We Meet Again
An Enchanted fic by Gigi
Summary: Nancy is Queen of Andalasia now and happily married to Edward. But what happens when she visits New York and runs into Robert and Giselle
Chapter 10: Rush
A/N: So this story only has a few chapters left in it, I'm sorry to say. Don't worry, I intend on writing more Enchanted fics! But probably not a sequel. Then again, who knows? Thanks to all those that reviewed!
As Spitzer led the two to their seats, they were painfully aware that the seats were right next to Spitzer's chair at the head of the table.
Geez, that Ashley Dupre scandal must have made him desparate, Nancy thought.
Nancy and Robert sat in their chairs simultaneously--and almost passed out as a huge rush of pain flooded over them.
Nancy's eyes had dots floating across them as an intense headache slammed into her. It was like PMS on her worst day--only tenfold. She tried to see how Robert was holding up, He had his hands clenched in a white-knuckled grip on each other.
Scooting her chair as close to his as possible, Nancy grabbed his hand to stop the pain. It seemed to work a little bit. If it didn't make the pain go completely away, it at least dulled it.
"What was that?" Robert whispered frantically.
"I don--" Nancy cut off when a familiar wavy, red-head came into view. "What on earth is Beryl doing here?" Robert jerked around. By the looks of it, she had just stepped across the threshold.
"Do you think...?" he started. "No..."
He hadn't had to finish his sentence. Nancy understood exactly what he meant. Their sudden inability to separate at all without almost fainting was somehow linked to Beryl.
8D
"Edward, I don't think it's wise to leave them to themselves," Giselle suggested, breaking their embrace.
"Why not?"
"I have a feeling something--something big is going to happen tonight," she replied, unable to explain her strange sense of foreboding.
"I just want to dance with Nancy again..." Edward whispered wistfully. At seeing Giselle's confused expression, he clarified. "She loves to dance, but the last time she got to was at our wedding reception. We've both been swamped with documents and creeds and such since then."
After a few more seconds of staring at him as if he were some odd new toy she was trying to understand, Giselle shook her head. "So you agree with me? We should go to the dinner?"
"I don't necessarily think we should. It's improper to show up at an event uninvited," Edward said loftily. Giselle's face fell. "...But I suppose we could, if you really feel like you need to."
"Thank you," she offered, relieved.
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Nancy and Robert had to be almost on top of each other to keep the pain from taking over their bodies. At absolutely all times, more than one part of their bodies had to be touching. At the moment it was their legs that were entwined. It was almost indecent.
And to think, it had been wearing off!
It never dies, a voice whispered in both of their minds.
It has to, they both responded.
Robert couldn't help but notice Nancy's distress. She was trying to put up a good front for the others at the dinner, but she was tapping her fingers on the table. Her tell-tale sign. Her other hand was clutching her stomach. Was she feeling sick?
He leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"How? It's not like there's any place to go," she whispered back. She had a point. There was just the large ballroom.
Robert straightened and pronounced before the table, "Care to dance?"
Nancy could have slapped him. Seriously? she exclaimed in her head, glaring daggers at him. Like we don't have enough to worry about without trying to waltz? Unable to do anything but accept, she accepted his proffered hand and stood up gracefully.
As the started waltzing, Nancy looked up into Robert's face. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"You seem worried," he stated simply.
"Well, wouldn't you be worried if you had another person's voice inside your head, you're unable to spend time with your spouse, and you couldn't separate from your ex?" she replied and added worriedly under her breath, "What if this affects the baby?"
Robert almost dropped the steps to the dance. Instead he pulled Nancy closer, hissing in her ear, "You're pregnant?"
Nancy's eyes widened as she realized Robert had heard. Squeezing them shut again, she simply nodded.
"How long?"
"About a month."
"Does Edward know?"
Nancy's face whipped back to glare at him. "Of course he knows! Why wouldn't I tell him?"
"No reason I can think of," Robert said hurriedly. "I didn't mean anything by it. So is that what's worrying you?" She nodded. "You think all this will hurt your baby?"
Before she had a chance to respond, Nancy saw her husband and Giselle over Robert's shoulder, letting out an audible gasp.
"What is it?" Robert turned around to look at what made Nancy so shocked and was about to wave the two over when more pain washed over him. Nancy quickly gripped his arm to her chest to quell the fire in her brain, her eyes clenched shut and her breath labored.
Edward spotted the dancing couple as they entered, and almost crumpled when he saw Nancy clutch Robert's arm.
