In answer to a review I got quite awhile ago here it is: I am not done breaking my toys so therefore I am not prepared to put them back together quite yet. Not that I will. Or won't. I love my silly sarcasm!
I own none of the characters. The idea for Enchanted is completely the work of Walt Disney studios not me.
Chapter 29:Wish
"Why?" Giselle asked simply. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. It was a windy night in New York, one that she would have liked to be able to enjoy. Her head rested on Robert's chest as she sat on his lap on a bench in Central Park.
"I can't answer that, Giselle," Robert said, his voice was so hopeless, "It's just one of those questions you can't answer. It doesn't have an answer. And it probably never will."
"I didn't even get to say good night," Giselle said just before her shoulders started shaking again with renewed tears. "I told her that I would come in and say good night. I promised. I-I …I promised," she cried into Robert's shirt.
"Shhh, it's not your fault. There was nothing you could do about it. There was nothing either of us could do," Robert tried to comfort her, stroking her hair. He should be on the ground crying, but he had to be strong for Giselle. The same way he had to be strong for Morgan when Giselle was in this place. Though he knew he cracked a few times in front of Morgan.
"We should have been there, Robert. We should have…been there for her. We shouldn't have gone and selfishly gotten those rings. I…I would give…anything to have her back," Giselle sobbed.
"I know, me too," Robert sighed.
"I just… wanted something good to come out of this. Nothing good has happened since I got here. It's like…like everywhere I go…something terrible follows. I d-don't understand. Why would anyone take such a small girl? That's ju-just sick," Giselle cried.
"Shhh, Giselle, there's nothing can do but wait," Robert said closing his eyes as a tear slid down his cheek and landed in Giselle's red hair.
"New York is so big," Giselle whispered biting her lip. "So big," she repeated even more quietly, and then in her smallest voice she said, "She could be anywhere."
Robert swallowed hard, resting his chin on Giselle's head. He shifted to the side and laid down on the bench with Giselle laying on him, her head still on his chest.
"I don't want to go back," Giselle whimpered.
"We have to go sometime, or else we won't know when they've got Morgan back," Robert said in a shaky voice.
Aaw"She shouldn't be gone," Giselle cried.
"I know," Robert said quietly, "But there's nothing we can do."
"I don't understand, I r-really don't," Giselle cried softly.
Robert sighed deeply again, he didn't understand either, but who could. He didn't understand how things got like this. Or how bad things have come from the best things in his life. Then he remembered his last case at the law firm before he quit. Phoebe Banks and Ethan Banks had been pulled back together simply by meeting Giselle. One time, they met her once. She brought them back together. And the one thing Phoebe said to him before they left happily was, "Everyone has problems. Everyone has bad times. Do we sacrifice all the good ones because of them?" "No."
Phoebe and Ethan were right. If bad things never happened we would never know which things were good. Robert couldn't help but think that the bad times that he and Giselle had to go through weren't worth the good times. He scolded himself mentally for even thinking that at all. He would give the world just to have them both safely at his side. But no matter what happened, one of them always seemed to be gone. Why couldn't he have both of the people he loved?
They just laid there on that bench like that for what seemed like forever. Watching the lights of airplanes soar through the sky, since there were no visible stars in NYC. Neither one of them could have fallen asleep even if they had wanted to. The whole time sirens were haunting them.
Then suddenly Robert spoke, "I never thought about Morgan."
Giselle shifted so she could look up at Robert's face, "What?"
"When we came back and you called my name. I didn't think of Morgan," Robert said again.
"Robert, I'm sure--," but he cut her off.
"Dammit, I'm just so caught up in my love life that I can't spare a thought for my own daughter," Robert continued, a little more harshly.
"Robert…what are you saying?" Giselle asked softly.
"When you called my name I thought you were hurt or something, I didn't think something could be wrong with Morgan. I only worried about you," he repeated.
"I don't understand," Giselle said sitting upright.
"If they don't find her, God Giselle, I don't think I could ever forgive myself," Robert said sitting up too.
"It's not your fault any more than it is mine," said Giselle.
"But I'm her dad! I'm supposed to be there for her! I'm supposed to keep these things from happening!" he yelled putting his head in his hands.
