"Orphans Beloved: "Some Enchanted Afternoon…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: No copy write infringement intended…
The ranch of the fringe extremists of the extremist Proleithian sect…
"Hey!" Art Bell, armed solely with camera, eyes…
Sarah? In blonde wig and white bridal dress…Racing by him, pausing to stare wildly.
"Some enchanted afternoon…" music playing…
SeestraBeth's partner? Here?
To save…Me?
"You may see a stranger…"
She peered to see franticfanatics pouring out of the main barn and farmhouse…Must be going…
"…You may see a stranger…Across a crowded room…"
He is still trying to help Beth? And seestras…? Oh…She raced along, glancing back as he stared after her…
Racing behind a building, peering out as the Proleithians advanced on Art…He pulling badge…
She felt the spike in her hand…
"Then fly to his side, never to roam…"
No…She gasped as the loutish Mark confronted Bell…Finally ordering his comrades to hand their guns to one of the group…
Oh, he is so brave…Oh, seestras Beth, Sarah, how could you have chosen stupid Paul over him?
"You'll know in your heart that at last you've found…Home…"
Oh, help him, Holy Mother…I ask no mercy for myself…Excepting chance to gut and flay violator of my person, Dr. Johannsen, naturally. Woman-to-woman, you must agree…He's got to die. But spare brave, brave Arthur…Here to help us…
Well, he must have thought me Sarah…But still…
And thanks to stupid Paul…He's available. Beth's computer said he was divorced.
Oh, they are not hurting him…Thank you, Holy Mother, sweet Jesus…
Hmmn…They are still coming, though minus guns now…
Well…She eyed Art who frowned after the Proleithians still heading on…
No need to soil new relationship with bloody massacre. And I promised Mama I would tread path of redemption, help me seestras.
Of course when he learns I am crazy Helena…But what's in a name? That which is rose would still smell sweet… Especially when I could take name of any of unknown clones… "Hi…Dudes, I am Erika, Dutch, was in hiding after seestra…Sister…Beth warned me about crazies killing us." Yeah… I was good as Beth, no?
Ooops…She eyed the Proleithians moving her way…
Sorry to fall madly in love and run, sweet Arthur…I will be seein'…
Hmmn…Of course if I could put seestra Sarah in debt…Attempted killing slightly balancing my killing poor Mama…I said slightly, Mama…That would help lots. She could cover…
And need to go home, in sense, and see family…Must find way to stop crazies from doing what I think they are doing. Seestras will help. Family is family, no? And no seestra will want to hear crazies making new clone seestras to torment.
And…She eyed Art now watching the Proleithians carefully while slowly returning to his car…
Home is where the Art is…Grin.
I make pun, sue…
She blew a kiss and raced off into the woods.
"Once you have found him…Never let him go…Once you have found him…Never…Let…Him…Go…"