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: A mistake corrected, Mark had been dead for Twenty years, not fifteen. He died when Jamie was nine or ten. She's now thirty.
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(Jamie's POV)
I swear, I have never been as scared as I was when I saw Damon laying into Mark. When Benny appeared and managed to calm the guy down, I ran to my brother and tired to wake him up. He was unconscious for a few minutes. He woke up coughing and spluttering.
"Mark! Mark! Are you okay?" I said, anxiously.
"Yeah." He said in a bit of a croaking voice. "I'm okay. Geez. That guy has a temper that could take on a cave troll."
"Yeah. Come on. Let's get you inside."
(Mark's POV)
When I got inside, everyone but young Ria left me alone. She sat beside me and we talked about things that she had done while she had been staying in Silverwood. Jamie had told me that she had been enrolled at Elrond's school for the next year, but since she had missed so much school, she had to repeat sixth grade. Jamie said she was going to ring Elrond and ask him to come over. She did just that a couple of days later.
Someone knocked on the door and Jamie opened it. From the voices, I could tell it was Elrond, and Elladan and Elrohir. They'd been good friends of mine back in school, and I know they were pretty knocked up about my death. Seems kinda weird to talk about my death when I'm alive again. But then again, how many people do you know whom their fathers murder and get resurrected twenty years later by their little sister? Not many I can assume.
Jamie took the three into the kitchen and made them tea. I was waiting in the hall for her to call me in.
"How have you been, Elrond? I haven't seen you guys for a long time."
"We're fine, Jamie. How's everyone going around here?"
"Great. Kirby has settled down quite well. I called you because I wanted you to meet someone."
"Really? Who?" Elladan asked, curious.
"Hey, you can come in now." Jamie called to me. I walked in the door and everyone just stared. I stood there and sort of smiled. Elrohir was the first to speak.
"Mark? Is that really you?"
"Yeah. Hey Elrohir."
"You're dead. How the hell can you be here?"
"Jamie resurrected me with that book that you guys gave me for my birthday."
Elrond got up and hugged me. I hugged back. Elrond had always been a father figure to me after all. We spent the whole day just talking and catching up. I told them about Benny and Damon and all the rest. Elladan and Elrohir promised on the grave of their mother that they'd always be my friends. I was shocked. They only swore on their mother's grave when they were really serious about something. I felt really touched. Jamie left us to catch up and went with the kids to the tree house outside. As the kids played, Elladan, Elrond and Elrohir and I all began to talk about our good times when the twins and I were at school. There was one occasion I remembered when we had put fake slime in a bucket above Gandalf's door. I think you can guess what happened. Yeah, we all got detention.
*Elrond's school goes from grade seven to grade twelve, but grade seven and eight are considered the same year level. Weird I know, but, hey, this is a fan fiction. I can' do what ever I want.
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: A mistake corrected, Mark had been dead for Twenty years, not fifteen. He died when Jamie was nine or ten. She's now thirty.
+~+~+~+
(Jamie's POV)
I swear, I have never been as scared as I was when I saw Damon laying into Mark. When Benny appeared and managed to calm the guy down, I ran to my brother and tired to wake him up. He was unconscious for a few minutes. He woke up coughing and spluttering.
"Mark! Mark! Are you okay?" I said, anxiously.
"Yeah." He said in a bit of a croaking voice. "I'm okay. Geez. That guy has a temper that could take on a cave troll."
"Yeah. Come on. Let's get you inside."
(Mark's POV)
When I got inside, everyone but young Ria left me alone. She sat beside me and we talked about things that she had done while she had been staying in Silverwood. Jamie had told me that she had been enrolled at Elrond's school for the next year, but since she had missed so much school, she had to repeat sixth grade. Jamie said she was going to ring Elrond and ask him to come over. She did just that a couple of days later.
Someone knocked on the door and Jamie opened it. From the voices, I could tell it was Elrond, and Elladan and Elrohir. They'd been good friends of mine back in school, and I know they were pretty knocked up about my death. Seems kinda weird to talk about my death when I'm alive again. But then again, how many people do you know whom their fathers murder and get resurrected twenty years later by their little sister? Not many I can assume.
Jamie took the three into the kitchen and made them tea. I was waiting in the hall for her to call me in.
"How have you been, Elrond? I haven't seen you guys for a long time."
"We're fine, Jamie. How's everyone going around here?"
"Great. Kirby has settled down quite well. I called you because I wanted you to meet someone."
"Really? Who?" Elladan asked, curious.
"Hey, you can come in now." Jamie called to me. I walked in the door and everyone just stared. I stood there and sort of smiled. Elrohir was the first to speak.
"Mark? Is that really you?"
"Yeah. Hey Elrohir."
"You're dead. How the hell can you be here?"
"Jamie resurrected me with that book that you guys gave me for my birthday."
Elrond got up and hugged me. I hugged back. Elrond had always been a father figure to me after all. We spent the whole day just talking and catching up. I told them about Benny and Damon and all the rest. Elladan and Elrohir promised on the grave of their mother that they'd always be my friends. I was shocked. They only swore on their mother's grave when they were really serious about something. I felt really touched. Jamie left us to catch up and went with the kids to the tree house outside. As the kids played, Elladan, Elrond and Elrohir and I all began to talk about our good times when the twins and I were at school. There was one occasion I remembered when we had put fake slime in a bucket above Gandalf's door. I think you can guess what happened. Yeah, we all got detention.
*Elrond's school goes from grade seven to grade twelve, but grade seven and eight are considered the same year level. Weird I know, but, hey, this is a fan fiction. I can' do what ever I want.