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Chapter 1
Dreams and Nightmares Come True
Present Time: ~ 11 Years Later ~
Mission Log Time: ~ Shaolin, China; 1500's ~
Everything had been fine when the mission had started, Merlock had made good time in reaching the Shaolin Monastery, despite Bindi's complaints that she was getting tired of moving so fast. Same old Bindi, but she was his friend and Time Shifter, at least until she realized she should be with her own kind. Merlock sighed inwardly at that thought, being the only blue vampire in any era, past or present, made him envy Bindi in a way. He had to be with humans since none of his own kind ever came back for him like Jillian had said his clan promised.
He wished he could recall them, but every time he tried, he got a headache. 'Lousy therapist's fault….all because of childhood nightmares, he represses it all instead of trying to get me to face it. Ah, this is not the time to ask for a headache, I have to stop Petra Fina from ruining the chance of the Shaolin Kung Fu from being founded. Why did Change choose to come to this era? He knows the effect he has on people with his powers.' Merlock thought, his face going stern.
It was really a simple mission, ensure that the Shaolin Monastery would found the art of Shaolin Kung Fu and get Change back to the Land of Time before Petra reached him. Petra had been nothing but trouble after the child Dark Lord went back to the Land of Dread a year ago, trying to steal everything she could throughout time, Flint and Merlock always around to stop her. Yet this time, Jillian had only sent Merlock to go after Petra and save the tapestry of time.
It wasn't as if he minded doing things solo, he's been a time Detective since he was ten years old, the missions were all the same to him. What made the missions done by his lonesome so tedious was that Sara wasn't around. She always made him brighten up right away, just looking at her great beauty and hearing silvery voice, and even if the Time Shifters changed her form, she was still Sara on the inside. She was till the same wonder, kind, loving, and an aura that just said to him a special word," angel."
Now here he was, alone with Bindi and hiding in the rafters of the monastery while watching the monks marvel over Change's gold making abilities. He smiled a bit, sighing gently, not thinking about the glitter of gold at all. Everything wasn't as beautiful as his pretty Sara, and he'd been able to see her on more missions than when she had only been accompanying Flint.
But after the near destruction of the Land of Time, Jillian made Dr. Goodman forbid Sara and Tony from traveling with Flint unless they legally trained hard and study to become Time Detectives like Flint. Sara had passed the test with flying colors after six months, but Tony wasn't so fortunate. Merlock gathered with w wistful smile that anyone who thought the Alamo was a fancy dessert and that scarabs were Egyptian roaches was never meant for the Time Police. Tony had proved just that is getting over half of the world's history wrong and wrote an report on Flint's escapades instead of the Ming Dynasty he was supposed to write about. Flint was only with him since Flint was already a Time Detective, so Flint was his Time Chaperon for the essay part of the test. Merlock was Sara's, taking her to the past of Rome, where Julius Caesar was the topic. He behaved, as much as it hurt not to comment on how lovely she was looking. She'd grown as tall as he had been when they met, but Tony was taller.
In the end, Tony was grumbling with the word "Failed" stamped in red on his tests and Sara got a red stamp of "Approved," making Merlock and Sara very happy. He'd been so happy he hugged her, then Bindi bopped him on the head for it, but Sara hadn't pulled away from him. It had been a good day, Sara was a Time Detective just like he was, and he could see her on her own missions.
'I can see my angel throughout time, and we have all the time in the world….wish she was here. I could use some company. Well, Bindi counts, but….'he thought, looking over slightly at his Time Shifter. He had to frown, Bindi's eyes were all aglow and starry, a little drool coming out of her mouth as she stared at the gold below them. Bindi deserved the best of everything, according to Bindi, and she said she deserved him too. Merlock knew how she felt, but he didn't feel that way for one powerful reason, she was a Time Shifter, meant only to be with her own kind. He was meant for humans and his own kind, the clan he'd never seen. He loved only Sara, no other female could compare to his angel of light, his goddess Time Detective, his everything.
