A.N.: Thanks Bungo for the motivation to write this. I would never have
gotten it done today unless you'd asked about Tessa. Heh heh. The time in
Germany is: 8:02 PM Here goes!
~*~*~*~Intervention Divine~*~*~*~
When Simon woke he was in a small room, cleaned up and bandaged. He brought his mind to focus and realized he was on a ship. He reached up and felt the back of his head, and regretted it immediately because it hurt, a lot. He cringed, tears welling in his eyes and he decided not to do that again. He tried to remember what had happened before. He remembered Tessa being taken away by Roger, and running, and then something hitting him, and after that it was all blank. Where was Tessa? Then it hit him, she was surely dead, he knew it. Roger would not have let her live. Then he realized how much it hurt. It was a pain he had never felt before, not from his head, but his heart. He sobbed, curling up on the bed. He shook and gasped and coughed until he felt sick. He then crawled, weeping and barely able to support his own weight, to the bathroom and threw up. He slid to the cold floor, and sobbed, drawing in shuddering breaths, and regretting what he thought was sure to be true.
"I failed him. I let him die. I failed him."
Those were the only words that passed Tessa's lips. She lay on a bed, her arm bandaged, staring at the ceiling. She stood and shakily walked into the hallway, going to find Samneric. She heard three men talking a little ways away. They were naval officers.
"Yes, two won't speak at all."
"One of them does nothing but cry. He cries until he's sick and then continues to cry."
"Well, won't he tell you why?"
"No. He seems bad off. He's passed out three times."
"Simon?" Tessa muttered. She stepped forward to the three men. "Which room?"
One of the Men pointed to the fourth door down on the right. She pressed her ear to the door, but only made out sobs and gasps. Slowly, she opened the door and walked inside.
Simon couldn't stop the pain, and his tears seemed endless. He felt light headed again, and sobbed painfully, shutting his eyes.
Tessa saw him. Her heart caught and she said nothing. He was on the floor, shaking like he was going to fall to pieces, tears choking out. She knelt beside him, "Simon."
He looked up and his eyes met hers. She was alive! His eyes widened, and she drew him into her arms and held him tightly. "Tessa? You're alive! Oh my god you're alive!" he sobbed.
"Oh honey don't cry! I'm so sorry." She found herself crying as well. He moved back to look at her, still weeping. She leaned forward and kissed his lips gently and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He stooped sobbing, but the tears, however, continued to flow fluidly from his eyes. He also continued to tremble, but only in spasms.
"What did they do to your arm?" he asked taking her bandaged arm into his hands.
"Roger he. . ." Tessa faded. Simon frowned at the pink line growing on the white bandage. Afraid he would cry more, which she definitely didn't want, Tessa tried to change the subject.
"Have you seen Samneric?" Simon shook his head. "Maybe we should find them then." Tessa added, standing. Simon stood, and almost fell back down again, but Tessa caught him and helped him up. They wandered back into the hall and asked the officers where the twins were. They pointed them to a room at the end of the hall. When the entered, they found the twins huddled together on their bed in silence.
"Samneric? Are you okay?" Tessa asked gently. Both their heads snapped up at once.
"Tessa?!" they both cried in unison. "Simon!?" they added seeing the black haired boy enter behind her.
"You're-"
"-alive!"
Tessa hugged them both. They had become sort of younger siblings to her. "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone and afraid.
"It's alright we-"
"-weren't too-"
"-afraid." They then both noticed her arm at the same time. "What happened to-"
"-your arm?"
"Roger cut me. He wanted to leave me. . . to bleed to death."
"Ohhh that Roger, he's just-"
"-Yes Roger, he's just-"
"-terrible-"
"-horrible-"
"-mean and awful-"
"-yes, awful."
"Where is he?" Simon asked, his eyes and his voice both cold and angry. Tessa looked over at him in concern. She didn't want him to know hate.
"Simon, it's okay. I'm fine. Please smile." She took his hand in hers. He smiled slightly, causing her to grin.
Just then the door opened, and in came Ralph.
"Ralph!" chorused four happy voices at once, but he did not smile. His blonde hair was hanging in his eyes, and he had scratches on his face, that appeared to be relatively and painful. Tessa saw the tears in his eyes and noticed his trembling and stood hugging her 'brother'.
"Ralph, what's wrong?" she asked him, she could feel his shaking.
"Roger. . . he told me. . .he told me he'd k. . .killed you. . ." he replied, his voice shaky.
"No, Ralph, he tried, but I'm okay. Please. . .calm down." Tessa said, she definitely didn't want her assumed existence to cause other people any extra pain.
