Back to the Glen
Fantasy Island Fan Fiction
I do not own the copyrights to Fantasy Island
Note: Since Fantasy Island lends itself was a crossover type of show , and since there is no category for Fantasy Island and Monarch of the Glen I am posting this under Fantasy Island. Please, do not take offense.
Ch. 1
Normally Roark would have greeted his guest right off the plane, but he'd not been feeling well all morning, that being the case the gals now hurrying towards his office had been met by Tattoo's nephew and asked them if they'd please join Roark that afternoon; after he'd had a chance to settle his stomach.
"Aw, come on Lizzy..." Janet groaned as she pulled my arm towards my cousin's office. "... It's not a bad surprise; humor me at least." Ugh, I seriously consider telling my friend to go blow, but that wouldn't be nice. I guess it wouldn't hurt to listen to what she got our host go consent to.
The famous white building came into sight, and we were sitting in Roark's office soon enough. None of the furniture had changed since last time my friend had showed me any brochure. I'm sure the man simply preferred to ignore the fact time marches to a steady beat. Roark smiles as if reading my mind, but gets to the subject at hand rather than the décor of his office.
"Has your friend told you why you're both here?" He chuckles when I tell my relation of course not. "I thought that might be the case as it is your birthday after all." Wise man keeps my age to himself.
"So, why are we here?" In spite of myself, I am getting very curious as to what my friend has up her sleeve.
"Janet has paid for you to return to the Glen in Scotland." The glen, give me a break. There are tons of glens in Scotland, and I say as much. Roark leans forward and repeats what he said except this time he emphasizes the word 'The' and tacks on it is the one visited as a youth; I physically jerk in shock.
"You can't be serious; that place isn't real." Seriously, it wasn't. My brother and I would in the forests of our home after watching Monarch of the Glen in my grandmother's front room. It was during the times we'd be in 'the glen'.
"Oh, is that so?" Roark goes onto explain it was very real. "Your brother knew it was real, I…" The man's shoulders sag and all of a sudden he looks extremely old and worn out. "…he…came to me five years ago wanting to go back for a visit. I saw no reason for him not to and the trip was arranged." Five years? My brother had disappearance matched that time frame and without even having to think about it my body leaned forward. "He was only supposed to stay a week, but when I went to get him he was gone, and I couldn't find him anywhere."
"You had a failed fantasy?" I was too shocked to say anything else; even to crack down on the fact it involved my brother.
"It's not something I care to admit to." Roark sighed, "When Janet wrote and explained what she wanted I thought it might give you a chance to find him."
"If he disappeared, what's to say the same thing won't happen to me?" My senses snapped back into place and I bit out the words harsher than was meant. My relation flinched, but still answered honestly…without taking offense at my tone.
"I can't guarantee it wouldn't which is why, if you wish, we could simply recreate the glen type look here and the week could spent without ever leaving the island." You know what? I think that cousin of mine was hoping I'd take the second choice, but an obsession quickly grabbed a hold of me, and I insisted I would rather go straight to the glen of my youth.
"I was afraid you might say that." Roark admitted what I'd already figured out. "Follow me." He reluctantly stood up and had us follow him outdoors.
"First, I'll show you to the bungalow where you'll be spending the night. Then, if you still wish to go, I will pick you up and take you to the local airstrip where a pilot will be waiting to take you to the glen." None of us spoke anymore as we all fell into our own thoughts.
I dare say Janet was excited to be making any trip at all as she normally kept to her dull routine of daycare children. Roark was most likely wishing he'd not ever granted my brother's fantasy, and me? Phewy, I doubted I'd sleep tonight for all I could think was The Glen's real. My brother found the glen and its residents. My excitement would have quickly been dulled had Roark been more open that night rather than in the morning, but he wasn't. My energy stayed sky high almost the whole entire night. Which meant, of course, I didn't sleep that much.