"Come, they're over there," Edward told Giselle, leading her to the two. As they approached, he noticed both Nancy and Robert were in pain and were clinging to each other almost as if the other was the antidote. "Nancy," he exclaimed, rushing to her side, "are you alright?"
Her eyes popped open at the sound of her husband's anxious voice. She turned her head to look in his worried eyes. Momentarily forgetting her pain, Nancy squealed and hugged her Eddy. Once she and Robert separated, she almost passed out in Edward's arms, but she tried her best to ignore it.
"Oh, Eddy...I...I'm--AHHH!" Nancy shrieked and was suddenly yanked from his grasp as she hurtled across the ballroom, hitting the wall and landing in a heap on the floor.
"Nancy!" Robert, Edward, and Giselle cried in unison, rushing over to her side. As Edward and Robert tended to the poor girl, Giselle looked around the ballroom to see what had pulled Nancy, but found nothing.
"What in the world happened?" she wondered aloud. Her eyes alighted on a curiously dressed redhead near the door, standing stock still as people hurried to see if Nancy was alright. "Robert?" she asked.
Robert stood up and looked at his girlfriend, suddenly very comforted by her presence. "What is it?"
"Who is that woman?" Robert followed Giselle's line of vision and saw the familiar redhead.
"Beryl," he said darkly. "She did this."
"Ah-ah-ah!" a familiar voice chimed...well, more like grated, as if speaking for the first time in months. A few people screamed at the suddenly resounding voice...that was coming from Beryl's mouth. "So close, but no cigar."
Without warning, Beryl leaped and landing right in front of Robert, smirking.
"What do you mean?" Edward was now on his feet, seething.
"What, you don't recognize your own mother?" the woman asked. "Why, I'm hurt, Edward."
At the word "mother," Edward's eyes widened. It couldn't be...Narissa? He whipped around as he heard a faint groan behind him. Nancy was coming around. "Darling, are you alright?"
Nancy's eyes flickered, struggling to open. Finally succeeding, she looked at Edward. "Wh...What happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened, you usurper," Beryl--that is to say Narissa--hissed. "It's quite simple, really. You took my crown, and for that you must pay."
It was the same voice that had been her head. With her husband's help, Nancy found her footing, coming dangerously close to collapsing. This time, however, the pain did not go away when Robert moved to support her.
Suddenly, Giselle's feet were swept out from under her. "What was that for?" she demanded, true anger showing for the first time on her face.
"You started it all!" Narissa declared. "If you hadn't fallen onto Edward all that time ago, none of this would have happened." Narissa suddenly became very calm. "Be happy I won't kill you like I am about to do to this wretch."
"What do you mean wretch?" Nancy hissed, regaining her strength enough to put a small bite into those words. Narissa only ignored Nancy for the moment and continued talking to Giselle.
"I won't kill you directly at least."
"What are you saying?" Giselle asked.
"I know you, Giselle. You care for everyone and wouldn't lift a finger against anybody."
"So?"
"Now you get to live with the fact that it was your fault that Edward's wife and unborn child were terminated."
Nancy gasped. Giselle couldn't say a word. Nancy was pregnant?
"You were listening to our conversation?" Nancy forced out through gritted teeth.
Edward felt a wave of guilt. He had completely forgotten his wife was with child. What kind of a father was he that he forgot he even had a baby?
Instead of responding to Nancy's accusation, Narissa rushed forward, morphing into her trademark dragon form, and snatched up Nancy.
Letting out an ear-splitting scream, Nancy tried fighting Narissa's strong grasp. She felt herself slip in and out of consciousness as her injuries from the initial attack coupled with the intense pain of being so far away from Robert.
"EDWARD!!" she shrieked as she was brought up right in front of one of the dragon's slitted pupils. Nancy cried out in pain when Narissa squeezed her middle, knowing fully well that she was suffocating the embryo.
The pain was finally too much for Nancy. Edward, Robert, and Giselle watched with horror as she finally collapsed, hanging from her midsection over Narissa's sizable hand.
"SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!!" Beryl screamed. Suddenly, the three did a double take. Beryl?! How was she on the ground with them when she was Narissa just a few minutes ago? "What are you staring at? That woman is in trouble! Help her!" She seemed to have no recollection of the earlier events of the day. In fact, she didn't recognize anyone at all. Not even her boss, who was currently being tossed up and down by the dragon.
They would have loved to save Nancy. The only question was how?
A/N: Okay, I'm evil, I know. Review and tell me just how much!