Where all is but dream,
reasoning and arguments are of no use,
truth and knowledge nothing.
-John Locke
*Author's Notes*- I still get out of bed this way when I have to get up in the middle of the night.
She awoke groggy, confused and lost. She couldn't see and feared for a moment she had gone blind; when she saw a moonbeam slice through a thin opening in the heavy blanket being used as a curtain, she was relieved.
Still unaware of just exactly were she was, she kicked the warm blanket off and swung sideways, until she was poised precisely on the edge of the lumpy matress. She felt down with her toes, blindly groping for a foothold, and was surprised to find one so close to the ground. She stood up, knocking over a cup and spilling some type of sweet smelling liquid onto the wooden planks. She quietly cursed herself and pushed forward, hurting her feet every few moments until her head knocked into the closed door with a soft bump. Rubbing her head and releasing a pout, she pushed open a door almost too heavy for her puny arms.
The dull yellow light a the end of the hall seemed to beacon her. Why had she been in a bed? She remembered always sleeping on the couch when she was with the boys. Did she have another fit because of the storm? Did they put her there because they felt sorry for her?
She frowned as the yellow light began to get brighter. It began to burn her eyes, little wasps of pain inside her head seemed incredibly irritable.
Then the laughter started. Not cruel, not mocking. Little wisps of a child's laughter. She listened to the soft sounds of a small girl laugh, and sometimes a little boy would join her. The bright light was getting more intense, but she couldn't stop. She had to see the children.
"Adam, Adam!" A small girl with ebony skin and large green eyes smiled at the boy with short brown hair and beady little prussian blue eyes as she played with a tiny mobile suit doll. It was white and blue, and she began folding it into an airplane like a cheap Transformer toy. "Look what I made! Julius says it's the best one he's ever seen!"
The boy guffawed in protest as he held up another doll, this one shiny and black, with a cute little wand sticking out of it's tiny hand. "Well, Eve, Garrette says mine is the best one he's ever seen. Julius' probably just trying to not make you cry."
She began to tear up, her frizzy hair becoming more visible as the light slowly receded. "Not true, not true!"
Adam smiled. "Yep, he said that all right." Eve started to sob, and the boy with the dangerous eyes began to soften, his search for trouble receding.
He sat down and handed her another doll, this one looking very much like a dragon, and said "No, I was just joking, Evie. Here. I've been working on this one for awhile, why don't you show it to Otto? We haven't made him one yet, and I think he feels left out, you know?"
The light fully receded in time for The Girl to see Eve's reaction. Her eyes expressed such happiness as she took a soft hold of the tiny dragon doll, her face beaming admiration for her friend. The Girl smiled, taking this all in like a dream, a scene from a home she always had wanted.
"Who are you?" The Girl raised her head in shock at the sound of the boy's voice. She took a step backwards as he walked towards her. When she turned to run, he yelled out "Hey, wait! We don't get a lot of kids in here!"
She reluctantly turned to face the boy. While Eve looked much younger than her, only three or four, Adam looked almost ten or eleven. "Where am I?" She asked, her voice suddenly pouty, as if she had been caught in a place she wasn't meant to be.
He smiled. "Why, we're at OZ, silly. Now-" before he finished, she yelled out. "OZ?! OZ?! Why am I at OZ?! I just escaped! I don't like it here!"
She kept crying until a young man came in, only in his early twenties, and restrained her. He was obviously surprised to see another child there and sternly asked "Now just who are you, young ma'am, and how did you get in here?"
She frowned, confusion muddling her mind, "I was just, I just-" She slowly pointed towards the hallway behind her, sleepiness taking hold of her mind. She turned to show him the room, to ask whose it was, but saw only a bright yellow wall.
"Hey, Quatre, she's getting up!" She stared into the bright blue eyes of Duo Maxwell. as she pushed herself out of the bed, he smiled. "Hey, glad you're up."
She looked around her in amazement. "Where's Adam and Eve?"
Duo raised an eyebrow, but still held fast to his smile. "Adam and Eve? What, like the bible?" She now raised an eyebrow at him. "What's a bible?"
The two stared at each other in confusion for a few seconds before Quatre walked in. He smiled lightly when he saw the girl's revival for himself.
"So how are you?" he asked as he walked over to her. She smiled to reassure him, but swept her head from side to side in an effort to locate the mysteriously vanished children. Quatre and Duo looked sideways at each other before Duo said "What are you looking for?"
She frowned. "The other children." She began to describe them, as if they could help her find them. "One had brown hair and eyes like Heero's, except they were nice, and he held a little black MD, and he has friends named Garrette and Otto, and he had a little dragon MD, and the girl was a girl named Eve and she had a white MD and a friend named Julius, oh, the boy was named-" Quatre brought a finger to her lips.
"A dream." He smiled. "Heero and Wufei have left, but we've all decided you'll see them again. Trowa will be leaving soon. He wanted to make sure you'd be all right." He handed her something from his pocket. A little golden band with a pink stone. It wasn't fancy, but it was the most beautifu thng the small girl had ever seen. Quatre smiled as he put it on her right middle finger. "This once belonged to my sister Iria. I want you to have it."
She smiled. "You miss her, don't you Quatre-sama?" He nodded in a melancholy way, not bothering to aske her how she knew that Iria was gone. She reached out suddenly and pulled him close. Into his ear, she whispered, "I'll be your sister, Quatre-sama. I've never had a family."
Quatre smiled sadly as he placed a hand on the back of her tawny tresses.
"I'd like that very much."
