Prologue: A Lost Future
She was falling, deeper and deeper into the dark. The last thing she remembered. What had caused this? she wondered.
Was it another Connor's experiments?
Wait, she thought,
Who's Connor?
Who am I?
She saw a crack was far ahead; through it, the tiniest portion of light and life shined into the dark place that so desperately needed both of those things. She was floating towards it, she realized, and she wondered what it was. She wondered where she was. She had so many questions, but then she was bathed in the light. All doubts slipped away as she came ever closer to it. She was at peace. She knew nothing. She stretched out her arms, somehow knowing that she wanted to go through the light. But her arms fell just short. She waved them furiously. After a while, she stopped and looked around. With the light, she saw rich, dark purple walls and suddenly, the light started to shrink. Screams and yells came from the other side, and she started to panic, trying to move. But she was stuck, and she could only watch the hole, the place she knew she had to go through shrink. Then, with the tiniest flicker, the light went out.
And she was gone from time.
...
"Connor!" she yelled.
Connor groaned, thinking of the pizza box he had left on top of the stairs, of the bar of soap that he "had no idea where it came from." One of those, or the dirtiness of Leia and Han's cage, the expiring milk he left on the counter, or any of the very many things that he had done.
"What is it?" he called out nervously.
"Get in here right now." she said in a cool tone. Connor shivered, but obeyed.
As he reached the kitchen, she stared.
"You did this." she said.
"Maybe," he muttered in a barely audible tone. Without saying another word she walked over and threw her arms around him. Connor blinked, stunned. "Thank you so much." she said. It was at that moment he remembered that besides his many misdeeds, he had cleaned the kitchen and put out a vase a flowers on the table.
"You're welcome" he said. "C'mere."
He drew her close, kissing her on the forehead.
"I still haven't forgotten about the pizza box," she whispered. "I know," said Connor. She smiled and kissed him.
"Is this what it will be like when we are married?" she said.
"Yes. I will always perform extremely romantic gestures."
"I highly doubt that. I meant me having to clean up after you all the time," she said teasingly.
"Oi, it's harder to run the washer than it looks! I thought my socks would be just as clean if I ran them through the dishwasher."
"You are brilliant, did you know that?" she said sarcastically.
"Are you serious? You are just learning about these things and you're still better at them than me?"
Emily smiled. "Well, I certainly am more resourceful. Being trapped in the past helps that." "
"Please, don't mention the past. Please."
Emily sighed. "I'll teach you how to do it, o great warrior. Now help me get lunch ready."
Connor grinned "Alright, Em."
"Don't call me that! I've told you!"
He chuckled. "Alright. I'll help."
"Good. Now get to work. We only have one day off, and I have plans."
"Yes ma'am."
"That's the spirit," Emily said, walking towards the fridge with the light shining off her engagement ring.
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Hello everyone! As you may have noticed, this is my first story. I have a thing for pairings that haven't been written yet-and this is the first Connor/Emily story! I know this might not make sense now, but I will try to clear things up later on, like the mysterious Han and Leia. Thank you for reading, please review, subscribe and favorite!