Tessa went back to Simon and sat down. She noticed he was still shaking. "Maybe you need to get something to eat." She said taking his hand again.
"Yes! Let's get some-"
"-food. I'm starving!"
They all went to the ships cafeteria where the people working there gave them some food, all of them looking terribly sorry for the children before them. They sat at one table, Tessa keeping close to Simon. She was worried about him, she knew he was upset over something, but she couldn't be sure of what. She decided to ask him later when they were alone.
The three naval officers from before approached their table. They were making a list of what Tessa could only assume was names.
"Nice to see you're okay now lad." One officer said to Simon, who nodded in reply. "We never did clear up why it was you were so upset in the first place. Why was that?"
"I. . .I thought she was dead" he said in his usually meek voice. He had never been good with talking to other people.
"Is she your sister?"
"No. She's my sister." Ralph answered.
"Oh so she's. . . never mind." The officer gave up.
"So why weren't you two talking before?" another of the officers asked Samneric.
"We thought they-"
"-maybe they were dead.-"
"-yes, dead."
The officers all looked confused at the twins speech pattern but decided to move on.
"How old are you all?" the third officer asked.
"Well. . .how long has it been since we disappeared?" Tessa asked. They didn't have any idea how long they'd been on that island, so they didn't know how old they were now. "Two years."
"Well, then I'm 14. Simon's 14 too." She replied.
"I'm 15." Ralph said astonished. Two years? It felt like longer than that.
"We're-"
"-13."
The officer nodded and wrote this down on the paper and turned to leave. No sooner were they out the door, did two other boys enter. One boy with red hair, and another boy behind him, both of which had the remains of paint on their face. Jack and Roger. Tessa cringed slightly at the sight of Roger and scooted closer to Simon. Ralph stood up and glared at Roger.
"Why did you tell me you'd killed her?"
"I thought I had." Roger said coldly, looking over at Tessa who then took Simon's hand and they stood and left, heading towards the deck.
"Tessa. What would have. . . if you had. . . would you still be an angel?" Simon asked.
"Not the same. I would no longer be a guardian angel, I'd never be able to be human again." She explained.
"But couldn't you just change back? You know, before that happened. Before you. . .died?" he shuddered slightly at the last word.
"No. You have to say that I can leave, and mean it with all you heart and soul. Until you say otherwise, I'm yours here forever, Simon."
"But, I don't want you in danger. . .so. . .you can leave." He said quietly.
Tessa smiled warmly and shook her head. "You don't mean it. You want to keep me here Simon. You may mean it here." She brushed his hair back, "but not here." She placed her hand over his heart, then hugged him. Simon swore he felt wings brush his arms, but it was only his imagination.
"Tessa?"
"hmm?"
"If I were to die. . .before I sent you back. . ."
"I'm stuck here alone until I die."
He whimpered and pressed closer to her. "I'm sorry Tessa. . .I shouldn't have. . .I should have left you the way you were."
She shook her head, "You needed me." She whispered and, smoothing down his tangled black hair. She jumped startled when he cried out in pain. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked worried.
"My head, Maurice hit me with something. . ." he explained biting back tears. She kissed his cheek.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly and took his hand again. "You should get some rest." He nodded and they headed back towards the cabins.
Tessa sat on the floor next to Simon's bed. It was the bottom bunk of one of the 2 bunk beds in there. (A.N.: 4 total, heehee) She had insisted Simon put some ice on his head just to make sure it didn't get worse. This, however, was not the most wonderful experience for Simon, because it hurt worse than before. He lay there and cried for a good 5 minutes before it became only whimpering. Tessa held his hand and sang him to sleep in a language he didn't understand.
She then left to check on the others. Ralph's cabin was her first stop. She found him with his face buried in his pillow in tears. She nearly cried as well, for she had grown fond of the boy she had chosen to be her brother. Not nearly as fond as she was of Simon, but she cared all the same. She calmed him down, and sang again to him, only this time in English.
When Ralph was asleep she went to her final destination, the twins room. They were hanging upside down from the top bunk of one of the bunk beds when she entered. She couldn't help but laugh, she was happy to see that they were doing all right. Most everyone else was always in or nearly in tears ever since they left the island. They climbed down and insisted on sleeping in one bed, for they were too afraid to be alone.
After she was done with this, Tessa headed up to the deck again before she went to sleep herself. A storm was on its way. She was standing by the railing looking at the dark clouds and flashes of lightning in the distance when she heard someone crying. She went around a corner expecting to find one of the little'uns, but instead she saw none other than Jack. Confused but compelled to help, she moved closer.
