A/N: Look who got around to update : D Sorry folks, I slacked off : ( I think what I'm going to in the future is add a new chapter every weekend (Friday, Saturday, or Sunday - no later!) that way I'm on some kind of a schedule and I have no choice but to update. I work a little better on a schedule : ) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only WISH I could have come up with the idea for this story on my own, but that credit goes to the writers of The Family Man, sorry folks, I'm not all talent : ) Characters of Lizzie McGuire I do not own in any way. Except Gordo, he's all mine. Yummyyy : )
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Ch. 3 - A Familiar Face
David was completely lost in his thoughts. He felt tired, and a bit hungry, but he couldn't sleep if he tried, and he knew that with the mess of emotions running through his body he wouldn't be able to eat either. So he sat there, staring blankly at the television as it blared the muted infomercial, and he wondered. He found himself wondering where -he- might be right now if he had made different choices in his life. Would he be as successful as he was now? Would he be working some 9-5 and stuck in a rut with someone he didn't love? Or would he be alone, like he was now? Would things had worked out the way his heart had wanted them to if he hadn't given up on that fateful autumn day? Would he be happy?
"You can find out you know." David felt, he actually -felt- his heart -stop-. His mind quickly went over the facts - He came home alone. He went to bed alone. He awoke alone. - when they didn't add up, and he could come up with no logical explanation for the voice he had just heard, he did the only thing he could think to do. He screamed like a little girl.
"Ahhhh!" If someone were to ask him years and years from then how he had reacted, he would have sworn on all things he held dear that he jumped 50 feet into the air and hit notes he never knew he was capable of hitting. He flew from his spot on the sofa and across the room to the umbrella bin near the door, and after tearing one of the more weapon-like umbrella's from the bin, he spun around to face the intruder. What he was met with knocked all the air from his lungs, and stopped his hearts beatings once again. The way this night was going, he wouldn't be surprised if he was dead by morning.
"Miranda?!?!" He screeched, incredulously. Miranda Sanchez smiled broadly and rose from her seated position on his sofa and made her way towards him.
"Calm down, I'm not entirely who you think I am." She leaned against the arm of the sofa and watched in amusement as confusion and fear etched across her old friends face.
"I know I look a lot...ok, exactly like someone you used to know and love very dearly, but believe me, I'm not her. I'm just...an illusion of her, if you will." She held her arms out, as if presenting herself, and grinned cheekily. David was still lost, and still holding his weapon, untrusting of this...illusion from his past.
"So...I'm dreaming?" He ventured, praying that the answer was a bold and confident 'yes'. He felt like crying as Illusion-Miranda shook her head sympathetically.
"No, you're as awake as I am...or, would be if I were, like, -real-. Anyway, I'm here to give you a chance." When she didn't explain her statement any further, David dropped his umbrella-weapon slightly and raised a single brow in question.
"Well, it's what I do. I give people chances." She responded to his silent question. He watched her carefully as he made his way past her and back to his sofa, keeping his umbrella-weapon pointed towards her in case she turned into something...not welcome. Once he reached it, he sat tensely on his sofa, still eyeing Illusion-Miranda with caution.
"What sort of...chances are you talking about?" He questioned, gripping his umbrella-weapon tighter when she moved to sit next to him.
"Oh chances of all kinds. I give people the chance to come back after they've died unexpectedly. I give people the chance be somewhere else in their life, or with someone else. I give people the chance to go back, make different choices, do things over. And I give people the chance to see what would have been. That's why I'm here for you." She looked at him pointedly, and he again raised a questioning brow.
"I never summoned any chance givers of any kind, so...you can go." He pointed his umbrella to the door and watched her expectantly, shooing her away with his eyes. Miranda merely laughed and shook her head.
"There's no summoning ritual where I'm concerned, I think you've been watching too much Buffy. The only 'summoning' done is wondering. And I know for a fact that you've been doing a lot of wondering tonight. I have it on record, so don't try to deny it. You're curious mind 'summoned' me up, and I'm here to give you a chance." David shook his head, not wanting anything to do with this Miranda look-alike chance giver.
"Oh no, I don't want anything, I'm perfectly fine with everything I have. I was just confused and tired. So you can just go on about your merry way and give some other poor wonderer a chance at a new life or whatever the hell you give." This time he stood up, umbrella in hand, and walked over to the door, opening it and waving umbrella through it, signaling Miranda to leave. She stood as well and followed him, smiling mischievously. David held his umbrella up and pointed it at her cautiously as she neared him.
"I'm afraid there's no way out of this, David. You wondered what it would have been like if you had made different choices. I'm here to give you the chance to find out. Not many people get this chance, David, you should feel very honored." And with that she walked out the door, waving her hand over head, and disappeared into the dark hallway of the apartment complex. David closed his door, shaking his head in disbelief, telling himself repeatedly that he was going crazy from exhaustion.
"Just go to sleep man, once you get some rest everything will be right again. Sleep, just sleep." He told himself as he crawled back into his bed. This time he was too tired to think about anything, and unconsciousness overtook his body the instant his head hit the pillow and he faded into the blackness of sleep. The message from his mother, his thoughts and memories, the Miranda-look alike visit, all faded into a dream.
