Fantasy Island

Two of a Kind

I do not own the copyrights to Fantasy Island; only to my OC's (Original Characters to those new to FF).

Tattoo Shows True Interest/Roark Informs Amy

Scene 7

The sun had risen early and Amy had stepped out onto the porch to watch the island as it seemed to come to life. Trees swayed, birds chirped and a few children ran down the dirt path past the bungalow she was sharing with Jenny. It was all she could do to keep a straight face when Tattoo came up the path carrying roses; Amy knew full well they weren't for her.

"Is Jenny awake?" Tattoo asked so politely it was comical, but Amy reigned in any urge to laugh and replied just as courteously her friend was not.

"However, if you wish, you're more than welcome to come sit on one of the chairs." Amy pointed to one of the empty chairs and only spoke again when Roark's assistant sat down. "Tatoo…" she spoke cautiously "…you do realize don't you that Jenny…well…" Not realizing Roark had told his assistant about Jenny, her friend was unsure how to break the news to the kind-hearted fellow.

"Has MD." Tattoo smiled wide. "I know, Roark told me."

"It doesn't bother you? I mean she will end up in a wheelchair and there is no cure." Amy slowly sat down half-thinking the man would run.

"I don't care about any of that." Tattoo tilted his head ever so slightly. " I just care about her and whatever time we get together." Amy would have given a response to Tattoo only the bungalow's door opened and Jenny stepped out.

"Do you mean that?" Jenny's hands rubbed her skirt as she bit her lip. "Amy's right; these…" She pointed to her legs, "…aren't going to support me much longer. And –eventually, I'll need help just getting out of bed." Tattoo stood up and handed her the roses and did not budge on what he'd said.

"In that case, let me put these in a vase and we can go get breakfast." Jenny's face shone brighter than it had in a long time. It was only when they were gone did Amy hear footsteps she now recognized.

"Tattoo is something else." Amy didn't even turn her head as Roark stepped around the corner of the bungalow.

"He is at that." Roark smiled and then his mouth went flat as he stepped up on the porch. "We need to talk."

"About what?" Amy instantly went on guard, but never even blinked an eye or twitched a muscle.

"Tyler." Roark sat down in the chair Tattoo had vacated.

"Tyler who?" Amy lifted an eyebrow.

Roark explained about the man being one of Wayne's minions. He also told her his body had been found floating in a nearby river. The island's magistrate kept a close eye on Amy as he gave her a description of the dead man.

"The one I thought to be an invited guest?" Both of Amy's eyebrows rapidly rose in shock.

"Yes." Roark's eyes showed doubt of what Amy had told him before.

" First, I wasn't lying before so get that look out of your eyes." Amy pointed a finger at him. "Second, I don't kill people unless they are trying to deliver death to my doorstep." She folded her arms. "Doesn't take a genius to figure out Wayne is behind that one. "

"Why didn't he recognize you?" Roark did his own share of demanding. "If he was one of Wayne's men, why not try to attack you?"

"For someone who is supposed to be on top of things; you sure are being an air-head. Since I've never changed my looks it can only be for one reason." Amy stood up. "If you can't figure out that one; I'm not telling you." She tossed her head and said she was going to go find Tattoo and Jenny. "Follow, or stay behind, I could care less at the moment." Roark followed instantly knowing Tyler could not have worked for Wayne during the period Amy had been on the island where Wayne had gone to right after being refused a fantasy. The magistrate felt foolish for having felt the need to ask such a question.