He looked away as Bindi started a bit, turning her body to look at him. She missed him frowning at her, only seeing his stern expression staring down at the monks. Change looked happy enough, and a few monks only remarked on how generous Change was and kind. Change liked that, apparently.
Merlock sighed, sorry he'd have to take Change from his new friends, but he was messing with Time again. He straightened himself up, hearing a little gasp come out of Bindi. "Oh Merlie, can we take some of the gold with us after we grab Change? It seems like a real waste of all that sparkly stuff. I could make some great jewelry for myself with it." Bindi said coyly, rubbing up against Merlock's face.
He nearly lost his balance and had to ram his wand into the rafters to steady himself. "No Bindi, once we take Change out of here, that gold will turn back into food. We can't leave any trace of Change being here, he's already in enough trouble for time jumping without permission from the Old Timer, do you want to join him in being reprimanded for trying to abuse his abilities too?" Merlock whispered to her, his ruby eyes still focused on Change.
He was about to leap off the rafters, with a planned roll and another leap out the window a couple feet away from Change's front, when Bindi kissed him on the cheek. "For good luck, Merlie!" she chirped loudly into his keen ears. He went deaf a moment, his footing lost. All his planning had gone down the tubes because Bindi had to get mushy, again.
Merlock landed face first on Change, getting a mouthful of golden charms stuffed in his face. He spat the charms out, then found he was being stared down at curiously by the monks. A few were backing up, whispering words like "demon" and "monster" at him. He cringed a bit, more about of embarrassment that his plan had been ruined than at being called names. He was proud of who he was, his looks didn't matter to him even if they mattered to others, or so they didn't matter as much to himself as he wanted to admit.
Merlock finally remembered his mission as the monks had backed away enough, grabbing Change up quickly before bolting for the window. As he did this, he whipped out his Memory Erase beam remote and zapped the monks, putting them to sleep, to wake up with no memory of Merlock or Change. It was a sloppy recovery, he had to admit, but the tapestry of time was still at stake. He couldn't just up and run and not erase their memories, lest they remain entranced by the riches that Change provided. He made it through, only to fall into a mud puddle, but he kept moving. He ran as fast as his vampire legs could carry him, Change whimpering under his arm and Bindi panting as she tried to float after them.
"Merlock! Wait up, you got a head start!" she shouted, but Merlock went on until he felt he was well enough away. He bent over a little to catch his breath, then his eyes widened as he heard Bindi screech over and past him. He lifted his head a bit to see that Bindi had sped up and if he hadn't bent over, she would have crashed into the back of his head. Bindi vanished from his sights after a minute, her little pink body floating at top speed towards a forest in the distance.
"I guess she'll learn how I felt when I was ramming into trees. Bindi, sometimes you're more of a klutz than I am. Still, I got you, Change. You're in trouble with the Old Timer for leaving the Land of Time so suddenly. Why did you come here?" Merlock said casually, looking down at a shivering Change.
The little change purse shaped Time Shifter looked up at him sadly, then blushed a bit. "I missed making people smile. The Land of Time is full of fertility and peace, no one is ever sad there, except the Time Shifters. We have each other, but still, we all love to make humans happy. I just wanted to see some humans smile again, that's all." Change replied. Merlock smiled at him, shaking his head.
"I know how that feels….smiling is a good thing. I may not be a human, but I know how nice making people smile can be. Still, the Old Timer is going to have a long chat with you. Sorry, but that's how it is. Time is very precious, Change. Just be brave and everything will be fine…." Merlock told him.
No sooner had Change nodded was he yanked out of Merlock's grasp from behind. He whipped his body about, taking out his wand defensively to see who took Change from him. He sneered as his red eyes met the dull red's of his familiar foe.