"I love her just as much as you do, you know that. Morgan means just as much to me," Giselle said laying a hand on Robert's shoulder.
"You don't understand," Robert said quietly.
"Yes, I do!" Giselle objected, becoming angry.
Robert sat quietly, just resting his head in his hands. He felt so angry with himself that he was taking it out on Giselle. He knew it wasn't right for him to do this, but he didn't know what to do.
'Why are you being like this?" Giselle asked him.
Robert threw his hands down and shouted, "Because my daughter is gone!"
His harsh tone and words were enough, but he surely didn't have to yell at her. She bit her lip as she tried not to cry. "Honestly Robert… though there is no legal or blood relation, she is just as much my daughter she is yours," Giselle said quietly and shakily.
Robert had his head in his hands again and his shoulders were shaking heavily. Giselle reached over and put her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed his head. This was so different, so so so different. She was so used to being the one sobbing that she didn't know what to say to comfort him.
"You're right," Robert said looking over at her, "I'm sorry."
Giselle kissed his cheek again and then looked into his eyes for awhile before she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Robert laughed, because anytime Giselle smiled it lit up all her surroundings and you couldn't help but feel happy.
"This! The flip side," she giggled, then sighed her face growing solemn again.
"Yeah," Robert sighed, "I know what you mean… But I really am sorry, for yelling at you..."
"It's alright," Giselle whispered before giving a little laugh, "I suppose I would yell at myself to for being so… 'beautiful." She imitated his voice, trying to cheer him up a bit. But she didn't feel happy.
"Ha, very funny. But I mean it, I really am sorry. If this would have been you gone I would feel the same way," Robert said, "This was how I felt. When I almost lost you."
Giselle leaned her head on his shoulder as they sat side by side on the bench. "You think we ought to go back sometime soon?"
"Well, we can't avoid it forever," Robert sighed, "We can't pretend-."
"It didn't happen," Giselle finished the sentence for him lifting her head up.
"Yeah," Robert said getting to his feet and helping Giselle up. He kissed her on the lips and then hugged her for a long time. Finally he let her go and they started walking back together holding hands. Wondering, hoping, that when they got back to the apartment something good would be waiting for them.
When they got up to the top floor they found that the hall was even more flooded than before, with reporters, new casters, and more neighbors. They had somewhat been expecting it when they saw the street outside the apartment complex.
"Excuse me, can we get through please," Robert said loudly as he squeezed his way through the crowd, holding tight to Giselle's hand, "We live here!"
Suddenly, three microphones were shoved in his face at once, "Sir, are you really the owner of this apartment?" "How do you feel about this incident?" "How long have you known about this?"
Robert ignored them and pushed onward. When they finally reached the caution tape blocking off the doorway Robert lifted it up for Giselle to go under and then went under himself. The amount of police swarming the apartment had thinned a bit since they left, probably because they were out searching for the little girl.
"Excuse me," Robert said tapping a policeman on the shoulder, "Anything new?"
"I'm sorry sir, we haven't found her yet," the large man said.
Giselle instantly felt terrible again. Why did she have to get her hopes up? She found herself wiping her eyes again before long at all. Robert led Giselle into the kitchen, through the living room where Bethany no longer was. They must have gotten her to the hospital already.
As they entered the kitchen, they realized it was the one place in the apartment that wasn't over crowded. There was a single policeman in the room, getting fingerprints. Robert pulled out a chair for Giselle, then one for himself. He sat down and looked over at the clock on the wall, it read 2:22.
"Make a wish," he sighed, pointing at the digital clock. Giselle looked over just before the clock changed to 2:23.
"I didn't have a chance to," she said quietly.
"That's alright, I made one for both of us," Robert said. He took her hands across the table as she started crying again.
"I just wish they would f-find her," Giselle whimpered.
"I know…me too," Robert said.
So? What do you think? Good? Bad? Fake? Realistic? Sorry if the whole crime scene thing is unrealistic, but I have never ever actually been in that sort of situation at all. I've only seen the stuff on tv and movies, so… Y'know, just give me some suggestions if it is all fakish. Sorry if that might bother you.
