Author's Note: Companion/Side story to 'Worlds Collide' this time with Captain James Nicholls.
Once again, will be from past to the future piece, just like with 'Worlds Collide.' The connecting factor will be the doctor (George McGregor) from 'Worlds.'
Jamie and James might meet perhaps, later. But for now, their stories will unfold in separate parts of the village and at separate times.
Will also include a bit of time bending/manipulation to keep Nicholls alive – I think I could give Doctor Who a run for his money ;p (joking of course).
Hope no one is OOC. If anything is amiss, please feel free to let me know.
Complete Summary:
All over the village, strange things seem to be happening…
Eighteen-year-old Ivy Jones knows that the New Year brought strange changes to her village, including that odd man hanging around the Callahan property that has the village talking. She just wishes change included leaving her run-down farm and multiple siblings. Ivy dreams of adventure, particularly in the form of artistic endeavors. She sees an opportunity land (literally) in her abandoned pasture.
Falling head over heels from one world to another…
The last thing Captain James Nicholls remembers is falling from Joey's back after the Germans began firing. He can't begin to explain why he's in the future, in the middle of a pasture no less, and still alive. James receives some comfort when Joey appears a short time later, as the future is a completely different place.
Opposites attract…
In Ivy, James finds a similar artistic soul as Ivy finds her everyday adventure. James needs a lesson in the finer points of the future and Ivy appoints herself as his professor. Soft-spoken James finds himself falling in love with Ivy's vibrancy, as Ivy finds balance in James' calm nature.
Change isn't always easy…
When an opportunity to return to his time arises, James struggles with returning to an uncertain past or staying with a strange but charming future.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of War Horse. I do own the characters of my creation. No money is made from this. Title belongs to Florence + The Machine.
Strangeness and Charm
Introduction
Ivy's Sketchbook Musings – 3 June 2000 (Saturday)
I can't believe that I am being forced to watch the 'brood' again. Honestly, my parents had all these children after me. They knew what they were taking on.
From the one raggedy tree in on our property, I'm trying to sketch the abandoned pasture next to the house while also watching to be sure that Sophia, and Grace do not manage to murder Oli with a simple game of cops and robbers.
It's difficult being child number two in a family of ten. Harper is first (19). I'm second (18). Then the twins, Benjamin and Gavin (who I'm still to this day not sure who is who – 15). Emma (14). Isabella (12). Landon (11). Oliver (6). And yet another set of twins, Sophia and Grace (5) who are easier to distinguish now, because Sophia still has curly hair and Grace cut hers herself the other night (with minor success.)
Harper, older than me by one year, should have left for Uni by now, but hasn't. He's courting a girl on a nearby farm and learning the trade from father. Since he is still home, I think that he should have to share in the babysitting duties. I've had them for years now.
But no.
And father will not let me leave for Uni, with all of my mates.
Ben and Gav could at least share my duties. Or Emma even. Emma takes right after our mother. Passive to the day she dies.
Sometimes I believe that I am adopted. Harper just tells me that the rest of the family lacks ambition and adventure, so I inherited it-stockpiled.
It's bloody hot in this tree and my sketchbook is now turning into a journal. I should climb down.
The pasture is not going anywhere. It's not the biggest pasture, too full of stones and other problems for father to consider planting with it.
We used to have an old pony that tottered around in it, when I was a child. After the pony died, father didn't replace him. I always hope father will change his mind and get a few animals again. Mother asks every year about cows, for milk.
Perhaps she can finally persuade him.
It might just be my imagination, or perhaps the severity of the heat, but I could have sworn I something shimmering inside the fence, for just a second.
Oh dear, Sophia and Grace have Oli by his arms. Best go and rescue the poor thing, as I would hate to have to sketch him dismembered…
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Author's Note: Don't worry, James will be appearing soon, as in the first actual chapter : )