"Jack? Are you alright?"
"Go away! Leave me alone!"
"Jack. . ."
"Now! Go away now!"
"I forgive you Jack." He then just hid his face in his hands and cried. She took him to his cabin, where he sat on the bed sobbing. Tessa wiped all the remaining paint of the hunters off of his face, and slowly, the face of Jack Merridew re-appeared.
"Jack. Tell me what you're thinking." She asked him, wanting to help.
"I killed Piggy. . ."
"No you didn't Roger-"
"I didn't stop it Tessa. I could have stopped it but I didn't. I tried to kill Simon, and you and Ralph and Samneric. . .I don't deserve to be alive." Tessa's stomach turned at that. No no Don't think that! People weren't supposed to think things like that. Especially children. She had to do something, anything to help. She asked heaven for help and placed a hand on his shoulder, "You're forgiven." He whimpered and hugged her. "Get some sleep Jack." She whispered and left quietly. She walked quickly back to Simon's cabin and climbed into the top bunk of the bed Simon was in. She heard the waves crashing and a loud clap of thunder. A bright flash of lightning shone through the small window just as the door opened. In it stood Ralph, behind him, Samneric.
"Can. . .Can we stay here with you?" Ralph asked.
"Of course." Tessa smiled. Ralph got into the bunk on top of the other bed, and Samneric in the bottom of it. Tessa's eyes closed and she dreamed of her angel friends, and her days of choosing a child to protect.
Simon had been two, and Tessa the equivalent of eight. She was an angel and therefore could be any age she wanted. Estelle, the angel in charge of her, let her choose any two-year-old child in all of England, but Simon stood out to her. He was special, she knew it. She had gone and cradled him as he slept that night. He had woken in the morning to find a feather from her wings in his bed. From then on, he knew he had an angel. Tessa knew why they felt safer with her. Her aura was what kept the peace in that room. It was why no one cried the rest of the night, and why the storm didn't frighten them. She knew many things, but she could not have known what was going to happen in the next few days.
A.N.: whoa that took forever. I took lotsa little breaks while writing this to talk to my friends on MSN, and to just stop editing in general (icck!). The time is now 11:55 PM in Germany, (now u see why it takes forever and I hate editing these! Lol) And I'm soooo posting this and then typing no more tonite! Heh heh heh. Hope u like it, it's ALMOST over. Next chapter is the last! Please review! Luv, Arwen (Lauri)
~*~*~*~Intervention Divine~*~*~*~
When Simon woke he was in a small room, cleaned up and bandaged. He brought his mind to focus and realized he was on a ship. He reached up and felt the back of his head, and regretted it immediately because it hurt, a lot. He cringed, tears welling in his eyes and he decided not to do that again. He tried to remember what had happened before. He remembered Tessa being taken away by Roger, and running, and then something hitting him, and after that it was all blank. Where was Tessa? Then it hit him, she was surely dead, he knew it. Roger would not have let her live. Then he realized how much it hurt. It was a pain he had never felt before, not from his head, but his heart. He sobbed, curling up on the bed. He shook and gasped and coughed until he felt sick. He then crawled, weeping and barely able to support his own weight, to the bathroom and threw up. He slid to the cold floor, and sobbed, drawing in shuddering breaths, and regretting what he thought was sure to be true.
"I failed him. I let him die. I failed him."
Those were the only words that passed Tessa's lips. She lay on a bed, her arm bandaged, staring at the ceiling. She stood and shakily walked into the hallway, going to find Samneric. She heard three men talking a little ways away. They were naval officers.
"Yes, two won't speak at all."
"One of them does nothing but cry. He cries until he's sick and then continues to cry."
"Well, won't he tell you why?"
"No. He seems bad off. He's passed out three times."
"Simon?" Tessa muttered. She stepped forward to the three men. "Which room?"
One of the Men pointed to the fourth door down on the right. She pressed her ear to the door, but only made out sobs and gasps. Slowly, she opened the door and walked inside.
Simon couldn't stop the pain, and his tears seemed endless. He felt light headed again, and sobbed painfully, shutting his eyes.
Tessa saw him. Her heart caught and she said nothing. He was on the floor, shaking like he was going to fall to pieces, tears choking out. She knelt beside him, "Simon."
He looked up and his eyes met hers. She was alive! His eyes widened, and she drew him into her arms and held him tightly. "Tessa? You're alive! Oh my god you're alive!" he sobbed.
"Oh honey don't cry! I'm so sorry." She found herself crying as well. He moved back to look at her, still weeping. She leaned forward and kissed his lips gently and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He stooped sobbing, but the tears, however, continued to flow fluidly from his eyes. He also continued to tremble, but only in spasms.
