Christmas Carol Fan Fiction
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Two Worlds Collide
Ch. 10
"What's going on?" Janet asked her husband in bewilderment as Fred's uncle had left with only a barely audible good-bye. "Janie's gone straight u stairs with tear stained cheeks. I can't get her to come out of her room."
"I don't know." Fred was just as bewildered and would have gone to talk to Janie only a knock came on the door. Scrooge's nephew hurried to the door. "Hello, you must be Randall." He spoke to one very surprised rough- looking cowboy fellow. "Janie gave us a very accurate description and told us all about you." That did not surprise Janie's uncle one bit and he took off his hat.
"Is she here?" Randall quickly got over the surprise and inquired about his niece. Fred showed his visitor indoors answering his question as he did so.
"She's upstairs, but…" Fred scratched the side of his neck and told the fellow of the strange behavior of his uncle and Janie. "They seemed so happy; I can't imagine what would have happened to change that."
"May I see her?" Randall's question was easily complied with, and Fred pointed him towards the stairs.
The guests all chattered about the unexpected visitor as his boots sounded throughout the house. 'Skin looks like leather' one lady said. "Needs to shave that full beard' was another. Nonetheless, none of it reached Randall's ears and he was soon knocking on his niece's door asking to be let in.
"Didn't expect to see you here," I managed to give him a hug, but then promptly went and curled myself onto a chair next to the window. "Did you see Ebenezer on your way here?"
"If you're talking about the fellow walking away from this place just as I came up the street, than yes I did." Randall got straight to the point of the matter and insisted on being told everything. Somehow, he wasn't surprised at what he heard. "So, you told him everything?"
"Yes, I keep thinking someone will surely come to lock me up." Tears began yet again falling down my face. "Heaven help me, Uncle Randall, I love that man."
"You don't have to convince me of that." Randall gently pointed out that was obvious and, when asked how, pointed out the fact I hadn't even asked how he'd tracked me down.
"Oh, guess that's something I should have asked." That cracks him up and his shoulders shake with full blown-laughter. "So, how did you get here?" I finally ask Alas, he refused to give me the 'how' details.
"Bet Karen's happy. Now she can come pester me here." A scowl darkens my face.
"Not unless the cops ignore the paperwork I gave them." His dancing eyes get me to demanding what he'd done. "Told them if I didn't show back up it was my way of saying bug off, gave them written orders to not search for me, and…" The man grinned sheepishly, "…you'll forgive me, but I mailed them a copy of one of your old notes just before I came here. It was the general type you used to write; with the date typed on using your old typewriter which will cease their efforts to search for you.
"And you did that why?" I knew the answer to that; nonetheless, I wanted to hear it straight from my uncle's mouth.
"Because my gut instincts told me you wouldn't want leave with me when I did track you down." He gave me a sympathetic sigh when he heard me say I might not have any choice. That, unless Ebenezer loved me enough to ignore where I came from; there was no place for me here.
My uncle said nothing for a bit, stood up and begged me to promise I'd go nowhere for twenty-four hours. "Why not?" Instantly I wondered what was up.
"I'm going to go have a chat with Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge." Uncle Randall answered.
"Why? So he can lock both of us up?" I couldn't help but speak sarcastically, unsuccessfully hiding my pain over the thought of not seeing Ebenezer Scrooge again. Uncle Randall just smiles and gets me to make the promise.