I don't own the characters or the show

I don't own the characters or the show.

Chapter 5.

Fiona had no idea how to respond, if at all. She never experienced a multi-colored midget before. He didn't look happy or upset, actually his face showed no hint of emotion.

"Hi." She couldn't continue ignoring him. He motioned for her to come close; she did mentally preparing herself for anything.

"Who are you?" Fiona whispered.

"The name is George my dear." Well at least he was friendly. He had what sounded like a Boston accent with a hint of Scottish mixed in, very odd sounding. Fiona was now at the foot of the bed not sure if she should stay standing or sit down.

"So what do you want George?"

"Just a friendly conversation, I don't get one of those very often." I wonder why, she thought to herself.

"Um ok, what do you want to talk about?" Fiona couldn't believe she had said that. But seeing how odd this day had been far, she decided just to play along. The midget, or George looked friendly enough. He had pure eyes, people can tell a lot about you just by looking into your eyes. Jack's eyes in this world and the other one told he was always looking for more and was full of sadness. Her mom's eyes were totally different in these two worlds. In Fiona's reality her eye's told a story of being completely happy and in control. But in this world they said she was broken with no glue to put the pieces back together. Fiona hated that so much.

"Do you like him?" George asked her.

"Who?" Fiona had an idea of who but wanted to be sure.

"Your dad of course. He's finally here, huh?" Yep she was right about the who.

"Sorta." She muttered under her breath.

"Ah come on child you have been waiting for this moment since you realized he was never coming back. And all you can say is sorta?" Fiona just shrugged her shoulders.

"Go grab that book over there." He was pointing to the bookshelf, to what looked like a photo album. Fiona does as she's told, it is a photo album. George pats the area next to him, letting Fiona know he wants her to sit next to her. She hands the book to him, and he flips to about 20 pages in. Without saying a word he starts to point to the pictures. They were family pictures that in Fiona's mind had never occurred. In these pictures she could see her other history, and all the good times that she dreamed of having. Everyone looked so happy. Then she came to picture that had pretty young Clu in it. Fiona reaches and touches it, as if she's trying to touch him.

"Forget him Fiona. He's long gone." George told her. Forget Clu!? Fiona couldn't image such a thought.

"Where is he?" He had to know, he just had to.

"It doesn't matter, he left. Went bye bye. Adios amigo. In this world Clu Bell means nothing to you. In your mind he's just that strange boy that used to tease you when you were four. And that's it." No this wasn't right! Fiona thought angrily to herself. How could she live in a world with Clu or the other Bell's? But also how could she live in a world without her father? Perhaps she could stay here and find that way to contact them. After all everyone did look happy, well for the most part. Her mother would soon recover from her bout of depression. George looked at the girl as she went over the thoughts in her head, it almost as if he could read her thoughts, and he started to smile.

"Come on Fiona what do you say?"

"About what?"

"All this could be yours, every bit of it no strings attached." That did sound nice, too nice there had to be a catch.

"No strings?" Fiona's voice told she wanted the truth and nothing less.

"Ok one, but it's really minor." She knew it.

"Tell me."

"You'll remember nothing of your other life. This will be all you know of. You will know all your thoughts and memories of these events and a thousands other, like you went through them." Fiona would have to abounded her other life, friends, and a part of herself. She then remembers that mysterious email; Fiona be carefully of illusions that can be touched. Some will do anything to stop you. Don't be fouled. Once you start to forget the truth they were will be no hope for you. Just remember to keep your wits about you. She couldn't forget the truth no matter how tempting this world seemed to be.

"Can I have a few minutes to think about it?" Fiona asked George.

"Sure take your time, but I'll need an answer in the next 10 minutes, or I'll make the decision for you." Fiona nodded as she headed towards the door. Apart of her wanted to say yes, she'd take this world, it didn't look bad. After all her father was alive, did anything else really matter? Still the other part of her wanted to say no, she'd go back to her world. Fiona never had to make such a completed decision in her life, it could literally change history. Talk about pressure.

Fiona was standing in the hallway, unsure of what direction to turn. She heard what sounded like crying coming from the master bedroom, she walked towards it. The door was open and her mother was sitting in a chair crying. That broke Fiona's heart into a thousand pieces. She hated seeing her like this! Her mother looks up and tries to smile as if nothing is wrong in the world. Fiona smiles back, knowing she should say something comforting, but no words would form.

"Are you ok?" Finally something logical to say came out of her mouth.

"Yeah baby, a good cry is good for the body they say."

"Is it dad again?" Her mother nodded very slightly.

"But don't worry about it, ok? Me and your dad will be fine."

"I just hate seeing you like this."

"I'm fine honey, really." Fiona wondered if her mother was trying to convince Fiona, or herself. Fiona just smiled again and turned from the doorway. She knew what she had to do. But first she would have to tell him goodbye.