"Good. Then call me Moira."
reasoning and arguments are of no use,
truth and knowledge nothing.
-John Locke
*Author's Notes*- I still get out of bed this way when I have to get up in the middle of the night.
She awoke groggy, confused and lost. She couldn't see and feared for a moment she had gone blind; when she saw a moonbeam slice through a thin opening in the heavy blanket being used as a curtain, she was relieved.
Still unaware of just exactly were she was, she kicked the warm blanket off and swung sideways, until she was poised precisely on the edge of the lumpy matress. She felt down with her toes, blindly groping for a foothold, and was surprised to find one so close to the ground. She stood up, knocking over a cup and spilling some type of sweet smelling liquid onto the wooden planks. She quietly cursed herself and pushed forward, hurting her feet every few moments until her head knocked into the closed door with a soft bump. Rubbing her head and releasing a pout, she pushed open a door almost too heavy for her puny arms.
The dull yellow light a the end of the hall seemed to beacon her. Why had she been in a bed? She remembered always sleeping on the couch when she was with the boys. Did she have another fit because of the storm? Did they put her there because they felt sorry for her?
She frowned as the yellow light began to get brighter. It began to burn her eyes, little wasps of pain inside her head seemed incredibly irritable.
Then the laughter started. Not cruel, not mocking. Little wisps of a child's laughter. She listened to the soft sounds of a small girl laugh, and sometimes a little boy would join her. The bright light was getting more intense, but she couldn't stop. She had to see the children.
"Adam, Adam!" A small girl with ebony skin and large green eyes smiled at the boy with short brown hair and beady little prussian blue eyes as she played with a tiny mobile suit doll. It was white and blue, and she began folding it into an airplane like a cheap Transformer toy. "Look what I made! Julius says it's the best one he's ever seen!"
The boy guffawed in protest as he held up another doll, this one shiny and black, with a cute little wand sticking out of it's tiny hand. "Well, Eve, Garrette says mine is the best one he's ever seen. Julius' probably just trying to not make you cry."
She began to tear up, her frizzy hair becoming more visible as the light slowly receded. "Not true, not true!"
Adam smiled. "Yep, he said that all right." Eve started to sob, and the boy with the dangerous eyes began to soften, his search for trouble receding.
He sat down and handed her another doll, this one looking very much like a dragon, and said "No, I was just joking, Evie. Here. I've been working on this one for awhile, why don't you show it to Otto? We haven't made him one yet, and I think he feels left out, you know?"
The light fully receded in time for The Girl to see Eve's reaction. Her eyes expressed such happiness as she took a soft hold of the tiny dragon doll, her face beaming admiration for her friend. The Girl smiled, taking this all in like a dream, a scene from a home she always had wanted.
"Who are you?" The Girl raised her head in shock at the sound of the boy's voice. She took a step backwards as he walked towards her. When she turned to run, he yelled out "Hey, wait! We don't get a lot of kids in here!"
She reluctantly turned to face the boy. While Eve looked much younger than her, only three or four, Adam looked almost ten or eleven. "Where am I?" She asked, her voice suddenly pouty, as if she had been caught in a place she wasn't meant to be.
He smiled. "Why, we're at OZ, silly. Now-" before he finished, she yelled out. "OZ?! OZ?! Why am I at OZ?! I just escaped! I don't like it here!"
She kept crying until a young man came in, only in his early twenties, and restrained her. He was obviously surprised to see another child there and sternly asked "Now just who are you, young ma'am, and how did you get in here?"
She frowned, confusion muddling her mind, "I was just, I just-" She slowly pointed towards the hallway behind her, sleepiness taking hold of her mind. She turned to show him the room, to ask whose it was, but saw only a bright yellow wall.
"Hey, Quatre, she's getting up!" She stared into the bright blue eyes of Duo Maxwell. as she pushed herself out of the bed, he smiled. "Hey, glad you're up."
She looked around her in amazement. "Where's Adam and Eve?"
Duo raised an eyebrow, but still held fast to his smile. "Adam and Eve? What, like the bible?" She now raised an eyebrow at him. "What's a bible?"
The two stared at each other in confusion for a few seconds before Quatre walked in. He smiled lightly when he saw the girl's revival for himself.
"So how are you?" he asked as he walked over to her. She smiled to reassure him, but swept her head from side to side in an effort to locate the mysteriously vanished children. Quatre and Duo looked sideways at each other before Duo said "What are you looking for?"
She frowned. "The other children." She began to describe them, as if they could help her find them. "One had brown hair and eyes like Heero's, except they were nice, and he held a little black MD, and he has friends named Garrette and Otto, and he had a little dragon MD, and the girl was a girl named Eve and she had a white MD and a friend named Julius, oh, the boy was named-" Quatre brought a finger to her lips.
"A dream." He smiled. "Heero and Wufei have left, but we've all decided you'll see them again. Trowa will be leaving soon. He wanted to make sure you'd be all right." He handed her something from his pocket. A little golden band with a pink stone. It wasn't fancy, but it was the most beautifu thng the small girl had ever seen. Quatre smiled as he put it on her right middle finger. "This once belonged to my sister Iria. I want you to have it."
She smiled. "You miss her, don't you Quatre-sama?" He nodded in a melancholy way, not bothering to aske her how she knew that Iria was gone. She reached out suddenly and pulled him close. Into his ear, she whispered, "I'll be your sister, Quatre-sama. I've never had a family."
Quatre smiled sadly as he placed a hand on the back of her tawny tresses.
"I'd like that very much."
"Good. Then call me Moira."