"Petra Fina! I might have known. You best let change go, your stamp has no effect with the Dark Lord no longer aiding you. Let him go and put your hands up. You're under arrest." Merlock announced, pointing his wand right at the emerald-haired villain. She just laughed at him, making Merlock's look sour.
"In your dreams, vampire boy, you're so arrogant. You think you can boss around the queen of evil and the best time bandit ever born, not to mention the most beautiful woman in creation? Ah hahahahaaa!" Petra laughed, Dino and Mite beside her just looking depressed about what she just said. Her carrying on and laughing just made them shrug and look at each other blandly. "What's she talking about? She hasn't even used her wrinkle cream enough to say that." Dino let out.
Mite shrugged a bit. "Beats me, humans have a strange interpretation of beauty. It happens when you get older." Petra heard them amidst her laughing, showing it by the obvious vein throbbing in her forehead and her gritting teeth. She kicked and punched them both into the ground, keeping a good grip on Change, but barely.
"Who asked you ugly ignoramuses?! Never interrupt me while I'm gloating, I never even got to the best part. About my insurance that he doesn't follow us to the Catamaran." She yelled, then looked pleasantly at Merlock. He waited a moment as she reached into an unseen pocket with her free hand, then pulled out something that made his heart nearly stop.
It was a simple silver charm bracelet, one he'd purchased for Sara's 14th birthday to further show his affection, a computer charm, a heart charm, and a pen charm dangling from it, all shimmering like little stars. Sara had given him a welcome hug for it, though he would have preferred a kiss. A hug was good enough, trying to rush things so he could feel her love always wound up giving him bad luck and painful consequences. Patience was a virtue, she'd told him as she hugged him. She knew him well enough to know he wanted a kiss very badly, but she wasn't ready to give him one. He could live with that if it made her happy. She had never been without that bracelet, she wore it everywhere, even on missions.
"Sara?! What have you done with my beloved angel, you fiend!?" he hissed, the ruby on his wand glowing dangerously. Petra just smirked and twirled the bracelet on her finger as little Change started crying. "In the next, oh say, five minutes, Sara and dearest little Flint are going to have a barbecue, with their bodies. Seems they were sent as back up in case I'd already gotten to Change. It was so easy to bribe Flint with good disguises and a fake feast and trap him and your precious little….acquaintance. It's a little cottage in the forest, but then again, if you try and stop me, poor Sara will burn alive. Or you can surrender and trade Change for their lives. The choice is yours, tick tock, tick tock, come on, four minutes left now, blue boy." Petra laughed.
Merlock's entire body ached with pain. His Sara was going to die if he didn't decide quickly. Bindi was nowhere to be seen, so she couldn't help him or go free the others for him. Merlock stared almost tearfully at Petra as he tried to decide, then his head sunk low and he clenched his white-gloved hands into fists for a moment, then his hands fell limply to his sides. "I….I'll make the trade, Change for my friends….Now take me to them….Or by heaven I'll…." He was saying, struggling for control.
Petra laughed again, she and her henchmen approaching his sullen form. "Good choice. Now move it….we mustn't be late or they'll start cooking without us." Petra chuckled as Merlock turned around and walked ahead. Dino and Mite were making yummy noises, rubbing their hands together and licking their mutated lips.
"I could use a hot meal. Even that fake food would have been ok." Dino beamed, Mite nodded heartily in agreement. Petra growled and kicked them both in their rears, then shoved at Merlock's back to get him moving again.
~ Forest Cottage ~
Dino bound Merlock's wrists during the brief walk through the lush forest, doing a pretty good job as his wrists were bruising each time he struggled against them. When they reached their destination, Merlock found it was a house not native to China, not in his studies anyway. The fact that it looked like a log cabin was the first dead giveaway, but it looked like it had been put together in a terrible hurry. He frowned at it and made a noise in his throat, then got bopped on the head by Petra.
"We put a lot of effort into that house. Not everyday you can steal a do-it-yourself model, so don't know my labors."
