelsea High began.
The school itself was much larger than Patrick had expected but in only a few days, he would start to know his way around the large building. His classroom was on the third floor and the moment he stepped into it, he was struck with a jumble of racing emotions. For a few minutes, he did nothing but wander around in silence while taking in the room where he would be doing his teaching. It was when he turned to leave that his eyes fell on a sight that made him sure that all the long school days he'd spent studying were worth it.
Centered on the door was a golden, brass frame. In bold, black letters it read: MR. MAC.
It didn't take long for the other staff members to welcome Patrick to the school. While he was the youngest teacher there, the older teachers were pleased to have him at the school, and assured him if he ever had questions about anything about all, they'd be happy to give him a hand.
As for the students, they'd heard that a new teacher would be replacing whom they'd had previously, but weren't expecting one so young. On the first day, as they all took their seats, they quickly started exchanging ideas and thoughts as to what their new teacher would be like. It was when their new teacher strolled into the room with an air of calm confidence that they realized how wrong they were. Not only was he much younger than all their other teachers, but there was a kind of sparkle in his eye that told them he wouldn't be some strict, no-nonsense teacher who scolded and spoke in tedious tones.
The girls, of course, were all taken aback by this new teacher, and found themselves staring at him with unblinking eyes. They hadn't expected a young man to step into the room and if they had to admit, they'd all agree he was rather handsome! He was dressed casually in a green, short-sleeved shirt with jeans and what with his long brown hair and brown eyes…they suddenly found themselves looking forward to this class. The guys would catch on fairly quickly how they felt and would joke with them saying, "Someone's crushing on the teacher!" But they couldn't speak too loudly, should this new teacher hear them. The girls would hate to end up in the awkward situation of thinking their teacher was cute...and the teacher knowing about it.
"Hello everyone!" the man began, standing at the front of the class with a friendly smile. "My name is Patrick Mac, and I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you as the year progresses. I'm very pleased to be one of the new teachers and librarian here at the school. I'm hoping to teach you as much as I possibly can, and my hope is that you'll find that the world of computers and knowledge is actually quite an interesting one. As part of the Computer Tech course, we'll be reviewing lots of concepts and techniques for using the computer system, and I hope you'll all enjoy some of the projects we'll be exploring."
After having the twenty students briefly introduce themselves, one of the girls in the front row raised her hand.
"Yes, Shana?"
"I was just wondering if we could maybe go on a field trip some time in the year?"
The rest of the class all broke out in fervent discussion and it was clear they hadn't had a field trip in some time.
"Sure, I think I could arrange that," said Patrick. "How many of you have been to the New York Public Library before?"
A couple students raised their hands in response.
"Okay, I'll look over the schedule and see if there's a day we can head down there. It'd be a great opportunity to get a more hands-on approach to using the computers. From what I've seen so far here at the school, the library here is pretty advanced. But letting you guys spend some time at the New York Public Library would be beneficial, as they have some great technological features there you can all get acquainted with. How does that sound?"
His class replied together in unison with, "Cool!"
Patrick was about to get into more detail on what he had planned for the course, when he suddenly fell silent. For some reason that he didn't understand, he felt something strange and uncomfortable forming in the pit of his stomach. He wondered if he was coming down with a simple stomach ache? But that didn't make sense, as all he'd eaten for breakfast was some buttered toast and oatmeal. Surely that wouldn't be enough to throw his stomach out of balance. So then why did he feel like his stomach was twisting and tightening? And why did it feel like some unnerving weight was weighing him down?
One of the girls in the front row – Em Stickler – spoke up, asking, "Mr. Mac?"
What is it? Am I just feeling sick? Should I maybe head home?
"Are you okay, Mr. Mac?"
No, I'm fine. It's probably nothing. I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all this. I must be coming down with the flu. Just a little flu. That's all.
Before anyone could say anything else, Patrick saw a woman's figure appearing out of the corner of his eye. When he turned to see who it was, it was the Director of Chelsea High, Ms. Simmons. He was surprised to see her standing there, as she was usually busy and working away in her office, but there she was.
But something about the way she stood there staring at him made Patrick feel worse than he already felt. Without warning, the knot in his stomach started squeezing and releasing, his heart began racing and his mind flew into overdrive. Without knowing why or how he possibly could, already Patrick feared why the Director was standing there in his doorway.
And he prayed he was wrong.
The silence that had overtaken the classroom was all but eerie. As the two stood there – teacher and director – staring at the other, the students felt a similar pit growing in their own stomachs. The stillness lasted for only a couple of seconds but for Patrick, they would be the few seconds he would end up replaying over and over for the rest of his life.
