Title: When Shepard Meets Shepard
Author: Eli
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, but I'll take credit for it.
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The black limo parked in front of the weaponry shop. Doors opened, and out came a tall man with white blond hair. Following was a small boy dressed entirely in black. The boy kept his head down as he followed the man into the store. "Mr. Irons, good day to you." "As to you, Roger. Where is this meeting to take place?" "In the back. The other should arrive shortly." Irons turned to the boy. "Stay here and don't get into trouble, young Nottingham." The boy nodded his head. "Yes, sir." The men then went to the back, leaving him alone in the front.
He was standing in the corner of the room, legs spread and hands behind his back. He looked up to view his surroundings. The walls and shelves displayed various weapons, including: swords, sais, daggers, kamas, and other objects like such. The front door opened and his head immediately went down, but not before getting a glance of who had entered: A tall, dark haired man who was in his thirties and a little girl about six or seven, basically around his age. "Dad, where are we? When can we go home?" "Soon, baby, soon. The man looked up from his daughter. "Roger, you here?" "In the back." The man knelt so that he was at her level. "I have some business to take care of. Please just stay here and don't touch anything." The girl nodded. "Yes, Dad." "Good girl." He then got up and joined the others in the back.
The girl looked around her and spotted the boy. "Hi." She called out. He answered without lifting his head. "Hello." She slowly started to walk toward him. "Are you sad?" He shook his head. "I am not sad. Why do you think I am sad?" "Because your heads down. Like you're crying." She was now right in front of him. She was an inch or two shorter than he was, so all she had to do to see his face was to look up. His honey brown eyes met her emerald green ones. "I am not crying." He replied. "I know." She said as she took a step back. She held her hand out to him. "I'm Sara. What's your name?" He finally looked up. "My name is Ian. Nice to meet you." He picked her hand up and gave it a kiss, trying to imitate what he had seen his father do. Sara quickly snapped her hand back and giggled. "Why did you do that?" Ian shrugged. "I don't know. I've seen my father do that before." "Is he the one my Dad has business with?" "I guess." Ian noticed an odd necklace around her neck. "What is that?" "A necklace I made in school today. I'm in first grade. What grade are you in?" "I am not in any grade." Sara tilted her head to the side. "How come?" "I don't go to school." "Then where do you go to play with your friends?" He looked back down. "I don't have any friends." "Oh." Sara also put her head down. "I don't have any friends either." Ian looked up. "You don't? How come?" "Because the other kids think I'm a freak." "Why?" "I don't know." She sounded like she might start to cry. Ian put his hand under her chin and lifted her head back up. "I don't think you are a freak." Her green eyes had welled up, but there were no tears. "You don't?" He shook his head. "No, I don't." She smiled at him, and that made him smile too. "Do you want to be my friend, Ian?" Her voice was full of hope. "Yes, I do. And you can be my friend." She nodded her head in agreement. "Okay." Both children were very pleased. Suddenly, Ian had a look of worry on his face. "How will we see each other again after this?" Sara became worried too. "I don't know.Oh! Wait!" Her face instantly brightened. "I can give you my phone number and we can arrange to meet someplace." His face also brightened. "Yes, we can do that. Do you have a pen?" "Yeah, it's in my pocket.somewhere." Her hand reached deep into her jean pocket and eventually pulled out a blue pen. "Here it is. Wait, I don't have anything to write on. Do you?" "I am not sure." He checked all his pockets." Here." He handed her a folded piece of paper. "What's on here?" "Look and see." Sara opened the paper to find a drawing of a black dragon. "This is beautiful." "Thank you." She wrote her phone number down in the corner, so that it wouldn't ruin the picture. "Here. You can call me when you get home." He nodded his head as he folded the paper up and put it back into his pocket. "That drawing was really good. How did you learn to do that?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Practice, I guess." "Could you draw me a picture like that?" "Yes, I could. I will draw you one at my house and give it to you next time we meet. Is that okay?" She nodded her head yes. "That would be nice." Suddenly, they both heard yelling and footsteps from the back. Sara quickly went back to her original spot and Ian returned to his normal pose. "I don't want anything to do with it, Irons!" "So be it then." The men had re-entered and Sara's dad took her by the hand and dragged her out. Ian glanced at her before she left and mouthed the words "Good-bye, Sara." She mimicked and mouthed "Good-bye, Ian," right back to him and then she was gone. Ian re-bowed his head. Soon, he too, had left and gone home.