"What labors? You took nap while we did all the work." Dino replied, his usual ditzy tone lacing his words. Dino just had his short arms crossed over his chest and nodded. Petra hit them both, then turned on Merlock, who was still looking at the house.
"Where's Sara? You said if I did as you asked you'd let her and Flint go. Keep your part of the bargain." Merlock said, anger filtering through his normally calm tone.
Petra started laughing again, making Merlock's skin crawl. He turned his head to look at her, the smug expression on her face making him frown deeper. "Did I say that? I just said for Change I'd get in a trade for their lives. You can do whatever you want with their lives for as long as your body is away from the blaze. Did I forget to mention that, well nah, nah! I'm a villain so I have a full right to double-cross you, Mr. Goody-goody vampire freak! Isn't that right, boys?" Petra said proudly, squeezing Change very tightly. The poor Time Shifter was starting to turn purple.
Dino and Mite nodded feverishly. "It's right in the villain handbook, Petra. Like you always say, 'It's the only way to learn the meaning of mean.'"
Merlock hissed at them, but Petra was already behind him, shoving him towards the house. "Be dears, my boys, and open the door for dear Merlock, I bet he'll be thrilled that his last sights will be of his beloved friends writhing in flaming agony. I'll go down in history as the most talented and merciless time bandit that ever lived along with my already long list of wonderful achievements."
Merlock resisted, abusing his wrists further in his frantic struggling. 'I can't let Sara die….I have to fight back. I can save them all. I can. I'm a vampire for God's sake, I've always had their gifts, their strengths, their powers, if there was ever a time I needed them, now would be the right time! For Sara!' his mind spilled frantically, and his dug his heels into the ground, pushing back on Petra. She was shoving at him still, but he was moving her backwards with all the raw strength he could muster. His wrists were struggling harder and faster with each push, the bonds that held them behind his back breaking after a minute. In the same second, he shoved backwards on Petra with all his might, sending her sprawling to the ground.
Merlock fell right on top of her, both elbows aimed at her stomach. As they hit, Petra screeched and leapt out from under Merlock, letting go of Change in her hysterical screaming. The startled Time Shifter landed happily on Merlock's chest, then was bounced off into his hand.
"Trying to be cute, huh? Dino! Mite! Set the place on fire! If I can't have my way, he can't have his friends!" Petra ordered, holding her bruised ribs in pain. Before Merlock could even get up, Bindi came out of nowhere and rammed into his chest. "How dare you leave me behind, Merlie! Do you have any idea what I have been through? I got my beautiful face stuck in a tree and you didn't come to help me. How could you be so thoughtless?! Yipe!" Bindi was shrieking, then Merlock batted her away and sprinted for the building.
"I don't have time for this, Bindi! Turn into your master form! You too change, don't let Petra get away! I have to save Sara and Flint!" Merlock growled, ramming himself through the poorly constructed door.
"Men….so bossy." Bindi scowled.
"Hey, no fair, I'm male!" Change snapped.
Bindi just sighed and looked at Petra and her crew. "It's all their fault, so let's teach them a lesson!" Bindi announcing, her body starting to glow as she went at the villains.
~
"Sara! Flint! Where are you? -cough-cough- Answer me!" Merlock shouted, his eyes watering at all the smoke and heat surrounding him. He didn't feel the heat the same way as most people did unless it was too close for comfort. Especially when one was in a burning house, the heat could be downright unbearable, but Merlock stood it as best he could. He'd heal from flames by tomorrow, no sacrifice was too great for Sara.
"Merlock….help….I'm above you." It was Flint's chirpy voice, but it sounded a little weak. 'Fake food….oh yeah. Least now I can be the hero for Sara….once I find her.' Merlock thought, looking up. Flint was hanging by his legs from the ceiling, tied up like a giant spider had cocooned him. His granite axe father Rocky was hanging next to him, a rope tied to his, the only one with enough strength to struggle and make himself look like an oversized pendulum.
