Disclaimer:...Do I really have to explain? If I did own FTTD, I'd be filthy rich and have all the anime I wanted! But...I don't...^_^;
AN: ...Not much to say, this time. Oh yeah - someone asked me how old they would be in this story. Well, if you've seen the first few episodes, you'll learn that Flint and the Goodmans are in the eigth grade. I'll say that they'll all be in grade nine. So, Sara would be about 14-14 1/2. Murlock would be about 16. Um...thank you all again for reading and reviewing my stories! Ja ne!
For the Sake of Another part 3 by Ly the werewolf
Sara Goodman raced through the suburban streets of downtown Tokyo, tears blinding her vision. She could remember exactly what happened, just a few minutes ago....
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Tony and Flint both sighed, settling deeper into thier extremely comfy couch in the middle of the living room. Almost absent-mindedly, Flint glanced outside, only to find that some dark storm clouds were rolling in. The entire evening sky had turned an ominous dark, midnight blue. He contined to watch the clouds with a childish facination - Sara had told him about meteorology when he was first de-fossilized, and still continued to find them....mysterious. Flint heaved yet another sigh as he looked away, leaving the angry messengers of the sky to bestow their wrath upon the unforgiving world in which they lived on. " NO!! NO!! IT CAN'T BE!!!" The two youths shot up out their seats, instantly responding to the high-pitched scream radiating from the downstairs bathroom. Tony could already feel his heartbeat going up; he was the brother, and, even if Sara is older than him (by less than 5 minutes), he felt it was his obligation to save her. Both ran up to the door. At first, Tony tried to open it, only to find it was locked from the inside.
" Sara? Sara! SARA! ARE YOU OKAY?! SARA!?!" Flint came back with his father, Rocky, in tow. The young caveboy's expression was that of determanation and concern.
" Sara!? Are you alright? What's going on?" Nothing. " Petra Fina? Are you in there?" Flint asked, his voice laced with venom. Still nothing. Both boys glanced at eachother, then put their ears to the door. Inside, they could hear a muffled crying. Tony, getting even more worried, but now more sympathetic, lightly rapped the door with his knuckles.
" Sara? Hey there sis, are you okay? Can we come i--"
" NO!!" More muffled, heaving sobs. " N-No....please....don't come in....." Flint's eyes glossed over with unshed tears. He knew very well that something was wrong, and it drove him nuts not knowing what.
" Sara," Flint pleaded. " We need to come in so we can see what's wrong. We're worried about you." Ignoring her earlier pleas, or warning, Flint reached for the doornob and began to giggle it. The older teen beside him looked at Flint uneasily; he knew that the young neanderthal could effortlessly tear the door clean off it's hinges. Just before he could even attempt to open the door, a small clicking sound could be heard from the other side. She was unlocking the door. Relief washed over the two boys.
" Aww, Sara, man, you sure gave us a scare--" Tony was abruptly cut off as his 'older' sister raced out from the bathroom, clutching a small box to her heaving chest. " Sara?"
" Go away! Don't come near me! Waaa........" Both Tony Goodman, Flint and Rocky Hammerhead watched, speechless, as an obviously disturbed Sara Goodman ran out of the house in total hysterics. Her ferternal twin opened his mouth to say something, but could only breath her name. " Sara....."
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Sara sniffled back the still oncoming tears as she softly seated herself on the public trasport bus. Glancing out the window, she frowned. " Great," she mumbled to herself. " Rain.....might be a storm too....." Using the sleeve of her yellow blouse, she wiped her red and tear stained face, trying not to attract any attention. Looking around, Sara could see that nearly half the people kept shooting either worried or annoyed glances at her. Sara looked down at her shoes, almost hoping she could find an answer to her problems from her favorite pair of sneakers. ' Let them stare,' she thought. ' They can all go jump off a bridge, for all I care....' Suddenly, the whining screech of the brakes brought Sara's train of thought to a crashing halt.
" 321 Magumya street." the driver called out, not really caring. Sara slowly rose from her seat and walked over to the door. The bus driver, seeing that she was upset, looked at her quizzikly, but a small, sad smile from her assured him that she was allright.
