Well, since I ended RDG...why don't I bring back another beloved story? That way you all don't have to hate me too much...
Iggy: I doubt they hate you at all...
Me: -shrug- Just in case. Anyway, after re-working a few ideas and such, I've finally come up with a semi-plan for this. SO.
Iggy: You all just got lucky.
Me: Because it is now time for more
Ouija Board 3: Reborn
Ella sat with her back against the trunk of a rather large tree, her face screwed up in thought. I paced the ground in front of her, too anxious to just sit around.
"Why would someone be after the flock? It's been eleven years." I said, tossing the information around in my head. "Eleven silent years, and now all of a sudden we're on the 'Most Wanted' list again."
"It's been quiet the past couple days," Ella pointed out. "Maybe they got what they were after, maybe all they wanted was you out of the picture."
"They wouldn't have hurt Max or Fang," I started.
"If they were trying to protect you they would've gotten hurt, too." Ella stood up and walked to me, grabbing my hand. She put her hand on my back and turned me to face the flock's house. "We just have to keep an eye on them, make sure everyone stays safe..." I sighed and nodded, knowing she was right. Ella kissed my cheek gently. Even in death, the sensation that ran through my body when Ella touched me had not subsided. I turned to her, putting my arms around her, and we stood there, watching over the flock. Together.
Max still couldn't believe what had happened. It had been almost a month, but she still refused to accept the fact that Iggy was gone. She stayed in her room for most of the time, coming out only for dinner and to use the bathroom. She didn't even go out to help them bury Iggy's body. Now she lay in bed, clutching a pillow to her chest and staring at the wall, as she had been doing everyday for the past month.
Someone knocked lightly on her door, opening it and entering without waiting for a reply. Max didn't take notice. Her visitor lay down behind her on the bed, putting his arm around and pulling her towards him. Max didn't react. She didn't hear him as he whispered comforting words into her ear, or as he begged her to come out. Finally, he said something that did catch her attention.
"This isn't healthy for the baby, Max."
Max turned her head to look at her husband, his dark eyes boring holes into her. She had almost forgotten the fact she was pregnant, she had been blocking the world out for so long. But sure enough, she had a slight baby bump protruding under her purple t-shirt. She let her hand fall to her stomach, rubbing it absentmindedly as she listend to Fang talk.
"I'm taking you to the doctor later, just so you know. You've hardly been eating, and since you're eating for two now..." he sighed and sat up. "We're also going out to a movie with Nudge, Angel and Gasman, then dinner."
"I don't want to go..." Max murmured, laying back down with her pillow. Fang sighed again, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.
"I'm not giving you the choice." He said in a demanding voice. "You need to get out of the house, and I will drag you out of here kicking and screaming if I have to."
"But...Iggy..."
"Is gone. He's dead. He's been that way for a month, and it's not going to change." Fang said firmly. Max could feel tears forming in her eyes. Fang sat down beside her, putting a strong arm around her shoulders. "You have to accept that and move on, Max. There's nothing we can do to change that. All we can do is make sure it doesn't happen to one of the others, and you can't do that if you stay up here moping around in bed."
Max looked up at him sadly, a tear running down her cheek. Fang wiped it away quickly.
"Just look at the bright side," he started. "We still have Nudge, and Angel, and Gasman. Iggy's probably off with Ella in the afterlife, skipping around and having ghost babies." He moved his hand to her stomach, smiling and added, "And in a few months, we're going to have a baby..."
Fang stood up quickly, grabbing both of her hands and pulling her up along with him. "So, get off your lazy rump and let's go have fun." Max couldn't help but chuckle as Fang spun her in a circle before pulling her into his arms. He pressed his lips gently to her cheek and she smiled. "You might want to shower first though, your hair's a bit greasy and I can't honestly say you smell amazing." Max swatted his arm, still smiling.
"Fine, but Fang," she looked up at him curiously. "Can ghosts really have babies?"
Fang laughed. "I have no idea. Go get ready, I'll make breakfast." He planted a quick kiss on her lips before retreating downstairs to feed the flock, while Max busied herself with a shower.
"They've really grown..." Ella observed, watching the five flock members walk out of the house, laughing and smiling, and pile into a black SUV. I sat beside her, holding her hand.
"A lot happens in eleven years..." I murmured. I looked over at her, a sly smile on my face. "Sometimes I wonder how you would've looked, had you not died before hitting puberty."
"I'll have you know, puberty hit me hard before I died." She laughed. "But, over the eleven long years, I have learned a thing or two..." I cocked an eyebrow, turning towards her.
"Such as?"
"Well, you know what I said about how you return to the age you were happiest at and just...stay that way?" I nodded. "Not exactly true, I mean, obviously you do return to the age you were happiest, but you can...change...sort of..."
"What?" I looked at her, thoroughly confused.
"It's...It's hard to explain, just watch." She let go of my hand and stood up, moving a couple feet away from me and closing her eyes. Slowly, a light mist surrounded her and she began to... transform? I blinked, and next thing I knew a very mature looking Latino woman stood in front of me, beaming. She had familiar dark brown eyes and a smile that could cure cancer.
"Ella..." I pulled myself to my feet, walking towards her.
"This is what I look like at twenty five," she said slowly. "Had I lived to that age..."
A smile spread across my face as I reached for her hand. Though she was now eleven years older, I was still taller than her by a good inch or so.
"It's a shame that beauty never made it in the world..." I said. "But I suppose it's a good thing, just think of how many men would kill theirselves because they didn't stand a chance with you..."
Ella laughed, a light red staining her cheeks. It was a funny thing, seeing a ghost blush. I wouldn't have thought it to be possible, but over the last month I'd seen so much color in those cheeks, and so much life in her eyes, that if I didn't know any better, I'd swear she was still alive. I leaned down and kissed her, sparks shooting throughout my body.
"Does this make me a cougar?" She asked quietly. I chuckled.
"This makes you mine."
Iggy: Oh, look, a sappy ending.
Me: It's like my breakfast this morningy! Cheesy and eggy! :D
Fang: With ketchup? -stares at empty bottle of ketchup-
Iggy: What's with him and ketchup?
Me: I don't know, that's the second bottle he's had since he got here...
Iggy: Oh, great, Fang's gotten a new addiction. Worse than NyQuil or alcohol or ...what was his other addiction?
Me: I don't remember... But, as we restock Fang's ketchup obsession (and inform Saint that he has a serious problem) why don't you
R&R?