*We had dutifully checked our email every day, waiting until we were needed. We helped find the center to recruit the Auxiliary Animorphs, doing internet searches and getting maps of the town. We were able to help Marco find Erek King, hearing through the grapevine that after his home blew up in the big battles that he went to live with a girl named Jenny, who was our age and really nice. I missed Marco so much, and I knew he missed me. But we survived, and that was the important thing. We survived.*
I arrived home from school and set my backpack down. Walking into the kitchen, I got myself a snack and sat down in the living room. It was three months after the first encounter, from our first Nancy-Drew-escapades.
Turning on the TV, I was rewarded with Marco speaking into a microphone. The bottom of the TV screen said, "Live from Washington, D.C." The image sent the room spinning. As some newsperson replaced Marco, telling the general public what I'd known for three months but was never able to act on, the phone rang. I jumped three feet in the air, then ran to get it.
"Hello?" I asked, expecting it to be my mother.
"Faith? Faith, it's Leigh. Are you watching TV? Turn on Channel 7."
"Already have it. Can you believe it?" I asked. Together we watched, still on the phone. I was mesmerized.
"I think they won." Leigh's voice floated through the phone, strange and distant.
"We won, Leigh. Earth won."
*
Later that night, I was lying on my bed, absorbed in thought, when the phone rang. It took me a moment to realize that mom and Chris were out somewhere, trying to find Jordan most likely, I was home alone, and I'd have to answer the phone.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, Faith?" A familiar voice responded. I hadn't heard it in so so long, too long.
"Yeah, Marco?" I asked.
"I can't believe we won." He said.
"Me, either. Is that all?" I asked. "Did you call me just for that?"
"That's all," Marco said. "That's all." A pause, then, "Hey, listen. I was thinking, y'know, maybe we could hang out sometime. I mean, after all the interviews and all."
"So that's not all," I said mischievously. Then, on a more serious note, "Are you sure you're not too busy?"
"I don't think I am…but hey, the press loves me. I could always arrange to have more interviews, if you want."
"No," I giggled. "We really should hang out though."
"Allright then," He said in his best movie star voice. "I'll have my people call your people and we'll do lunch."
***The End***
What do you think? It's over. Yay. REVIEW! ::dances:: I finished a fic, I finished a fic, wooee hey hey Momo's good today, I finished a fic! I'm not all that happy with the ending, but oh well… I had more dramatic things planned but what happens, happens.
If you've read this far, muchas gracias. Thank you very much. I don't know how to say that in French, so, sorry!
CHALLENGE: Write a fic using the word 'soymilk' at least ten times, in honor of my obsession of chocolate-flavored soymilk. Yum! It must include at least three Animorphs (in this sense, Ax is an Animorph) and… um… someone's gotta kiss someone else. Also, it should be funny. I mean, if you can write a serious fic using 'soymilk' ten times, three Animorphs or more, and a kiss or two, then kudos to you! *stops talking when she realizes no one is listening*