"Mr. Mac," the director started, but the words caught in her throat. She swallowed, and found herself struggling to get the words out. While sighing sadly, she glanced down at the floor and a sad look washed over them.
Patrick said nothing. He remained standing, his eyes locked on hers and his body feeling like it might collapse at any moment.
It was what she said next that Patrick knew why she'd left her office to come and find him. He didn't need to hear the rest; he already knew.
"I'm so sorry, Patrick," she whispered, her voice shaky.
That was all he needed to hear.
Before Ms. Simmons could say another word, Patrick hurriedly made his way towards the door…and rushed past her. That unsettling feeling was now no longer in his stomach; it was in his heart and filling it with a sense of dread, fear and sorrow like he'd never known before. It was such an alien, terrible feeling, and it was one he felt would take over his entire being like some horrid virus.
As he flew down the hallway, a few students walked by but it was like they weren't even there. His vision was turning blurry and even the halls and doors and faces around him were all clouding together in a mass of swirling colours. He felt like the walls were closing in on him impossibly quickly. He feared he wouldn't be able to stay standing for much longer, but his body was acting all on its own now. Though he felt he might collapse at any moment, still his body refused to do anything except run.
As he reached the front entrance, he heard a man's voice speaking and in the room next to him was a holographic image. Patrick's mind seemed to lock as the man's words reached his listening ears. He was describing a shocking occurrence that had unfolded earlier that morning, in which a wife and her husband had been tragically shot down by a masked gunman. The two had been walking by an old cemetery when the tragedy had transpired and police were still searching for the suspect.
Hearing the names of the man and woman whose lives had been so heartbreakingly stolen…Patrick felt the world crashing down upon him. Everything - the walls, ceiling and very school itself - all felt like it might come falling apart, only to then smother him.
He shook his head, disbelieving, and with what little energy he had within him, stumbled out the front doors. He nearly tripped over his feet, yet somehow managed to keep from falling.
With his whole body shaking uncontrollably, he forced his way over to the elevator, traveled up to the surface above, and went on running till he could run no more. Finally, he sat down on a wooden bench, not even knowing where he now was or even what time it was. He'd lost track of just about everything. He pressed his head into his hands, and surrendered to the tears welling in his reddened eyes. One after the next, they slid down his cheeks; he didn't even try to fight against it. There was no stopping this outpouring of tears that trapped him in the heaviest, most heart-wrenching grief he had ever known. He must have sat there for ten minutes sinking deeper and deeper into this pit of unforgiving despair.
Finally, he lifted his head, gazed up at the cloud-filled sky with woeful eyes…and watched as the darkened clouds began spilling out drops of rain. As drop after drop fell, trickling down his aching face, it was when he felt the torrential downpour drenching him that the shattering truth struck him…and it couldn't have struck him any harder.
He no longer had a mother or father.
The parents he'd loved all his life were now dead.
His family…was no longer.
He was now an orphan.
Patrick Mac sat alone on that bench for the next hour, the storm of raindrops pounding down on him like a never-ending storm of bricks. It was like he was feeling his own emotions crashing down upon him with such force, he feared it might very well be the death of him.
Today was to suppose to be the day he would experience his first day as a Teacher and Librarian. It was suppose to be the day that marked the beginning of his new life.
What he'd thought was going to be one of the best days of his life was now the most painful day he'd ever known.
The next few days passed by terribly for Patrick.
He found sleeping was all but impossible; he spent much of his time sitting alone in his apartment staring in a daze at the wall, and even simple, everyday things like showering, getting dressed or eating breakfast took a great deal of effort. Hardest of all was being surrounded by all the things that reminded him so much of his parents. It was like wherever he turned, he saw them and like whispering ghosts, he kept feeling like their voices were still very much there beside him, speaking….but he knew the truth.
He was now alone.
Painfully, utterly and unmistakably alone.
So often, when he felt engulfed by his thoughts, all he could think was: I don't know what I am anymore.
The day of his parent's funeral, Patrick felt the world closing in once more on him. Seeing the intricately carved coffins and knowing his mother and father were both inside was almost too much for him. But somehow, he gathered all the strength he could to stand up at the podium give a eulogy on the two people who had loved and raised him to become the person he was today. Though he broke down in tears while remembering his parents, he wanted everyone there to know what amazing people his parents had been, and how much he'd loved them.
As he was speaking, there was something he noticed that even years later, he still remembered. Standing at the very back of the building was a tall man with short grey hair who was dressed formally in black and white. There was nothing peculiar about the way he was dressed, but what Patrick did think was odd…were the man's eyes. Even from where he was standing up at the podium, Patrick could still make out the man's eyes, and they were the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. In a way, it was almost unnatural how blue they were.
