GASP! A reader!
*Author runs up and sits you down in a chair, tying you up and dancing around you happily* I got a reader, lalalalalala! Now you have to listen to my ramblings! *giggles excitedly*
... Yeah, anyway. This is my first Fearless fic. It's alternate reality, where Oliver didn't fall in love with Katia.
... So he didn't kill Katia....
... So Gaia's... normal.
***
"Gaia, baby, time for breakfast!" Katia Moore called up the stairs in a singsong voice; her dark, shiny hair pulled up in a French braid. She tapped her fingers on the banister. "Gaia?"
Katia's husband, Tom, shuffled up to her holding a mug of coffee. He stared up for a few seconds. "She'll be down. She always is." And without another thought he shuffled over to the breakfast table. Neither Gaia nor Tom was a big fan of mornings. They just didn't understand why it had to come so early.
Katia sighed and mumbled something in Russian Tom couldn't make out. She returned to the stove. "Gaia Moore, if you don't come down this minute you don't get a doughnut."
Upstairs a young blonde jerked out of her bed, eyes wide. "I'm coming!" she sang, mimicking Katia's voice. She muttered something in Russian too as she flicked the eye boogers away from her eyes. "Hiya, guys," she said softly to her pet rats, Zeus and Hera. She stared at Zeus' growing belly for a second. Either he was hogging all the food or Gaia had switched their names around at some point in time.
She scratched her head and put on jeans and a tank top, combing through her pale, tangled locks and getting nowhere as Katia started to yell again.
"I'm coming." Gaia hollered as she descended the stairs. "Oy vay, Mother."
Katia sighed as she served Gaia a sausage patty and some pancakes. "I honestly don't know how I stand you two."
Gaia stared at the plate stupidly and gazed at her mom with a puppy-dog face.
"Oh." Katia laughed quietly as she handed Gaia a doughnut. The fourteen-year-old's face lit up and she inhaled the doughnut in record time. "Mo' peez?" She asked, licking her fingers of the sweet sugary coating.
"I swear that isn't a girl. That's a Hoover," Tom said as he slurped his coffee.
"But a Hoover who's fluent in five and a half languages. And an expert in more martial arts than most people know about," Gaia started as she wolfed down her sausage.
"That reminds me, I wanted to start you in on sumo today," Tom mumbled offhandedly, but the glint in his blue eyes told her he was joking.
"Ha. Ha. Also, ha." Gaia said monotonously.
"She'll be big enough if she keeps eating like this."
"She's a growing girl, Katia... there's also the fact that she burns about 4400 calories a day beating me up."
Gaia grinned. She'd never actually beaten him up, but if he had been an enemy... let's just say he wouldn't be sitting quite so comfortably. "I wanted to go to the park today. They say there's a man there that beats everyone at chess."
Tom's eyes lit up with interest but he looked at his watch. "Well, that's fine with me as long as you're home by dinner, I've got a meeting today anyway."
Katia nodded. "And don't you be filling up on doughnuts, young lady." She warned. Gaia grinned and gobbled her last pancake.
"I won't. See ya." Gaia ran outside before Katia eventually dragged her down to being back home in five minutes. She breathed deep. Spring in New York City. Not her favorite place, but she still loved it here. The mix of all the cultures all coming together was exciting for her. Of course, lots of things were exciting to Gaia.
She strode the two blocks to Washington Square West, her long gait allowing the trip in a very short time. As she walked through the miniature Arc de Triomph, she glanced around the park seemingly nonchalantly and froze when she saw him.
He was tall and lean, but muscular. Gaia saw him in the park most days she came. He was a skater with dark hair and a goofy smile. She watched him a lot. He was really popular. Sometimes, pretty girls would come by and flirt with him.
His name was Ed.
Oooo. I'm good, aren't I?... *tightens rope* *smiles sweetly* Thanks! Now review... *cough* If you'd LIKE to. ^_^
...Naw seriously, I was thinking about what might've happened if Katia had lived last night, and the idea of Open-sweeter-I-have-a-mom-Gaia having a crush on pre-accident-pre-Heather-skate-rat-Eddy (Remember Heather's a year older than Gaia, so this is the spring before Ed and Heather's little love fest on the beach. ^_^) sounded like a good story... If you like it, let me know, puh-leeze...