"What did they do to your arm?" he asked taking her bandaged arm into his hands.
"Roger he. . ." Tessa faded. Simon frowned at the pink line growing on the white bandage. Afraid he would cry more, which she definitely didn't want, Tessa tried to change the subject.
"Have you seen Samneric?" Simon shook his head. "Maybe we should find them then." Tessa added, standing. Simon stood, and almost fell back down again, but Tessa caught him and helped him up. They wandered back into the hall and asked the officers where the twins were. They pointed them to a room at the end of the hall. When the entered, they found the twins huddled together on their bed in silence.
"Samneric? Are you okay?" Tessa asked gently. Both their heads snapped up at once.
"Tessa?!" they both cried in unison. "Simon!?" they added seeing the black haired boy enter behind her.
"You're-"
"-alive!"
Tessa hugged them both. They had become sort of younger siblings to her. "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone and afraid.
"It's alright we-"
"-weren't too-"
"-afraid." They then both noticed her arm at the same time. "What happened to-"
"-your arm?"
"Roger cut me. He wanted to leave me. . . to bleed to death."
"Ohhh that Roger, he's just-"
"-Yes Roger, he's just-"
"-terrible-"
"-horrible-"
"-mean and awful-"
"-yes, awful."
"Where is he?" Simon asked, his eyes and his voice both cold and angry. Tessa looked over at him in concern. She didn't want him to know hate.
"Simon, it's okay. I'm fine. Please smile." She took his hand in hers. He smiled slightly, causing her to grin.
Just then the door opened, and in came Ralph.
"Ralph!" chorused four happy voices at once, but he did not smile. His blonde hair was hanging in his eyes, and he had scratches on his face, that appeared to be relatively and painful. Tessa saw the tears in his eyes and noticed his trembling and stood hugging her 'brother'.
"Ralph, what's wrong?" she asked him, she could feel his shaking.
"Roger. . . he told me. . .he told me he'd k. . .killed you. . ." he replied, his voice shaky.
"No, Ralph, he tried, but I'm okay. Please. . .calm down." Tessa said, she definitely didn't want her assumed existence to cause other people any extra pain.
Tessa went back to Simon and sat down. She noticed he was still shaking. "Maybe you need to get something to eat." She said taking his hand again.
"Yes! Let's get some-"
"-food. I'm starving!"
They all went to the ships cafeteria where the people working there gave them some food, all of them looking terribly sorry for the children before them. They sat at one table, Tessa keeping close to Simon. She was worried about him, she knew he was upset over something, but she couldn't be sure of what. She decided to ask him later when they were alone.
The three naval officers from before approached their table. They were making a list of what Tessa could only assume was names.
"Nice to see you're okay now lad." One officer said to Simon, who nodded in reply. "We never did clear up why it was you were so upset in the first place. Why was that?"
"I. . .I thought she was dead" he said in his usually meek voice. He had never been good with talking to other people.
"Is she your sister?"
"No. She's my sister." Ralph answered.
"Oh so she's. . . never mind." The officer gave up.
"So why weren't you two talking before?" another of the officers asked Samneric.
"We thought they-"
"-maybe they were dead.-"
"-yes, dead."
The officers all looked confused at the twins speech pattern but decided to move on.
"How old are you all?" the third officer asked.
"Well. . .how long has it been since we disappeared?" Tessa asked. They didn't have any idea how long they'd been on that island, so they didn't know how old they were now. "Two years."
"Well, then I'm 14. Simon's 14 too." She replied.
"I'm 15." Ralph said astonished. Two years? It felt like longer than that.
"We're-"
"-13."
The officer nodded and wrote this down on the paper and turned to leave. No sooner were they out the door, did two other boys enter. One boy with red hair, and another boy behind him, both of which had the remains of paint on their face. Jack and Roger. Tessa cringed slightly at the sight of Roger and scooted closer to Simon. Ralph stood up and glared at Roger.
"Why did you tell me you'd killed her?"
"I thought I had." Roger said coldly, looking over at Tessa who then took Simon's hand and they stood and left, heading towards the deck.
"Tessa. What would have. . . if you had. . . would you still be an angel?" Simon asked.
"Not the same. I would no longer be a guardian angel, I'd never be able to be human again." She explained.
"But couldn't you just change back? You know, before that happened. Before you. . .died?" he shuddered slightly at the last word.
"No. You have to say that I can leave, and mean it with all you heart and soul. Until you say otherwise, I'm yours here forever, Simon."
"But, I don't want you in danger. . .so. . .you can leave." He said quietly.