Turning around to watch the bus hum to life, Sara sighed once more, and felt her throat tighten with another wave of oncoming sadness. The attractive adolescant began walking, not paying any heed to the hustle and bustle of the streets of downtown. No one seemed to mind, or even care, as they hurried along, occasionally bumping into her and mumbling a hasty apology. ' Everyone's so busy with their lives.....' she thought, shoving her delicate hands into her purple cargo pockets, protecting them from the onslaught on chilly air. Finally, she arrived in Murlock's area. It was a place she always enjoyed going to - less than a five minute walk away was a huge park, and, Murlock's favorite area, the Rose Garden. Why, even just a few weeks ago, he took her there, and had the most romantic night of her life - dinner by candlelight, dancing, stargazing, cuddling.....Sara swallowed the lump in her throat. " Why can't it just be like that forever...?" she asked herself, a solitary tear escaping from it's teal prison. Dread, despair and confusion were written all over her face as she crossed the street to Murlock's apartment building. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a mother and her child in the street, playing happily, talking about their future....' ...The future....I wonder if I'll still have one of those in 9 months....' Murlock's apartment building was less than a block away, but, of course, it had to start raining. Not just raining, but buckets. Sara paid no heed - the rain would hide her tears. She slowly walked up the stairs, getting more soaked by the minute. Finally, she came up to the little announcement box. Her bloodshot, aqua eyes searched for a certain name. " Holmes.....Holmes.....Oh....Here we go."
Hesitantly, she pressed the tiny buzzer. " Murlock?" she asked quietly, almost timidly. She waited for about ten seconds, then, deciding he wasn't there, turned around to leave. Suddenly:
" Hello?" Sara stopped, turned on her heel and leaned her head in close to the speaker.
" M-Murlock? It's me. Sara. " A brief pause came from the other end.
" Sara? Well, this is a pleasant surprize. What are you doing here?" came his slightly crackled voice.
" Actually, Murlock," she began. " I was wondering if I could talk to you for a bit. Can I come in?" Yet another pause.
" Of course! Here, I'm opening the doors right now. Come on up. Do you know my apartment number?" Sara's expression hadn't changed the whole time, going with her dull and monotonus voice.
" Yeah, I do. See ya in a minute."
Sara slowly walked up to the elevator. Normally, to keep fit, she would've taken the stairs, but, when you're cold, wet, sad, and just traveled more than halfway across town, would you want to walk up about 10 flights of stairs? I think not. Without even looking, she pressed the button for his floor. All surfaces of the elevator were spotless; she could see her reflection in all of them. Sara sighed again as she watched the rainwater drip evenly from her body, forming a small puddle on the elevator floor. She paid no heed to it as she walked out when she reached her destination. Her eyes scanned the doors for his room number: 616. Finally, her eyes laid upon it. Lifting a hand, she lightly knocked on the strong steel door. She could hear a 'coming' from the other side. The door swooshed open, revealing her lover, Murlock Holmes. " Sara, how nice to see....you....." His enthusiastic greeting turned rather flat once he laid his crimson eyes upon her. " Is everything okay? You don't look so good. Here," he gestured through the open door. " Come in. Make yourself comfortable." Wordlessly, she walked in and stood in the middle of the living room. Murlock stared at her the whole time as he closed the door. " Sara....what happened to you? Here, come on - I'll get you cleaned up." Sara neither protested or agreed, she just simply let Murlock's loving gestures lead her to his bathroom. Neither one of them made any attempts at conversation - Murlock knew there was something wrong,and Sara wasn't in the mood to do anything right now. His gentle blue hands carefully peeled her soaking wet garments off of her, and promply threw them in the dryer. Sara let out a small sigh of relief as she climbed into the hot, steaming bath he had prepared for her. Sweet, flowerly fragrences danced into her nose. She savored the smell as Murlock came back with a bathrobe for her, some aromatherapy oils, and a small cloth. Murlock pulled up a stool, and seated himself next to the bathtub. With loving, healing hands, he wet the cloth in some bath oils and softly scrubbed her back. Sara breathed in pure relaxation. The combination of fragrances, the therapeutic hot water, and Murlock's gentle touch made her want this moment to last forever.
