Here's another chapter for you guys. This one is going to get a little bit more into all the wonky stuff that is going on with Amy.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT or any of its characters. Chris Nova belongs to Solaris Prime. Amy and Gage are mine.
"Amy… I'm sorry."
Amelia's eyes snapped open and she was met by the darkness of her room. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was two in the morning. Silently, she shifted the comforter off her body and slipped out of the bedroom without Gage stirring. She figured he'd be awake by the time she returned, but that was nothing new. Instead of walking to the kitchen for a glass of water, like she normally would have done, Amy was compelled to the window in the living room that led out to the fire escape. She rationalized it by saying the fresh air would do her some good.
She opened the window and stepped out into the chilly night air, the metal grating of the fire escape digging into the soles of her feet. Amy could hear the sounds of the city, even at this late hour. New York was the city that never slept, after all. With nothing to ward off the breeze but a thin night gown—something she'd never thought she'd wear after the age of ten—Amy began climbing up the fire escape to the roof of her apartment building. As she stood atop the building, she stared out at the horizon and admired the light glow of the city. It was comforting to her.
"Ame," an all-too-familiar voice whispered from behind her.
Amelia whirled around to see Christopher Nova standing only a few feet away, looking just like he always had; he was just older now. Amy shook her head slowly as she took a step back, her eyes wide. This couldn't be happening, she told herself. Chris was dead, and that was it. It had taken three months of visits with Dr. Fogg, but she'd finally come to the realization that Chris simply couldn't have survived that battle with the Shredder. And yet, here he was again, standing right in front of her. Whenever he appeared, it wasn't clear if he was a simple spirit or flesh and blood.
"No… this isn't happening," Amy murmured, pressing a hand to her forehead. "It's just my mind playing tricks on me again."
"No, it's not. I'm more than a memory. Come closer, Ame."
"Y-you stay away from me. Who the hell are you?"
"You know me. Amy, I'm so sorry for staying away for so long, but… I'm alive. I never died."
"Shut up! You're lying! Chris died in that fight with the Shredder! He's been dead two years. Now who the hell are you?"
"I'll tell you the truth if you'll let me."
"No! I… I don't want to hear another word out of you. Stay the hell away from me! Go away!" Amy cried, running for the fire escape. The metal grating dug into her feet, but she didn't care as she bounded down the steps to her apartment window. Once inside the living room, she slammed the window closed, her breath coming out in heaving sobs.
"Amy? What's the matter? What happened?" Gage asked as he ran into the room. He knelt beside his fiancée, taking her into his arms as she sobbed.
"I've lost my mind. I really have lost my mind."
Christopher Nova stared after Amelia as she ran down the fire escape, disappearing behind the ledge of the building. He didn't follow after her. He'd heard her loud and clear. She was angry at him. She'd always gone into a bit of denial when she was angry. Her natural reaction when she was told something she didn't want to hear was to vocally deny it. Of course, she'd realize it was the truth, but that didn't mean she would like it.
And then there was the matter of her telling him to go away. Chris figured he should have expected it, really. She was angry at him for disappearing for two years, not that he could blame her. He'd be pretty mad at himself too. But it's not like he could have gone back and everything would be normal again. By the time he got back to New York, it had been nearly a year and they had likely moved on. Besides, Amy was getting married now. He couldn't just waltz back into her life and expect things to be like they were. That was why he'd stayed away. But with the struggles Amy was having, he couldn't just let her suffer. That was why he'd shown himself tonight.
"I really messed up this time," Chris muttered as he heard the window slam below. "Well, she doesn't want me around, I can respect that. It's the least I do for her now." With one final glance over his shoulder, Chris leapt off the roof of Amy's apartment building and onto the next one over. Time to head home, he figured, if he could really call it that.
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