Tessa smiled warmly and shook her head. "You don't mean it. You want to keep me here Simon. You may mean it here." She brushed his hair back, "but not here." She placed her hand over his heart, then hugged him. Simon swore he felt wings brush his arms, but it was only his imagination.
"Tessa?"
"hmm?"
"If I were to die. . .before I sent you back. . ."
"I'm stuck here alone until I die."
He whimpered and pressed closer to her. "I'm sorry Tessa. . .I shouldn't have. . .I should have left you the way you were."
She shook her head, "You needed me." She whispered and, smoothing down his tangled black hair. She jumped startled when he cried out in pain. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked worried.
"My head, Maurice hit me with something. . ." he explained biting back tears. She kissed his cheek.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly and took his hand again. "You should get some rest." He nodded and they headed back towards the cabins.
Tessa sat on the floor next to Simon's bed. It was the bottom bunk of one of the 2 bunk beds in there. (A.N.: 4 total, heehee) She had insisted Simon put some ice on his head just to make sure it didn't get worse. This, however, was not the most wonderful experience for Simon, because it hurt worse than before. He lay there and cried for a good 5 minutes before it became only whimpering. Tessa held his hand and sang him to sleep in a language he didn't understand.
She then left to check on the others. Ralph's cabin was her first stop. She found him with his face buried in his pillow in tears. She nearly cried as well, for she had grown fond of the boy she had chosen to be her brother. Not nearly as fond as she was of Simon, but she cared all the same. She calmed him down, and sang again to him, only this time in English.
When Ralph was asleep she went to her final destination, the twins room. They were hanging upside down from the top bunk of one of the bunk beds when she entered. She couldn't help but laugh, she was happy to see that they were doing all right. Most everyone else was always in or nearly in tears ever since they left the island. They climbed down and insisted on sleeping in one bed, for they were too afraid to be alone.
After she was done with this, Tessa headed up to the deck again before she went to sleep herself. A storm was on its way. She was standing by the railing looking at the dark clouds and flashes of lightning in the distance when she heard someone crying. She went around a corner expecting to find one of the little'uns, but instead she saw none other than Jack. Confused but compelled to help, she moved closer.
"Jack? Are you alright?"
"Go away! Leave me alone!"
"Jack. . ."
"Now! Go away now!"
"I forgive you Jack." He then just hid his face in his hands and cried. She took him to his cabin, where he sat on the bed sobbing. Tessa wiped all the remaining paint of the hunters off of his face, and slowly, the face of Jack Merridew re-appeared.
"Jack. Tell me what you're thinking." She asked him, wanting to help.
"I killed Piggy. . ."
"No you didn't Roger-"
"I didn't stop it Tessa. I could have stopped it but I didn't. I tried to kill Simon, and you and Ralph and Samneric. . .I don't deserve to be alive." Tessa's stomach turned at that. No no Don't think that! People weren't supposed to think things like that. Especially children. She had to do something, anything to help. She asked heaven for help and placed a hand on his shoulder, "You're forgiven." He whimpered and hugged her. "Get some sleep Jack." She whispered and left quietly. She walked quickly back to Simon's cabin and climbed into the top bunk of the bed Simon was in. She heard the waves crashing and a loud clap of thunder. A bright flash of lightning shone through the small window just as the door opened. In it stood Ralph, behind him, Samneric.
"Can. . .Can we stay here with you?" Ralph asked.
"Of course." Tessa smiled. Ralph got into the bunk on top of the other bed, and Samneric in the bottom of it. Tessa's eyes closed and she dreamed of her angel friends, and her days of choosing a child to protect.
Simon had been two, and Tessa the equivalent of eight. She was an angel and therefore could be any age she wanted. Estelle, the angel in charge of her, let her choose any two-year-old child in all of England, but Simon stood out to her. He was special, she knew it. She had gone and cradled him as he slept that night. He had woken in the morning to find a feather from her wings in his bed. From then on, he knew he had an angel. Tessa knew why they felt safer with her. Her aura was what kept the peace in that room. It was why no one cried the rest of the night, and why the storm didn't frighten them. She knew many things, but she could not have known what was going to happen in the next few days.
A.N.: whoa that took forever. I took lotsa little breaks while writing this to talk to my friends on MSN, and to just stop editing in general (icck!). The time is now 11:55 PM in Germany, (now u see why it takes forever and I hate editing these! Lol) And I'm soooo posting this and then typing no more tonite! Heh heh heh. Hope u like it, it's ALMOST over. Next chapter is the last! Please review! Luv, Arwen (Lauri)