Notes: When I was in the sixth and seventh grade I wrote this. I don't feel like going back and rewriting it so please excuse the wrong timeline, the lame approach, the bad format, and the unusual writing style. This is merely the work of a real amateur and definitely, by far, not by best work. I never completed this story, but if I feel compelled to, I will.

Disclaimer: As of November 24, 2001. I own the story line and thus hold the right to remove this story if I ever feel an infraction of the disclaimer has been committed. I know that sounds like legal jargon and such especially for a fan fiction website, but I have already had my story line plagiarized. Kevin Sullivan owns the characters, the town, the timeline and everything. I own nothing but the story line and a few new additions to Avonlea.

Coming Home

August 1919, Avonlea

Part 1

A young man walked off the train, down on Prince Edward Island, Canada in August of 1919. His dark wavy brown hair and his dark wood brown eyes shown brightly in the warm sun of the tiny island. The young naval officer was just a mere age of sixteen when he left now though all the thoughts of how the last five years of war were memories he'd rather forget. The twenty-one-year-old could recall many days when he was near death. He could clearly remember the blood and the panic of his fellow crewmembers and friends most of all. The surgery was terrible sometimes when they cut him open to remove the bullets or when they sewed him up after fixing his' knife wounds when he had been stab or even how it hurt when the burns burned his skin. Or even the time he had been listed as an "missing in action" or was a "prisoner of war"; how did he hate the German prison camp; they must have been the closet thing to what hell was going to be like unless he had been born again. He had many scars inside and out, mentally and physically. The worst thing was escaping without Shannon. Or surviving instead of Jeff. Everyday he thanked God that he was still alive, alive and still had his sight, his sent, his heart. He was so glad he hadn't had any major injuries happen to him like it happened to Gus Pike, his brother-in-law. It sounded strange for him to say, "Oh, yeah, Gus Pike, he's swell, he's my brother-in-law." He couldn't believe how many people knew Gus from serving with him or commanding him. But he also couldn't believe that all those injuries made him have the rank of Commander wait till Gus heard about that. . But because of his high rank he had to stay for negotiates with the British, they kept him with them for a whole year. Then there was the award ceremony; he received the Purple Heart and many other awards. War, though was so terrible dangerous. World War, it was so hard to think that he had lived through a war; it was terrible hard because thinking back to his buddies who died for France, Canada, Russia and Great Britain. Especially all the gore he had experienced. * Come on Felix King, * he thought, * you just finished serving in the dominant British navy, the best navy, clear your thoughts of war now, you're home, home to stay at least unless the Canadian navy asks you back. *

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He searched the crowd for his family or a friend to pick him up and about half way down the train station his eyes fell upon Izzy Pettibone and James Riley. Just as he glanced their way, Izzy Pettibone lean forward as James Riley planted a long passionate kiss, "Izzy?" Felix's eye where glowing big as he thought out loud to himself, "and James Riley?" Betrayal came to his mind that exact minute, but he ignored his inner thoughts. As it seemed the world around him, all but them seemed to freeze.

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Riley was known in the navy as a total womanizer though. Riley was thirty, ten years older then Isdole Pettibone. He had brownish black hair with sky blue eyes, he looked romantic on the outside, but he was totally different on the inside. The only problem was, no one, even Izzy didn't know, only his crewmembers knew that deep dark inside. That brat was quite jealous of how fast Felix rose through the ranks. Seaman James Douglas Riley quit the British Navy, in Felix's second year, but before the he had been booted from the Canadian and American Armies * I'm sure Mr. Pettibone wouldn't want to hear about James bad experiences in armed forces. * thought Felix. Before then in U.S. Marines, he was discarded for a hangover on an alcoholic beverage. What a lousy doughboy, he doesn't have a good quality either! Felix could recall what he and others had talked about after he left. He thought; he also remembered the words Riley said to him before he left, "I'm not under you anymore so let's just say there's going to be some surprises in your life, but when war is over I'm going to make you life miserable!" Then after he spat those words, he spit on the ground right next to his polished boots, Felix could only recall it, living it as he remembered it. In his own opinion that the rich greedy American lawyer should have stayed on his own turf; he never should have came to his' town or his' ship, not to mention his' girl. He even thought he probably would have gone to the French or Italian armies and navies. No matter how hard James tried Felix was younger, more flexible, stronger and not to mention handsomer, he just couldn't do anything better then Commander Felix Alexander King could do. But now James had taken Izzy and she was endanger of being hurt by this abusive slug and all Felix could do was watch.

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Izzy Pettibone was Felix's first and only real romance interest. The two best friends went their separate ways after Felicity and Gus' wedding. Izzy went to Boston to help her poor old aunt with all her debts and Felix went to the navy shipyard to receive his first assignments. Her medium cardboard color brown hair and chocolate brown eyes showed it's beauty in the warm bright August summer sun. Isolde had become a teacher; she followed her in father and brother's footsteps. She teaches math in Carmondy's schoolhouse that contains about twenty rooms, with each grade having it's own rotation. She and Felix had been corresponding with each other until she met James about two years ago. He had persuaded her to forget about her old boyfriend and spend time with him. Sometimes she thought she'd regret it, but she didn't because she was having so much fun with James. When she met him all thoughts of the young Felix King had disappeared. Her parents, well her father and his' wife Muriel, never like James; he was to…to uptight; he had no real sense of dignity. Ever since she introduced him to them and they had their opinions about him, she didn't even bother telling them about his career, about how many times he had been booted or had he quit. By the third year, she thought Felix had probably met someone else and is engaged or is dating some beautiful girl. But seven years after that had gone by so fast, the war had started and then suddenly ended when the Germans and Austrians surrendered.

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Now, James had to go visit his office, again, now that the war had ended, he had to re-continue his work, he had to make money, even though he didn't need any. But before he left he had to ask her something. He had fallen in love with her. She was amazing and extraordinary. How could someone ever let her go?

"Izzy can I ask you something?"

"Sure, J, but where in the middle of the train station and you're about to board the train!"

"Will you marry me?" he yelled over the commotion, the station seemed to get a little quieter.

"James Riley, we're in a train station, I don't know what to say!"

"If you love me you'll say yes!" he screamed.

"I…" thoughts of past came to her, she paused, "I'll… need some time."

"Fine, my love, I'll be back in three weeks."

"I know. Love you."

"All aboard!" he kissed her again and boarded the train.

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Felix wished they were closer so he could at least read their lips or hear them, but in a busy station like this there was no such luck.

"Felix King is that you!" a very familiar voice exclaimed and Felix turned around.

"Elbert Werts, long time no see!" he replied shaking his hand.

"Yep. Let's get you home or your mother's going to be mad."

"My mother? Where is she? Or the rest of my family?"

"They didn't want to make an appearance at the train depot since there's already a lot of commotion. So here I am sent to pick you up." Felix smiled though he still had the doubt of his past relationship in the back of his mind, even through the long ride home. The Past was about to collide with the future, and the present would be left behind.

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Go on to part 2.