"Never fear, Merlock is here. Hah!" Merlock said dramatically, leaping upwards. He pulled a golden-hilted dagger out from his cape and sliced both the Hammerhead's free, taking special care to catch Flint so the cave-boy wouldn't land on his head. Merlock landed with ease on the rickety floors, narrowly dodging a flaming portion of the ceiling as it came crashing down.
He untied them quickly, wasting no time in asking," Where's Sara?! Petra said she was here too!" Flint looked terribly weak, but he managed to look Merlock in the face. "In the back room. Over there!" Flint said, pointing to his left," We'll try and….oh….help you."
Merlock patted the young boy's head and smiled. "About a mile from here is the Shaolin Monastery, There should be a mess of food around the sleeping monks. If Change's powers have faded. If not, they have a big thing of rice and fish in their kict…..en" Merlock was saying, then he found he was talking to a puff of smoke. Flint had probably only heard the words food, fish and rice, running off the moment Merlock stopped saying food names.
"Where'd that energy come from….well, he'll be back soon. Petra's not my concern anymore, my superiors will understand. Sara is more important than some stupid time bandit with no taste in clothes." He said aloud, rushing to the door, but it wouldn't open. Locked….well, I'll just have to use force. I'm coming Sara!!" he shouted, ramming his shoulder as fast as he could into the door Flint had pointed to earlier.
After absorbing the initial pain of his actions first, he kept ramming it, the wood giving way slightly with every hit. When he finally got through, he felt unnaturally warm. Maybe it was seeing Sara in a yellow tank top and her usual baggy jeans, her maturing body being shown off slightly. She was out cold too, a burn on her arm.
That wasn't it exactly as he started getting a lot warmer, looking back to see that his cape had caught fire. He tossed it away frantically, not bothering to stamp it out. Merlock went for Sara instead. He made his way carefully towards her, untying her bruised wrists and ankles before bringing her close to his body.
Help me please!
Merlock stiffened a moment, then started looking around. Sara's lips hadn't moved, but it wasn't her voice he'd heard. It sounded like an older woman, maybe Jillian's age. Still, it had come out of nowhere and sounded as if it were everywhere.
Help me! Don't burn me!! Help, somebody, please!!!
Merlock leapt to his feet, holding his precious package as tightly to his body as he could. "Who's there? Madame? Where are you?" he shouted, only the loud crackling of the burning house filling his ears for a moment. He started to leave.
RUN! RUN AWAY AND NEVER LOOK BACK!
The scream had been so sudden, it scared him, so much that it made him break into a run as the house began to collapse. Burning wood and metal crashed behind as he sprinted, the doorframe bursting into flames before he could reach it, but he kept going. 'This is really going to sting, but anything for Sara. I won't let anything hurt her, I'd die for you, beloved.' He thought, shutting his eyes as he covered Sara's body with his own as best he could, and launched his body backwards out the door. He and Sara rolled across the ground, away from the flaming house just moment before it fell in on itself, burning to ashes.
Merlock couldn't move at first, almost frozen at escaping death so closely. Then he felt his bundle breathe beneath him, her lips moving against his pale blue neck. He couldn't suppress the blush, even if he knew it was an accidental touch. It was warm and soft, like a fresh rose petal. He sighed contently, trying to enjoy the moment. Then the breathing started to get faster.
He looked down to see Sara staring up at him, her cheeks beet red and her eyes wide and startled. "M….Merlock….cough….what happened?" she choked out. He frowned and helped her sit up, while he knelt before her, ignoring the pain in his own body. It felt far away to the pain in his heart, seeing his Sara injured and scared. He too off his jacket and put it around her, inspecting her wounds. They were too bad, just bright red marks and a few cuts. The bleeding had stopped, but her slender arms had several spatters of blood.
The more he stared at it, the bigger they seemed to get, something rumbling inside his mind, a craving he couldn't describe. It felt overwhelming, driving him crazy with this strange feeling.
