Back to the Glen
Fantasy Island Fan Fiction
I do not own the copyrights to Fantasy Island
Note: Since Fantasy Island lends itself was a crossover type of show , and since there is no category for Fantasy Island and Monarch of the Glen I am posting this under Fantasy Island. Please, do not take offense.
Ch.2
The sun rose up earlier than Janet would have liked, but as for me? I was already up and dressed. My dark blue dress pants matched the jacket and, if anyone had griped over the simple white blouse, I'd have thought they'd lost it. I was just finishing up my hair when my friend came groggily out of her room.
"Mornings should be shot." She grumbled and narrowed her eyes when I had the 'audacity' to suggest the trip be made by one person; me. "I'm getting dressed; I'm getting dressed." Somehow the lady managed to be presentable when Mr. Roark knocked on our door.
The Roark I was used to being around was calm, collected and always held an air of mystery around him. That is not what I was seeing now. No, the man who stood before my eyes was nervous, fidgety and once again asking us if we weren't sure we'd prefer to stay on the island. It seemed, considering his state of mind and appearance, totally reasonable to demand reasons for making such a request.
"There are things that…happened…events occurred with your brother's fantasy which I have no explanation for. Communications were iffy and unreliable. I found out after he'd left there would be a few rules one needed to follow which other fantasies did not have and make no sense even to me. I did manage to get him the rules, but I fear it was too late." That alone made me raise an eyebrow, I mean, this is the man that is supposed to have all the answers; right? Nothing is supposed to faze him and here he stood saying there were things he had no answers for?
"Rules that didn't fit other fantasies….like what?" I lean against the porch's post and with one hand on the object and the other on my hip.
"Like neither one of you are to speak, or acknowledge, anyone unless spoken to." I can't help it, I roll my eyes. My cousin continues on. "You also must not raise your voice above a whisper after eight p.m." Honest? He's got to be kidding me. I think my whole face is rolling at this point for all signs of him being nervous leave and he turns into the Roark everyone knows. "I'm very serious." The man straightens himself and his jacket. "I can give no reasons for the rules in regards to traveling to that particular glen, but I do know they exist and must be followed."
"Okay, I can follow those rules." Janet's easy compliance shocks me as I am sure the gal would argue against having to tone things as early as eight p.m. "Oh, come on Lizzie; it's just for a week."
"Look, I may not be some night-hawk who loves to stay out until two or three in the morning, but you're expecting me to shut down before eleven? And I'm not supposed to talk to anyone unless spoken to? What am I….some sort of slave?"
"If it helps any, most people who I have sent there say the town's empty." I do not fail to notice he uses the word most and question him about the ones who claim otherwise. "They say it's like watching a silent movie without any captions." Janet says, maybe, we should just stay on the island upon hearing those words. Me? Okay, sure, I think this man's gone and lost it worse than I ever have and. Staying on this island, let alone making the trip, would have been chucked out the window except for one main reason. I have decided no matter what I will find out what happened to my brother.
"You can stay if you want, Janet. If needs be. I'll pay for the trip." I look straight at Mr. Roark. "That trip to Glenbogle is not being cancelled." Janet decides it is her duty to go with me, in spite of letting out an 'Oh, brother.'
"In that case, we have a flight for you to catch." Mr. Roark takes us to a helicopter pad saying it will be easier for the pilot to land and take off when necessary. "You have the number to call if you need me before the end of the week."
"Sure do." Janet pats her purse and climbs aboard.
"Please, Lizzy" Roak says as, for the last time, he does his best to make sure I understand how serious are," I may not be able to give you any good reasons for those rules to exist, but they do. Please, follow them." I can only promise to do my best behavior; my feet then follow my friend's footsteps.