*Author runs up and sits you down in a chair, tying you up and dancing around you happily* I got a reader, lalalalalala! Now you have to listen to my ramblings! *giggles excitedly*
... Yeah, anyway. This is my first Fearless fic. It's alternate reality, where Oliver didn't fall in love with Katia.
... So he didn't kill Katia....
... So Gaia's... normal.
***
"Gaia, baby, time for breakfast!" Katia Moore called up the stairs in a singsong voice; her dark, shiny hair pulled up in a French braid. She tapped her fingers on the banister. "Gaia?"
Katia's husband, Tom, shuffled up to her holding a mug of coffee. He stared up for a few seconds. "She'll be down. She always is." And without another thought he shuffled over to the breakfast table. Neither Gaia nor Tom was a big fan of mornings. They just didn't understand why it had to come so early.
Katia sighed and mumbled something in Russian Tom couldn't make out. She returned to the stove. "Gaia Moore, if you don't come down this minute you don't get a doughnut."
Upstairs a young blonde jerked out of her bed, eyes wide. "I'm coming!" she sang, mimicking Katia's voice. She muttered something in Russian too as she flicked the eye boogers away from her eyes. "Hiya, guys," she said softly to her pet rats, Zeus and Hera. She stared at Zeus' growing belly for a second. Either he was hogging all the food or Gaia had switched their names around at some point in time.
She scratched her head and put on jeans and a tank top, combing through her pale, tangled locks and getting nowhere as Katia started to yell again.
"I'm coming." Gaia hollered as she descended the stairs. "Oy vay, Mother."
Katia sighed as she served Gaia a sausage patty and some pancakes. "I honestly don't know how I stand you two."
Gaia stared at the plate stupidly and gazed at her mom with a puppy-dog face.
"Oh." Katia laughed quietly as she handed Gaia a doughnut. The fourteen-year-old's face lit up and she inhaled the doughnut in record time. "Mo' peez?" She asked, licking her fingers of the sweet sugary coating.
"I swear that isn't a girl. That's a Hoover," Tom said as he slurped his coffee.
"But a Hoover who's fluent in five and a half languages. And an expert in more martial arts than most people know about," Gaia started as she wolfed down her sausage.
"That reminds me, I wanted to start you in on sumo today," Tom mumbled offhandedly, but the glint in his blue eyes told her he was joking.
"Ha. Ha. Also, ha." Gaia said monotonously.
"She'll be big enough if she keeps eating like this."
"She's a growing girl, Katia... there's also the fact that she burns about 4400 calories a day beating me up."
Gaia grinned. She'd never actually beaten him up, but if he had been an enemy... let's just say he wouldn't be sitting quite so comfortably. "I wanted to go to the park today. They say there's a man there that beats everyone at chess."
Tom's eyes lit up with interest but he looked at his watch. "Well, that's fine with me as long as you're home by dinner, I've got a meeting today anyway."
Katia nodded. "And don't you be filling up on doughnuts, young lady." She warned. Gaia grinned and gobbled her last pancake.
"I won't. See ya." Gaia ran outside before Katia eventually dragged her down to being back home in five minutes. She breathed deep. Spring in New York City. Not her favorite place, but she still loved it here. The mix of all the cultures all coming together was exciting for her. Of course, lots of things were exciting to Gaia.
She strode the two blocks to Washington Square West, her long gait allowing the trip in a very short time. As she walked through the miniature Arc de Triomph, she glanced around the park seemingly nonchalantly and froze when she saw him.
He was tall and lean, but muscular. Gaia saw him in the park most days she came. He was a skater with dark hair and a goofy smile. She watched him a lot. He was really popular. Sometimes, pretty girls would come by and flirt with him.
His name was Ed.
Oooo. I'm good, aren't I?... *tightens rope* *smiles sweetly* Thanks! Now review... *cough* If you'd LIKE to. ^_^
...Naw seriously, I was thinking about what might've happened if Katia had lived last night, and the idea of Open-sweeter-I-have-a-mom-Gaia having a crush on pre-accident-pre-Heather-skate-rat-Eddy (Remember Heather's a year older than Gaia, so this is the spring before Ed and Heather's little love fest on the beach. ^_^) sounded like a good story... If you like it, let me know, puh-leeze...