And when Patrick had finished his speech, and was leaving the podium, wiping the tears from his eyes, the blue-eyed man who'd been eyeing him closely…smiled victoriously. Though Patrick didn't notice, the icy-blue eyes that belonged to the mysterious stranger flashed even brighter but just as quickly, he was no different than those around him.
For the next four years, Patrick began the journey of not only living life as a Teacher and Librarian, but ultimately, rediscovering himself and helping himself to heal. His passion for teaching, learning and studying was reborn and day-by-day, he felt like he was meeting himself all over again. Day by day, he rebuilt what had been hiding inside him, waiting to be reborn. There wasn't a day that went by where his parents didn't pop into his thoughts, but he kept their memories alive and well. Whatever he did and wherever he went, he kept their spirits alive and knowing how proud they'd be of him helped rejuvenate his strength.
It was on his twenty-sixth birthday that Patrick had an idea. It was one that had been tickling the back of his mind for the past few weeks. As he lived alone in his apartment, there were times when he felt lonely and wished he had some company and after giving it more thought, he knew the perfect place to go.
An hour later, he returned home, with his hands and arms as full as if it were Christmas morning. In one hand he held a carry case and in the other he carried a large bag of food and a soft bed layered with cotton.
He set down the bed and bag of food and turned his attention to the crate. From inside, he could hear tiny scraping sounds and watching with a smile, noticed a miniature nose peeking out, as if wanting to say hello to the world. From the other side of the crate, he caught sight of a skinny, orange tail.
Kneeling down, he reached out and opened the door to let his new friend out.
Walking out towards him was a tiny, orange figure covered in fur. Her eyes were a sparkling green and she was entirely orange in color aside from the white tip on her tail. She scampered toward her new owner with a light chirp and nuzzled her small head against his lap.
Patrick chuckled and said, "Hello to you too."
He gently patted the tabby kitten behind her ear, and she meowed in approval while licking his other hand with her sandy tongue. Initially, Patrick had considered adopting a dog, but what with the long hours he spent working at Chelsea High as both a teacher and the librarian, he wouldn't be home often enough to spend time with it. He knew dogs were active animals that needed lots of time to get out of the house, chase a ball, roll around and basically spend time with their owners.
That was when he the idea occurred to him…why not a cat?
That was what led him to be sitting in his apartment with an orange tabby kitten crawling onto his leg and nestling its head into his leg.
"But what to name you?" said Patrick out loud. He looked down at the kitten and ran a list of names through his head, wondering what name he should give his new, friendly companion.
"Lady?"
The kitten's response was to continue nuzzling its head against Patrick's leg.
"No? Okay…how about Ginger?"
Still no meow.
"I am just not good with names, am I?" he asked her with an amused chuckle. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red collar he'd picked up while at the store. While gently placing it around her neck, he suggested, "How do you feel about Marigold?"
No meow.
"Whiskers?"
Silence.
"Tiger?"
Nothing.
Patrick carefully picked her up in his arms and asked, "I've got it…No-Name!" She yawned and stared up at him with wide, curious eyes. He chuckled and told her, "Just kidding."
He was feeling stumped as to what name to give to this little kitten. What to name her…what to name her?
As he watched her, he saw her eyes gazing up into his own and just like that it hit him. He knew the perfect name for this tiny kitten. It was staring him right in the face. The young tabby appeared serious about what name she was to receive, and it was based on this characteristic he would name her.
"Earnest!"
His newly adopted kitten lifted her head and meowed loudly, voicing her approval. Patrick laughed, placed her back down on his lap and rubbed her head.
"Earnest it is!" he announced. "Well, welcome home Earnest. I hope you'll like it here. I've got some food and a bed all ready for you. You'll have to help me out with toys though. I'm kind of new to all this, so you just let me know which toys you like and I'll see what I can do, okay?"
But the kitten Earnest was already fast asleep on Patrick's lap, purring contently.
A few days later, Patrick was strolling through the front doors to Chelsea High when he heard the Director in her office speaking with one of the English teachers.
"Looks as though we'll be needing to hire a new Computer Technology teacher, for the eleventh graders," he heard Ms. Simmons say. "With Mr. Walker retiring, we'll need to have that spot filled as quickly as possible."
"Shouldn't take long," the teacher commented casually. "New graduates are always looking for jobs. Who knows? Might even have a new teacher by the end of the week."
As Patrick continued on towards his classroom on the third floor, he wondered what sort of person would be joining the Computer Technology staff. Mr. Ross taught the twelfth graders while Patrick was responsible for teaching the tenth graders. He now wondered who would end up teaching the eleventh graders?
Patrick been a teacher and the librarian at the school for four years now, but this was the first time since he'd been there that a new teacher would soon be arriving.
He wondered who it would be.