"Merlock!? What wrong?" Sara's voice shattered his thoughts and he found his face was a few inches away from her blood-stained arm. He back away, blushing with embarrassment. 'Why did I do that? Maybe the smoke fumes got to me…..yeah, that's it, made me hear voices and feel funny.' He thought, then smiled at Sara.
"Just checking your wounds. I'll get you to a doctor as soon as Flint gets back, pretty Sara. He should have no problems in doing so with Bindi-Master and Change-Master helping him and Mr. Hammerhead. I'm more worried about toy than Petra. You're more important than anything, even my own life." He said proudly, wincing a bit as he tried moving one of his legs.
Sara noticed it and looked down, covering her mouth with her hand. Merlock didn't understand why, his legs just hurts bit, that was all. Then she pushed him over, a frantic look on her face, and he felt a blush creep up his blue cheeks as she yanked off his shoes and leggings. "Sara darling, what are you doing?" he let out nervously.
"Your legs are bleeding….Merlock, you were kneeling in a pool of blood. We've got to get you back to the 25th century now or you'll bleed out." She said, her hands pressed tightly on the back of his calves.
He wasn't blushing anymore, but still, if anyone had been around to see them like that they would have thought otherwise. He pulled his legs away, glad that he knew why they were hurting, but not so happy that it had put Sara in a panic. He looked at her and gave her his best smile, touching her face gently. "I'm a vampire, Sara dearest, I heal fast. It's all right, see? My legs are healing….Oh, don't cry, Sara. I'm ok, really, I'm more concerned about you than myself." He told her, grimacing as she began to cry.
Merlock blushed again as she rammed her face into his chest, clutching onto his white Victorian shirt. He didn't mind her blood getting on it or her tears. He held her after a bit of hesitation. It was always easy to spout poetry to her, to make her smile and shower her with affection, but when she was hurting or came at him, he always froze. He didn't quite understand why, but so long as he wasn't running from her, he didn't care.
Merlock patted her lovely fuchsia hair, leaning his chin atop her head with a smile. "Sara, please don't cry. I hate to see you cry, its hurts me." He told her, putting his arms around her to sooth her.
"I can't help it when you're like this….why do always act like you don't matter when you get hurt. Why do I have to matter more than your life, Merlock? I'd never forgive myself if you got really hurt trying to save me. Why do you do it?" she wept, suddenly looking up at him with her tear-flooding sapphire eyes.
He just looked at her a moment, his smile becoming a thin, yet child-like line, his ruby eyes looking vulnerably at Sara's. "Because I love you, Sara. I'd die for you just so you would live. I'd give up anything and everything just to see you happy."
She was still looking at him, as if she'd just had a startling awakening, an epiphany to end them all. "You honestly mean that. Why? What makes me so special….you could probably have any woman you wanted, not a little girl like me.' She said, the tears still falling from her eyes.
"I don't want other women, I just want you. You're so nice to everyone, so kind and sweet, an aura of pure goodness that makes even Getalong's love beam look like a water gun. It's not just your incredible beauty, Sara, you are a pure angel to me. I'd sacrifice everything just for you….all because I love you so truly, for who you are. I've always felt this way ever since I met you. That's the truth, Sara, I mean every word I have said, past and present." He told her, his voice fully of sincerity and love.
Sara's tears slowed, her eyes softening a bit. He smiled a little more, a soft and gentle one, his eyes half closed as he gazed at her lovingly. One hand came up, but not his own. It was Sara's, cupping his right cheek in it, her eyes searching his. He unconsciously nuzzled against it, nearly purring in his throat as he did so, taking in her wonderful flower and pure scent, the softness of her skin.
Then he felt her hand slip away, making him gasp and look at her, a little bit of fright in his eyes. "Sara….?" He asked quietly, still aware of how close they were, but he didn't let go of her.