Not knowing where the time went, Sara finally climbed out of the bathtub. She glanced at the clock in the living room as Murlock softly dried her off. ' 6:17 pm....I left home at around 4:00.....' Wrapping the warm, terrycloth bathrobe around her slender body, Murlock led her into the living room once again. " Now," he said, placing his hands on Sara's. " Will you tell me what's wrong?" Probably for the first time all night, Sara met him face-to-face, her now dull, aqua eyes meeting his own firery red. She opened her mouth to speak.
" Murlock......" she choked, her voice barely above a whisper. The bishonen vampire leaned in closer, trying to hear what she was saying.
" Yes?"
" I......I........"
" You're.....what?" Murlock looked into her eyes. This was the girl he loved, and if something was bothering her this much, he needed to know.
" I'm.........pregnant." If Murlock didn't know how to control his temper or emotions, he most likely would've flown off the handle right there. But, when she looked at his face again, she felt even worse. Murlock was literally frozen with shock. Regaining his sense of reality, his fingers entwined with hers.
" S-Sara....." he breathed. Without another second, tears began streaming down her face uncontrollably. Murlock Holmes, her friend, her lover....and now the father of her unborn child, embraced her tightly, tears rolling down his lean face as well. Murlock and Sara held eachother for the entire night, crying for the pain, hurt and humiliation that they were sure to face ahead.
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...Whew. Well, what did you think? I worked extra hard on this chapter, so I hope you all like it. My homework is going down (the amount, I mean) so I should have the next part fairly soon. By the way: what are you're thoughts about Murlock's latest decision? Resigning from the Time Detectives?
Gillian Grey: Well, what did you want to see me about, Murlock?
Murlock slaps his badge, ID, and other papers down on her desk.
Murlock: I want to resign from the Time Detectives.
Bindi: WHAT?!?!?
Gillian smirks.
Gillian Grey: Umm....aren't you a little too young for a pension plan there, Murlock?
Murlock:.....dude, shutup.
Blah! Too late! Holy smokeroonies! 11:35! Woah! Good thing the parental units are out on a gig! ^_^
Thanks a mil - Ly the werewolf
AN: ...Not much to say, this time. Oh yeah - someone asked me how old they would be in this story. Well, if you've seen the first few episodes, you'll learn that Flint and the Goodmans are in the eigth grade. I'll say that they'll all be in grade nine. So, Sara would be about 14-14 1/2. Murlock would be about 16. Um...thank you all again for reading and reviewing my stories! Ja ne!
For the Sake of Another part 3 by Ly the werewolf
Sara Goodman raced through the suburban streets of downtown Tokyo, tears blinding her vision. She could remember exactly what happened, just a few minutes ago....
*********
Tony and Flint both sighed, settling deeper into thier extremely comfy couch in the middle of the living room. Almost absent-mindedly, Flint glanced outside, only to find that some dark storm clouds were rolling in. The entire evening sky had turned an ominous dark, midnight blue. He contined to watch the clouds with a childish facination - Sara had told him about meteorology when he was first de-fossilized, and still continued to find them....mysterious. Flint heaved yet another sigh as he looked away, leaving the angry messengers of the sky to bestow their wrath upon the unforgiving world in which they lived on. " NO!! NO!! IT CAN'T BE!!!" The two youths shot up out their seats, instantly responding to the high-pitched scream radiating from the downstairs bathroom. Tony could already feel his heartbeat going up; he was the brother, and, even if Sara is older than him (by less than 5 minutes), he felt it was his obligation to save her. Both ran up to the door. At first, Tony tried to open it, only to find it was locked from the inside.
" Sara? Sara! SARA! ARE YOU OKAY?! SARA!?!" Flint came back with his father, Rocky, in tow. The young caveboy's expression was that of determanation and concern.
" Sara!? Are you alright? What's going on?" Nothing. " Petra Fina? Are you in there?" Flint asked, his voice laced with venom. Still nothing. Both boys glanced at eachother, then put their ears to the door. Inside, they could hear a muffled crying. Tony, getting even more worried, but now more sympathetic, lightly rapped the door with his knuckles.