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A/N: There you have it! It's all starting to unfold, eh? I hope you liked it. Expect the next chapter next weekend : ) Oh, and thank you a million times for all your lovely reviews, you people rock my socks mannn! Keep all that sweetness up, kay? It fuels my fire : )
Disclaimer: I only WISH I could have come up with the idea for this story on my own, but that credit goes to the writers of The Family Man, sorry folks, I'm not all talent : ) Characters of Lizzie McGuire I do not own in any way. Except Gordo, he's all mine. Yummyyy : )
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Ch. 3 - A Familiar Face
David was completely lost in his thoughts. He felt tired, and a bit hungry, but he couldn't sleep if he tried, and he knew that with the mess of emotions running through his body he wouldn't be able to eat either. So he sat there, staring blankly at the television as it blared the muted infomercial, and he wondered. He found himself wondering where -he- might be right now if he had made different choices in his life. Would he be as successful as he was now? Would he be working some 9-5 and stuck in a rut with someone he didn't love? Or would he be alone, like he was now? Would things had worked out the way his heart had wanted them to if he hadn't given up on that fateful autumn day? Would he be happy?
"You can find out you know." David felt, he actually -felt- his heart -stop-. His mind quickly went over the facts - He came home alone. He went to bed alone. He awoke alone. - when they didn't add up, and he could come up with no logical explanation for the voice he had just heard, he did the only thing he could think to do. He screamed like a little girl.
"Ahhhh!" If someone were to ask him years and years from then how he had reacted, he would have sworn on all things he held dear that he jumped 50 feet into the air and hit notes he never knew he was capable of hitting. He flew from his spot on the sofa and across the room to the umbrella bin near the door, and after tearing one of the more weapon-like umbrella's from the bin, he spun around to face the intruder. What he was met with knocked all the air from his lungs, and stopped his hearts beatings once again. The way this night was going, he wouldn't be surprised if he was dead by morning.
"Miranda?!?!" He screeched, incredulously. Miranda Sanchez smiled broadly and rose from her seated position on his sofa and made her way towards him.
"Calm down, I'm not entirely who you think I am." She leaned against the arm of the sofa and watched in amusement as confusion and fear etched across her old friends face.
"I know I look a lot...ok, exactly like someone you used to know and love very dearly, but believe me, I'm not her. I'm just...an illusion of her, if you will." She held her arms out, as if presenting herself, and grinned cheekily. David was still lost, and still holding his weapon, untrusting of this...illusion from his past.
"So...I'm dreaming?" He ventured, praying that the answer was a bold and confident 'yes'. He felt like crying as Illusion-Miranda shook her head sympathetically.
"No, you're as awake as I am...or, would be if I were, like, -real-. Anyway, I'm here to give you a chance." When she didn't explain her statement any further, David dropped his umbrella-weapon slightly and raised a single brow in question.
"Well, it's what I do. I give people chances." She responded to his silent question. He watched her carefully as he made his way past her and back to his sofa, keeping his umbrella-weapon pointed towards her in case she turned into something...not welcome. Once he reached it, he sat tensely on his sofa, still eyeing Illusion-Miranda with caution.
"What sort of...chances are you talking about?" He questioned, gripping his umbrella-weapon tighter when she moved to sit next to him.
"Oh chances of all kinds. I give people the chance to come back after they've died unexpectedly. I give people the chance be somewhere else in their life, or with someone else. I give people the chance to go back, make different choices, do things over. And I give people the chance to see what would have been. That's why I'm here for you." She looked at him pointedly, and he again raised a questioning brow.
"I never summoned any chance givers of any kind, so...you can go." He pointed his umbrella to the door and watched her expectantly, shooing her away with his eyes. Miranda merely laughed and shook her head.
"There's no summoning ritual where I'm concerned, I think you've been watching too much Buffy. The only 'summoning' done is wondering. And I know for a fact that you've been doing a lot of wondering tonight. I have it on record, so don't try to deny it. You're curious mind 'summoned' me up, and I'm here to give you a chance." David shook his head, not wanting anything to do with this Miranda look-alike chance giver.
"Oh no, I don't want anything, I'm perfectly fine with everything I have. I was just confused and tired. So you can just go on about your merry way and give some other poor wonderer a chance at a new life or whatever the hell you give." This time he stood up, umbrella in hand, and walked over to the door, opening it and waving umbrella through it, signaling Miranda to leave. She stood as well and followed him, smiling mischievously. David held his umbrella up and pointed it at her cautiously as she neared him.
"I'm afraid there's no way out of this, David. You wondered what it would have been like if you had made different choices. I'm here to give you the chance to find out. Not many people get this chance, David, you should feel very honored." And with that she walked out the door, waving her hand over head, and disappeared into the dark hallway of the apartment complex. David closed his door, shaking his head in disbelief, telling himself repeatedly that he was going crazy from exhaustion.
"Just go to sleep man, once you get some rest everything will be right again. Sleep, just sleep." He told himself as he crawled back into his bed. This time he was too tired to think about anything, and unconsciousness overtook his body the instant his head hit the pillow and he faded into the blackness of sleep. The message from his mother, his thoughts and memories, the Miranda-look alike visit, all faded into a dream.
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A/N: There you have it! It's all starting to unfold, eh? I hope you liked it. Expect the next chapter next weekend : ) Oh, and thank you a million times for all your lovely reviews, you people rock my socks mannn! Keep all that sweetness up, kay? It fuels my fire : )