Hi Everyone! I hope you like this little fic. I felt inspired to write a little short story of the two of them because I like them so much and I haven't yet found many Static Quake stories. It's not very long but I could be persuaded to write a follow up chapter if people are keen to hear more.
Follow-up note: Has now been fixed so is actually readable!
A five year old girl crept away from her ever watchful parents, who for once were distracted by their visitors. She giggled happily as she made her way to the backyard of the family home where her mother grew a wide array of flowers, one of which she had decided to name her daughter after - with prompting from the little girls' father.
"Daisy?" said a voice from behind her. The little girl turned, startled and guilty. Her parents didn't like her wandering away and she got in trouble sometimes, but this was not one of those times.
This time it was a boy a little older than herself. A boy with blue eyes and sandy coloured hair.
"Link!" She squealed and dashed over to grab his hand.
The boys' name was not Link, but as she was quite small and cute the older boy didn't mind.
"Have you seen my flower?" she asked him, and started trying to pull the boy to the flower bed.
"I don't want to see your flower," the boy sighed. "Your mum sent me to keep an eye on you. Can't we go back to the other kids? Its boring here."
Daisy's face fell in sadness.
"But my flower is pretty," she said, unable to understand why anyone wouldn't want to look at a pretty flower.
Lincoln, for that was the name of the boy, decided that he'd rather have to look at a flower than deal with tears.
"Alright then, but if it isn't pretty then we're going straight back to the others," he said, and allowed his friend to pull him to their destination.
It was a yellow daisy, and Lincoln supposed that it was pretty but maybe not in the same way his friend was.
"Mummy helped me plant it, and she lets me water it as well. She says that I need to look after it because otherwise it will get sick."
Lincoln nodded sagely.
"You don't want your flower getting sick," he agreed. "At school my teacher said that you have to water them, but not too much. Do you water it?" Lincoln asked.
Daisy nodded vigorously.
"They it probably wont get sick for a long time," the seven year old said.
Daisy looked relieved.
"You're very smart," she said.
Lincoln agreed that he was.
"School does that. It makes us smarter. Only big people can go."
"I can't wait to go to school. Daddy says I have to wait a little while though."
"You meet lots of people," Lincoln imparted his wisdom. "Not all of them are nice."
"You're nice!" Daisy squeaked. "I want to go to school with you."
"Maybe you will. You'll have to ask your Mum."
Daisy nodded and let Lincoln pull her away from the garden bed.
"It was a very pretty flower, but we should get back now," Lincoln led her back to the party where her small hand slipped from his bigger one and she dashed off to play with her friend Jemma.
Little did she know that one day when they were older Lincoln wouldn't let her release his hand so easily.