" Sara? Hey there sis, are you okay? Can we come i--"
" NO!!" More muffled, heaving sobs. " N-No....please....don't come in....." Flint's eyes glossed over with unshed tears. He knew very well that something was wrong, and it drove him nuts not knowing what.
" Sara," Flint pleaded. " We need to come in so we can see what's wrong. We're worried about you." Ignoring her earlier pleas, or warning, Flint reached for the doornob and began to giggle it. The older teen beside him looked at Flint uneasily; he knew that the young neanderthal could effortlessly tear the door clean off it's hinges. Just before he could even attempt to open the door, a small clicking sound could be heard from the other side. She was unlocking the door. Relief washed over the two boys.
" Aww, Sara, man, you sure gave us a scare--" Tony was abruptly cut off as his 'older' sister raced out from the bathroom, clutching a small box to her heaving chest. " Sara?"
" Go away! Don't come near me! Waaa........" Both Tony Goodman, Flint and Rocky Hammerhead watched, speechless, as an obviously disturbed Sara Goodman ran out of the house in total hysterics. Her ferternal twin opened his mouth to say something, but could only breath her name. " Sara....."
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Sara sniffled back the still oncoming tears as she softly seated herself on the public trasport bus. Glancing out the window, she frowned. " Great," she mumbled to herself. " Rain.....might be a storm too....." Using the sleeve of her yellow blouse, she wiped her red and tear stained face, trying not to attract any attention. Looking around, Sara could see that nearly half the people kept shooting either worried or annoyed glances at her. Sara looked down at her shoes, almost hoping she could find an answer to her problems from her favorite pair of sneakers. ' Let them stare,' she thought. ' They can all go jump off a bridge, for all I care....' Suddenly, the whining screech of the brakes brought Sara's train of thought to a crashing halt.
" 321 Magumya street." the driver called out, not really caring. Sara slowly rose from her seat and walked over to the door. The bus driver, seeing that she was upset, looked at her quizzikly, but a small, sad smile from her assured him that she was allright.
Turning around to watch the bus hum to life, Sara sighed once more, and felt her throat tighten with another wave of oncoming sadness. The attractive adolescant began walking, not paying any heed to the hustle and bustle of the streets of downtown. No one seemed to mind, or even care, as they hurried along, occasionally bumping into her and mumbling a hasty apology. ' Everyone's so busy with their lives.....' she thought, shoving her delicate hands into her purple cargo pockets, protecting them from the onslaught on chilly air. Finally, she arrived in Murlock's area. It was a place she always enjoyed going to - less than a five minute walk away was a huge park, and, Murlock's favorite area, the Rose Garden. Why, even just a few weeks ago, he took her there, and had the most romantic night of her life - dinner by candlelight, dancing, stargazing, cuddling.....Sara swallowed the lump in her throat. " Why can't it just be like that forever...?" she asked herself, a solitary tear escaping from it's teal prison. Dread, despair and confusion were written all over her face as she crossed the street to Murlock's apartment building. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a mother and her child in the street, playing happily, talking about their future....' ...The future....I wonder if I'll still have one of those in 9 months....' Murlock's apartment building was less than a block away, but, of course, it had to start raining. Not just raining, but buckets. Sara paid no heed - the rain would hide her tears. She slowly walked up the stairs, getting more soaked by the minute. Finally, she came up to the little announcement box. Her bloodshot, aqua eyes searched for a certain name. " Holmes.....Holmes.....Oh....Here we go."
Hesitantly, she pressed the tiny buzzer. " Murlock?" she asked quietly, almost timidly. She waited for about ten seconds, then, deciding he wasn't there, turned around to leave. Suddenly:
" Hello?" Sara stopped, turned on her heel and leaned her head in close to the speaker.
" M-Murlock? It's me. Sara. " A brief pause came from the other end.
" Sara? Well, this is a pleasant surprize. What are you doing here?" came his slightly crackled voice.
" Actually, Murlock," she began. " I was wondering if I could talk to you for a bit. Can I come in?" Yet another pause.
" Of course! Here, I'm opening the doors right now. Come on up. Do you know my apartment number?" Sara's expression hadn't changed the whole time, going with her dull and monotonus voice.