Ian sneaked from his room to the kitchen about three hours later. He checked to make sure no one was around. Clear. He picked up the phone and dialed her number. She answered the phone. "Hello?" "Sara?" "Ian." She sounded sad. "What is wrong?" "My Dad said I'm not allowed to talk to you." "Why?!" "Because he said that you're as bad as your father." "But I am not! I am not like him!" "That's what I told him, but he didn't believe me. He said that as long as I am under his roof, I can't talk to you. What are we gonna do?" "I don't think there is anything we can do." "Oh no!" Both he and Sara were in tears. "Here is what we will do." "What!?!" "We will wait till we are adults, and then we can be friends." "Till we are adults?! But that is so long!" "It is all we can do." "How will we know where each other are?" "I promise that as soon as I can, I will find you. No matter where you are on this earth, I will find you. That is a promise, okay?" "Okay." She replied grimly. "I have to go now." "Me too. Good-bye Sara. Don't forget." "I won't. Good-bye Ian," and with that, both lines went dead.
-25 years later-
"Magnificent, isn't it?" The man in black said. "I'm sorry, sir. This is police business and you should leave the building." His face had seemed familiar. She turned back around to get a better look, but he was gone. "Do I know him?" She thought to herself as she continued her previous engagement.
-Later that day-
"Man! Could this day just end already?!" Sara slammed the door to her loft. She walked into her living room collapsed onto the couch. She then realized something was in her pocket. It was a folded piece of paper. She opened it to find a picture of a black dragon. "What is this?" She said out loud. It had a message on the bottom:
TO SARA,
A PROMISE IS A PROMISE.
A FRIEND
The End
Author: Eli
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, but I'll take credit for it.
Feedback: To your hearts content
The black limo parked in front of the weaponry shop. Doors opened, and out came a tall man with white blond hair. Following was a small boy dressed entirely in black. The boy kept his head down as he followed the man into the store. "Mr. Irons, good day to you." "As to you, Roger. Where is this meeting to take place?" "In the back. The other should arrive shortly." Irons turned to the boy. "Stay here and don't get into trouble, young Nottingham." The boy nodded his head. "Yes, sir." The men then went to the back, leaving him alone in the front.
He was standing in the corner of the room, legs spread and hands behind his back. He looked up to view his surroundings. The walls and shelves displayed various weapons, including: swords, sais, daggers, kamas, and other objects like such. The front door opened and his head immediately went down, but not before getting a glance of who had entered: A tall, dark haired man who was in his thirties and a little girl about six or seven, basically around his age. "Dad, where are we? When can we go home?" "Soon, baby, soon. The man looked up from his daughter. "Roger, you here?" "In the back." The man knelt so that he was at her level. "I have some business to take care of. Please just stay here and don't touch anything." The girl nodded. "Yes, Dad." "Good girl." He then got up and joined the others in the back.