"Merlock, you always say the nicest things to me….but you've never said that much. I mean….I've never known anyone that….talks to me like you do, then instead of helping themselves, they help me. It's all so dreamlike, like what I'm in a fairy tale. I knew how you felt about me after a while, but I didn't know it was this…deep. And that it….makes me feel like a princess." She said, her voice content and her smooth cheeks blushing slightly, her lips curving into a child-like smile and her eyes bright as stars.
Merlock smiled gently. "You are a princess, to me. You're better than all the women out there, my angel, my goddess, my light….in the darkness. No matter what it costs me, I'll love you forever, my darling Sara. No matter what, I'd do anything just to see you smile. To see your beauty, to hear your wonderful laughter, to know…just to know you were happy and alive. You're my reason for living, to protect and show my love for you. Always." He told her, his voice barely a whisper.
Sara blinked at him, a few more tears falling from her eyes, but they were different from the ones she'd shed earlier. He could almost sense it, they were tears of joy and happiness, tears that people only shed when they felt warm and wondrous inside. "Oh Merlock….that's….so….very beautiful to say. You're always so nice to me….I guess…I guess…."she was saying, rather shyly and ducked her head a bit. After a moment, she lifted her eyes to his again, her sapphire depths entrancing him further.
"You guess….what, pretty Sara?" he asked her, cocking his head to side. "I guess….I just needed more time to actually see it….with new eyes to understand how you feel…..and how I feel." She replied.
Merlock's heart started to thump madly in his chest as his ruby eyes strayed to Sara's full lips, then jerked to her eyes. She was looking down a bit, at his mouth as best he could pinpoint, then as he had done before, felt his eyes on her and looked up. He stared a few more seconds at her, then slowly moved his face towards hers.
Merlock secretly braced himself for anything that would interrupt them again, a flying Flint, a raving Bindi, a flying tree limb, animals, or even Petra's goons. He was so used to things ramming into him, preventing him from showing his love to Sara, from kissing or holding her, he had no choice but to mentally prepare his body for some kind of impact.
He was shocked to find that the only impact he got was on his mouth, soft at first, them it became a fireworks display in his mouth and all throughout his blue body. His first kiss ever, the one he'd waited for so patiently when he'd first seen Sara, the one he'd dreamed about endlessly night after night. He was kissing the angel of his dreams and she was kissing him back. Her lips were perfect on his, soft as silk and tasted unlike anything he'd ever tasted. It was like he was tasting a million emotions at once, like a fire storm had begun to toil inside him. He felt very good, so warm unlike anything he'd ever experienced, even warmed than looking at Sara made him feel. He just sunk into it, smiling inside as the kiss deepened slowly, Sara's arms wrapped about his neck.
It was beautiful, it was perfect, a moment he finally had, he had proved his love fully to Sara and she cared for him in return. He was so happy, he nearly cried.
Or he would have if a funnel of water hadn't slammed into them, sending them on their sides, wet and sputtering, but still in each others arms.
"Did you put out the fire, Dipper?" It was Flint's voice, followed by a very cute "Dipper." As Merlock and Sara sat up, they saw Dipper, Flint, and Rocky barreling through the forest, Dipper firing powerful funnels of water in their direction.
Merlock silently cursed to himself at the lousy timing on Flint's part. Still, Merlock and Sara had kissed and confessed their feelings in their own ways to one another, at least Flint hadn't had Dipper spray them before all that. He had to be grateful for that.
He looked at Sara with a smile, chuckling as she brushed his bangs off his face a bit. She smiled back, even though she was shivering. He stopped smiling once he saw her cuts were bleeding again. Merlock quickly thrust on his soaked shoes and leggings and then picked Sara up. "Time to get you to a doctor, my pretty one. The sooner you're all better, the sooner we can…talk some more." He said shyly, carrying her off towards their friends.
"All right….I'd love to." She told him, leaning her head against his chest gently, shivering again. He held her tighter, letting her feel a little warmth as he ran on.
To Be Continued….
