Hey guys. This is jixie, but now it's spelled jixy. I know its been FOREVER since I updated any stories. I had MAJOR computer meltdown and I can't access the jixie account.. But now I'm back with a sorta new name, and the show must go on.
This is new. It's a crossover. I've never written anything like it before, so please be patient.
The story is based on a song, which shows up piece by piece, until we get the whole thing. Please don't skip the song. When we have the whole song, the story will start to take a turn. Obviously, I don't own it. When it's all here, I'll tell you the title and artist.
Thoughts are in italics.
The song is in bold.
Everyone knows I don't own anything but the plot.
Do not try to understand this chapter. Take it at face value. Here goes.
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Chapter One: Impossibility
A red-headed girl sat against an arched window and pressed her tear-stained face to it. She frowned and squinted out at the distant rippling lake, the picture of how she felt.
I am a question to the world.
A dark-haired boy silently slid down the opposite side of the arch. The girl glanced at him, curled her legs up to give him room, then looked back out. He observed her silently for a moment and followed her gaze out to the dark waters of the lake.
Night had fallen in the still November sky. The moon and stars were obscured by a thick cover of clouds. A fine rain was falling, masking the sounds of life on the lower floors.
The boy turned and looked at the girl, then said quietly, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first."
After a moment, she pulled her face away from the glass. She looked up at him forlornly. "Not funny."
He stared across the room at a dying fire, the room's only light. "It wasn't supposed to be funny."
The girl looked back out the window. "Why do you even care?"
He shrugged. "I know what you're going through."
"No you don't."
He frowned. "Why do you assume that?"
She wouldn't meet his eyes. "I don't know."
They were silent for a moment, then he asked, "May I see your hand?"
"Why?" She continued to gaze out the window.
"Please? I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was soft and soothing, despite its deepness. And it was comforting to have someone beside her that was at least concerned about her.
She held out her hand, still not looking at him.
He pressed his palm against hers and lined their fingers up. "Well, what do you know," he commented.
She glanced at her hand, small compared to his. "What?" she asked, confused.
"You're human." He gestured at their hands.
"Huh?" She leaned over and saw that his fingertips bent completely over hers. "I don't get it."
His face was close to hers. "You're human." he said softly. "Only human. You don't have to be any more than that."
She gave him a little smile, then went back to staring at the lake.
"Why don't you trust me?" he asked.
"I want to trust you, and I'm trying–I really am–but it's hard. The past year hasn't been easy for me. I lost everything I ever loved, and what I didn't lose, I gave up to come here."
He turned a warm gaze on her. "Tell me what happened. It'll help. I know what it's like to be alone."
"Why do you suddenly care? You didn't used to."
He frowned. "I'm sorry.
I know I've been mistaken,
But just give me a break
And see the changes that I've made."
The girl sighed. "Alright, but let's go over by the fire. It's cold over here."
He followed her to the dying embers and they sat down.
The girl put her arms around her knees and stared into the fire.
The boys dark eyes shifted relentlessly as they tried in vain to pull her into focus. He scooted close to her and she whispered.
"I'm sorry. I'm not ready to tell you yet."
He shrugged. "Okay. So don't."
She gave him a sad smile. "I will, someday soon. When it doesn't hurt so bad."
"Okay. But I've been in your shoes before. It helps to tell someone, even if it's only a little at a time." He blinked at her patiently.
Not an answer to be heard.
After a moment she looked up at him mischievously and said, "Really. You're telling me that Mr. Perfect has been in this position before?"
The boy laughed softly. "If 'Mr. Perfect' is me, than you really are clueless."
She laughed and he was glad to see her in a better mood.
"Clueless?" she asked.
He nodded. "No one ever told you?"
"Told me what?"
"About me. I told them not to tell you, but I figured they would anyway. I guess they're better at secret-keeping than they used to be." He shrugged.
She gave him a come-on-you-know-you-can-tell-me look that tugged on his heart painfully.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine. I'll show you mine if you show me yours first. You don't have to explain. Just show me."
She bit her lip. After a moment she whispered, "Fine."
"Which shoulder?" he asked.
"Right." She loosened her tie and pulled it off, then unbuttoned her blouse. The boy helped her pull it off and tossed it onto a couch, leaving her wearing a gray tank top.
She slid the thick strap off her shoulder and took a deep breath.
He ran a finger around the edges if the scars, tracing a curved triangle, a circle underneath it, and a smaller curved triangle at the bottom.
He finished tracing the odd symbol and laid his palm over it. It was cooler then the rest of the skin, and rough, almost raw-feeling, though he was sure it was fully healed.
Her skin tingled where his hand touched it. She shivered involuntarily.
He felt it. His hand snapped back, and he asked, "Cold?"
She shook her head, but he pressed the strap back onto her shoulder anyway.
He shed the thick black robe he was wearing and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Your turn," she prompted.
The boy grinned and pushed up the hair on his forehead, revealing a thin, lightning-shaped scar.
The girl gave him a sarcastic look. "So this is why you're not Mr. Perfect? This massive scar?"
He laughed. "Not the scar, the story behind it. But I don't really want to tell you now. Get someone else to later."
"Like who?"
"Anyone. Everyone knows."
She shrugged and dropped the subject. "Let's light the fire. It's getting cold."
He shuffled around and said, "Oh I guess I left my wa–"
She cut him off. "I got it." She leaned back, propping up on her elbows. Closing her eyes, she drew in a big breath, and jumped as his hand worked under hers.
He withdrew it quickly and looked away. "Sorry," he muttered. "I just tho–nevermind, I'm sorry."
"No,no, it's okay. You scared me." She grinned as he gave her an it's-really-okay? look. She nodded.
She closed her eyes, and this time when his hand worked under hers, she relaxed with a smile. She opened her eyes, calm as she could be with her heart beating so fast. "Fire," she whispered, the word not hurting for the first time in a long time. She pointed a finger at the embers and they sprang back to life.
The boy stared at her. "How did you..."
She sighed. "I'm different than you...and everyone else here. Leave it at that for now."
He turned a piercing gaze on her, but said, "Okay. But is that why you have trouble in classes?
She looked at the floor. "Yeah."
"You don't seem like the type that would have trouble with magic."
She frowned. "It's not magic in general that I have trouble with, it's this...this...this...I don't know. I just don't understand. I need some help."
"If you want, I could help you," he offered. " I'm no expert, but maybe I can help. You've already helped me without realizing it."
She grinned at him, eyes shining in the firelight. "That would be...nice." Their eyes locked for a moment, then the boy shook his head and looked down at his watch.
Or a moment that's held in your arms.
"It's 3:07. We should go to bed." He stood up and offered her a hand. She took it and they walked to the stairs.
"Goodnight," she whispered.
He smiled softly and kissed her on the cheek. Close to her ear, he whispered, "Goodnight, Will."
With that he let go of her hand and made his way up the stairs, leaving Will Vandom alone with her fluttering heart.
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