The girl looked around her and spotted the boy. "Hi." She called out. He answered without lifting his head. "Hello." She slowly started to walk toward him. "Are you sad?" He shook his head. "I am not sad. Why do you think I am sad?" "Because your heads down. Like you're crying." She was now right in front of him. She was an inch or two shorter than he was, so all she had to do to see his face was to look up. His honey brown eyes met her emerald green ones. "I am not crying." He replied. "I know." She said as she took a step back. She held her hand out to him. "I'm Sara. What's your name?" He finally looked up. "My name is Ian. Nice to meet you." He picked her hand up and gave it a kiss, trying to imitate what he had seen his father do. Sara quickly snapped her hand back and giggled. "Why did you do that?" Ian shrugged. "I don't know. I've seen my father do that before." "Is he the one my Dad has business with?" "I guess." Ian noticed an odd necklace around her neck. "What is that?" "A necklace I made in school today. I'm in first grade. What grade are you in?" "I am not in any grade." Sara tilted her head to the side. "How come?" "I don't go to school." "Then where do you go to play with your friends?" He looked back down. "I don't have any friends." "Oh." Sara also put her head down. "I don't have any friends either." Ian looked up. "You don't? How come?" "Because the other kids think I'm a freak." "Why?" "I don't know." She sounded like she might start to cry. Ian put his hand under her chin and lifted her head back up. "I don't think you are a freak." Her green eyes had welled up, but there were no tears. "You don't?" He shook his head. "No, I don't." She smiled at him, and that made him smile too. "Do you want to be my friend, Ian?" Her voice was full of hope. "Yes, I do. And you can be my friend." She nodded her head in agreement. "Okay." Both children were very pleased. Suddenly, Ian had a look of worry on his face. "How will we see each other again after this?" Sara became worried too. "I don't know.Oh! Wait!" Her face instantly brightened. "I can give you my phone number and we can arrange to meet someplace." His face also brightened. "Yes, we can do that. Do you have a pen?" "Yeah, it's in my pocket.somewhere." Her hand reached deep into her jean pocket and eventually pulled out a blue pen. "Here it is. Wait, I don't have anything to write on. Do you?" "I am not sure." He checked all his pockets." Here." He handed her a folded piece of paper. "What's on here?" "Look and see." Sara opened the paper to find a drawing of a black dragon. "This is beautiful." "Thank you." She wrote her phone number down in the corner, so that it wouldn't ruin the picture. "Here. You can call me when you get home." He nodded his head as he folded the paper up and put it back into his pocket. "That drawing was really good. How did you learn to do that?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Practice, I guess." "Could you draw me a picture like that?" "Yes, I could. I will draw you one at my house and give it to you next time we meet. Is that okay?" She nodded her head yes. "That would be nice." Suddenly, they both heard yelling and footsteps from the back. Sara quickly went back to her original spot and Ian returned to his normal pose. "I don't want anything to do with it, Irons!" "So be it then." The men had re-entered and Sara's dad took her by the hand and dragged her out. Ian glanced at her before she left and mouthed the words "Good-bye, Sara." She mimicked and mouthed "Good-bye, Ian," right back to him and then she was gone. Ian re-bowed his head. Soon, he too, had left and gone home.
Ian sneaked from his room to the kitchen about three hours later. He checked to make sure no one was around. Clear. He picked up the phone and dialed her number. She answered the phone. "Hello?" "Sara?" "Ian." She sounded sad. "What is wrong?" "My Dad said I'm not allowed to talk to you." "Why?!" "Because he said that you're as bad as your father." "But I am not! I am not like him!" "That's what I told him, but he didn't believe me. He said that as long as I am under his roof, I can't talk to you. What are we gonna do?" "I don't think there is anything we can do." "Oh no!" Both he and Sara were in tears. "Here is what we will do." "What!?!" "We will wait till we are adults, and then we can be friends." "Till we are adults?! But that is so long!" "It is all we can do." "How will we know where each other are?" "I promise that as soon as I can, I will find you. No matter where you are on this earth, I will find you. That is a promise, okay?" "Okay." She replied grimly. "I have to go now." "Me too. Good-bye Sara. Don't forget." "I won't. Good-bye Ian," and with that, both lines went dead.
-25 years later-
"Magnificent, isn't it?" The man in black said. "I'm sorry, sir. This is police business and you should leave the building." His face had seemed familiar. She turned back around to get a better look, but he was gone. "Do I know him?" She thought to herself as she continued her previous engagement.
-Later that day-
"Man! Could this day just end already?!" Sara slammed the door to her loft. She walked into her living room collapsed onto the couch. She then realized something was in her pocket. It was a folded piece of paper. She opened it to find a picture of a black dragon. "What is this?" She said out loud. It had a message on the bottom:
TO SARA,
A PROMISE IS A PROMISE.
A FRIEND
The End