Hey here I am again :waves hand over head: well nothing to say really. I am not the biggest fan for the pairing but I just wanted to give it a shot and see how it turned out in the end. I've been dying to write a HR fic. Though I hope it's not all that bad; I got the plot idea from watching fifteen minutes of a movie called Groundhog Day three years ago. So yeah, there it is. I really don't know if I should go on with it, oh! I know you should review and tell me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, does that make you happy:runs off screen:
Prologue

A Day Away

Commander Root held a picture of an elf over the paper shredder in his bedroom. You can do this, it won't hurt you. He thought to himself, the picture wobbled in his hand. He still didn't want to let go, he hadn't for almost a year. You are the commander, you have faced impossible missions, grow up! He scolded himself, after three moments he finally let go. The paper strips landed on the floor in a small pile. But Root was not happy with himself; sure it was the first step he had taken to rid his apartment of his ex-wife. And that was good and all, if it wasn't for the fact that she had divorced him ten months ago.

Root grabbed his coat, for some reason it had been raining in the haven for the past few days. But unbeknownst to him the truth was that water molecules had been condensing on the far rooftops overlooking the overstuffed city. Small pieces left of the natural cavern where shedding droplets; A natural reaction that occurred once every fifty years in the city. But he didn't care about that, all he needed to do was go to work, yell, come back and sleep. That was all he had been doing for the past few months, soon it had made a cycle. And he didn't even notice that he was becoming more flat, as if his soul had dried and left a puddle.

Root wrenched open the door, stomping down the entrance steps to his apartment building. Everything around him was drenched in a coat of water, small kids played in the streets ignoring the cries of their mothers to stay inside. The city seemed to be lighthearted and cheery; it was the day that fairies would be as close to the surface without taking a shuttle or an illegal jaunt above ground. Root seemed to miss the happiness, the rain pelted against his back making his shoulders sag with the new weight they had to carry. Although he would never admit it he was still heartbroken over his divorce.

"Commander...Commander!" Root turned to face his niece, Rose. He grunted a 'hello' and continued his walk to work. He hadn't even noticed the heavy book the small girl was holding in her arms. Or that his family was calling him by his authority from work. The girl was not so dismayed though. She ran up to him continually trotting to keep up with his long paces. She reached thesmall height of 2'5 that was short even for a fairy, although she was only thirty, no one thought that she was going to get any bigger, she was just helpless to the world. But whoever thought that was wrong. This little elf could pack a punch, as the Commander learned later.

"Go away Rose, I'm not in the mood. And you don't want to get me mad." He growled Root could feel his face redden with anger already. Rose ignored the threat, instead opening her old book.

"I finally got a hang of my mother's magic. I can make things warp, and I even cursed my brother," Root cast her a sharp look, "It'll wear off in a week don't worry. And-"Root cut her off he really didn't feel like talking, to anybody.

"Look Rose, I really don't want to talk! And I hate to break it to you, but that kind of magic doesn't exist for elves? It was lost over a thousand years ago, stop following you nonexistent dreams and face reality!" He barked and walked away from her. Rose was left close to tears in the middle of the multicultural streets of the Haven. Her mother had warned her over her brother's temper and she had been patient with it, but Rose didn't like it when people insulted her dreams. The small elf wiped a fugitive tear from her cheek. She was mad now.

She held out her hand in Root's direction closed her eyes and concentrated. Reciting the spell under her breath by memory, green sparks swirled around her fingers. Fairies passing by her veered off in other directions, they knew a strong spell when they saw it and they wanted no part in it. A small green ball circled above her palm, the outer exterior hardened until it was as clear as glass and as hard as granite. Green liquid swirled underneath the protective covering. Allowing herself a smile of accomplishment, she hurled the sphere towards her uncle.

It was a perfect hit, right in between the shoulder blades, there was a loud crack and the sphere dissolved its covering Root with the potion. The magical liquid soaked into his skin. Root felt the consciousness slip away from his body and immediately cursed every foul word he knew silently. He fell to the saturated floor sluggishly. Raindrops pelting his limp body like tiny missiles.

"Sorry uncle, it was for your own good" Rose said over his body, she snapped her fingers in front of his face. All around her people froze in their spots, raindrops stopped in midair, manga cars abruptly halted in their spots on the strip. Fairies froze almost comically posing in their paces. Rose stood looking around herself, when she was younger she would stop time all over the Haven just to mess with people. It still looked fun, but she suppressed herself.

She clapped twice and instantly the world around her began to rewind itself, fairies scurried back to their houses; cars on the strips reversed their travels. But she stayed in limbo that was what Rose loved so much about witchery, stuck in between the allure of ultimate power, and the humble life. She levitated Root's body to her height, pointing towards his house, he began to rewind with the whole Haven.

Rose didn't feel a twinge of guilt for her uncle as she ordered him off. Snapping her fingers at the exact time of six o' clock. She sat down on a nearby bench pulled out her headphones and began to listen to music, as the entire city returned to its normal pace in time. The streets where more quiet and she could smell the rank in the air swelled by the previous night's rain before the purifiers where turned on. Everyone knew that the average day in the Haven started at six o' clock. And in forty-five minutes, Root would be walking past her in a raincoat and a bad mood.

Short I know, but it is a prologue remember that people...remember! So the next chapter is going to be longer, and better. I promise! That is if I should continue though, so review. XD

-crystalocean-