" Yeah, I do. See ya in a minute."
Sara slowly walked up to the elevator. Normally, to keep fit, she would've taken the stairs, but, when you're cold, wet, sad, and just traveled more than halfway across town, would you want to walk up about 10 flights of stairs? I think not. Without even looking, she pressed the button for his floor. All surfaces of the elevator were spotless; she could see her reflection in all of them. Sara sighed again as she watched the rainwater drip evenly from her body, forming a small puddle on the elevator floor. She paid no heed to it as she walked out when she reached her destination. Her eyes scanned the doors for his room number: 616. Finally, her eyes laid upon it. Lifting a hand, she lightly knocked on the strong steel door. She could hear a 'coming' from the other side. The door swooshed open, revealing her lover, Murlock Holmes. " Sara, how nice to see....you....." His enthusiastic greeting turned rather flat once he laid his crimson eyes upon her. " Is everything okay? You don't look so good. Here," he gestured through the open door. " Come in. Make yourself comfortable." Wordlessly, she walked in and stood in the middle of the living room. Murlock stared at her the whole time as he closed the door. " Sara....what happened to you? Here, come on - I'll get you cleaned up." Sara neither protested or agreed, she just simply let Murlock's loving gestures lead her to his bathroom. Neither one of them made any attempts at conversation - Murlock knew there was something wrong,and Sara wasn't in the mood to do anything right now. His gentle blue hands carefully peeled her soaking wet garments off of her, and promply threw them in the dryer. Sara let out a small sigh of relief as she climbed into the hot, steaming bath he had prepared for her. Sweet, flowerly fragrences danced into her nose. She savored the smell as Murlock came back with a bathrobe for her, some aromatherapy oils, and a small cloth. Murlock pulled up a stool, and seated himself next to the bathtub. With loving, healing hands, he wet the cloth in some bath oils and softly scrubbed her back. Sara breathed in pure relaxation. The combination of fragrances, the therapeutic hot water, and Murlock's gentle touch made her want this moment to last forever.
Not knowing where the time went, Sara finally climbed out of the bathtub. She glanced at the clock in the living room as Murlock softly dried her off. ' 6:17 pm....I left home at around 4:00.....' Wrapping the warm, terrycloth bathrobe around her slender body, Murlock led her into the living room once again. " Now," he said, placing his hands on Sara's. " Will you tell me what's wrong?" Probably for the first time all night, Sara met him face-to-face, her now dull, aqua eyes meeting his own firery red. She opened her mouth to speak.
" Murlock......" she choked, her voice barely above a whisper. The bishonen vampire leaned in closer, trying to hear what she was saying.
" Yes?"
" I......I........"
" You're.....what?" Murlock looked into her eyes. This was the girl he loved, and if something was bothering her this much, he needed to know.
" I'm.........pregnant." If Murlock didn't know how to control his temper or emotions, he most likely would've flown off the handle right there. But, when she looked at his face again, she felt even worse. Murlock was literally frozen with shock. Regaining his sense of reality, his fingers entwined with hers.
" S-Sara....." he breathed. Without another second, tears began streaming down her face uncontrollably. Murlock Holmes, her friend, her lover....and now the father of her unborn child, embraced her tightly, tears rolling down his lean face as well. Murlock and Sara held eachother for the entire night, crying for the pain, hurt and humiliation that they were sure to face ahead.
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...Whew. Well, what did you think? I worked extra hard on this chapter, so I hope you all like it. My homework is going down (the amount, I mean) so I should have the next part fairly soon. By the way: what are you're thoughts about Murlock's latest decision? Resigning from the Time Detectives?
Gillian Grey: Well, what did you want to see me about, Murlock?
Murlock slaps his badge, ID, and other papers down on her desk.
Murlock: I want to resign from the Time Detectives.
Bindi: WHAT?!?!?
Gillian smirks.
Gillian Grey: Umm....aren't you a little too young for a pension plan there, Murlock?
Murlock:.....dude, shutup.
Blah! Too late! Holy smokeroonies! 11:35! Woah! Good thing the parental units are out on a gig! ^_^
Thanks a mil - Ly the werewolf