Life After High School - Ten Years Later
By Risty and Silver
Disclaimer: We wish we own them but we don't, so . . . ahh screw it, we don't own them. Damn it!
Summary: **carries on watching Parkinson on TV** Find out for yourself. I'm busy.
A/N: Good for you Silver! Yaay! . . . I'm going over here now . . . okay . . .
A/N 2: This is set before Boromir's body was found and put in the papers.
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The next day, after Boromir had attacked us, I got a call from Benny.
"Jamie, Emma is awake, but don't come and visit. We don't want to stir up any bad memories, okay?"
"Sure, Benny. I don't want to leave the house anyway. The kids are coming home today and we all want to spend time with Kirby."
"Sure . . . Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I take it Damon didn't tell you what he did, huh?"
"No . . . what did he do?"
"He followed Ria and me and attacked Boromir who attacked us."
"WHAT?!"
"Settle down."
"Sorry. Shock. But, Damon has been known to fly off the handle."
I chuckled slightly. "Yeah. Oh, Mark is motioning to give the phone to him, wanna say hi?"
"Huh? . . . Sure. I guess so."
"Here you go." I handed the phone to my brother and sat on the couch, watching Monty Python reruns. Mark and Benny sounded nervous at first but after five minutes, they were talking avidly about the old times. It was weird, how could they fight one moment and sound like old friends the next, when Emma and I couldn't? Easy, Emma had a hard time trusting people. Especially me, now. I hoped she'd be okay.
The next day, Frodo went out early to get the paper. When he came back, he was white as a sheet.
"Frodo, what's wrong?" I asked. He showed me the paper.
"Gondor's Most Popular Man, Found Dead." The headline read. "Boromir South, aged 31, was found dead late yesterday afternoon just outside of Bree. Found by local, Barliman Butterbur, Inn Keeper of the Prancing Pony, who was walking through the forest, in a search for apples. Butterbur came across Mr South and ran to call the police, who put it down to the evil gang of Gondor, The Black Dogs. Rumor has it, from Boromir's ex-wife, Adele that he was in financial trouble and turned to the Black Dogs for help. He failed to pay them back, with interest and paid with his life instead."
My eyes were widened. "Wowie." I whistled long and low. I didn't say any more about the matter because Fortuna and Ria had come downstairs. Ria had Kirby on her back. They were giggling and carrying on. The boys were outside, playing with their dogs, which had missed them terribly. Adele and her children had gone back to Midgewood to stay with her mother.
After breakfast, we all packed a picnic an went to the park, where the dogs had a good run about. When we got home, there was Bilbo, holding a basket and just about to go in the door. He saw us and smiled. The old hobbit was getting on in years, but, being a great friend of Elrond, the school principal had given him immortal life. We were grateful. We didn't want to lose our favorite relative. The kids bustled him inside, except Kirby, who had never, met him. He set the basket down on the table.
"Open it." He said to Kirby, after they had been introduced. Kirby lifted the lid and squealed as a golden retriever puppy licked her hand. We all laughed. It was custom for Bilbo to bring a new member of the family a dog. But I got a surprise when he looked at me and said. "Look inside, Jamie." So I did. Imagine my surprise when another golden retriever puppy poked her head out.
"That's Dipsy," said Bilbo, pointing at Kirby's puppy. "And that's Brady." Pointing at mine. I hugged him. It had been almost three months since Casper had died. Brady was cute as well.
But something was nagging me. All day, I hoped that Emma would be all right.
By Risty and Silver
Disclaimer: We wish we own them but we don't, so . . . ahh screw it, we don't own them. Damn it!
Summary: **carries on watching Parkinson on TV** Find out for yourself. I'm busy.
A/N: Good for you Silver! Yaay! . . . I'm going over here now . . . okay . . .
A/N 2: This is set before Boromir's body was found and put in the papers.
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The next day, after Boromir had attacked us, I got a call from Benny.
"Jamie, Emma is awake, but don't come and visit. We don't want to stir up any bad memories, okay?"
"Sure, Benny. I don't want to leave the house anyway. The kids are coming home today and we all want to spend time with Kirby."
"Sure . . . Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I take it Damon didn't tell you what he did, huh?"
"No . . . what did he do?"
"He followed Ria and me and attacked Boromir who attacked us."
"WHAT?!"
"Settle down."
"Sorry. Shock. But, Damon has been known to fly off the handle."
I chuckled slightly. "Yeah. Oh, Mark is motioning to give the phone to him, wanna say hi?"
"Huh? . . . Sure. I guess so."
"Here you go." I handed the phone to my brother and sat on the couch, watching Monty Python reruns. Mark and Benny sounded nervous at first but after five minutes, they were talking avidly about the old times. It was weird, how could they fight one moment and sound like old friends the next, when Emma and I couldn't? Easy, Emma had a hard time trusting people. Especially me, now. I hoped she'd be okay.
The next day, Frodo went out early to get the paper. When he came back, he was white as a sheet.
"Frodo, what's wrong?" I asked. He showed me the paper.
"Gondor's Most Popular Man, Found Dead." The headline read. "Boromir South, aged 31, was found dead late yesterday afternoon just outside of Bree. Found by local, Barliman Butterbur, Inn Keeper of the Prancing Pony, who was walking through the forest, in a search for apples. Butterbur came across Mr South and ran to call the police, who put it down to the evil gang of Gondor, The Black Dogs. Rumor has it, from Boromir's ex-wife, Adele that he was in financial trouble and turned to the Black Dogs for help. He failed to pay them back, with interest and paid with his life instead."
My eyes were widened. "Wowie." I whistled long and low. I didn't say any more about the matter because Fortuna and Ria had come downstairs. Ria had Kirby on her back. They were giggling and carrying on. The boys were outside, playing with their dogs, which had missed them terribly. Adele and her children had gone back to Midgewood to stay with her mother.
After breakfast, we all packed a picnic an went to the park, where the dogs had a good run about. When we got home, there was Bilbo, holding a basket and just about to go in the door. He saw us and smiled. The old hobbit was getting on in years, but, being a great friend of Elrond, the school principal had given him immortal life. We were grateful. We didn't want to lose our favorite relative. The kids bustled him inside, except Kirby, who had never, met him. He set the basket down on the table.
"Open it." He said to Kirby, after they had been introduced. Kirby lifted the lid and squealed as a golden retriever puppy licked her hand. We all laughed. It was custom for Bilbo to bring a new member of the family a dog. But I got a surprise when he looked at me and said. "Look inside, Jamie." So I did. Imagine my surprise when another golden retriever puppy poked her head out.
"That's Dipsy," said Bilbo, pointing at Kirby's puppy. "And that's Brady." Pointing at mine. I hugged him. It had been almost three months since Casper had died. Brady was cute as well.
But something was nagging me. All day, I hoped that Emma would be all right.