Dear Max,
Hello! I'm writing from Madagascar. Can you believe it? I hardly can myself. It seems like only yesterday that I first turned away from answering questions and started my journey. So far I've been to Cuba, South America, England, Ireland, Russia, and Italy too. (I hopped a plane after South America to get to England; nice flight.) And now Madagascar.
And I'm not alone either. I met a backpacker in Ireland named Harry and we became friends, so now we're traveling together. We talk about anything imaginable, even transgenics. We heard about the money you received from Mr. Lawrence (I couldn't explain my smile to Harry I'm afraid) and it was nice to hear him say that you all deserved it. After hearing that I think it'll be much easier to tell him about myself, but I haven't quite decided yet. It's especially complicated now that Audrey and I - Oh! I haven't told you about Audrey.
Well, Harry and I met her in Italy. Well, met isn't the right word. More like we stopped her from getting mugged. I had to let Harry take the blame because I did use a few, er, unusual moves that might draw attention to myself, but anyway, we all went to a restaurant and she explained that she had came to Italy with her fiancé and a week into their trip he had run off with some woman, taking everything with him except her passport. Harry and I managed to get enough money to bring her here to Madagascar with us and we were going to send her on a plane home, but she and I had grown... close, and now her going is a really dreadful thought. I can just see you smiling and laughing at me now. Mr. Built To Know, smitten. I know, I know.
Right, well, Audrey and Harry are begging me to go look at some shops with them, so I'll end the letter here. I'm glad that you seem to be happy (at least that's how you seemed in the last broadcast I saw before coming to Madagascar) and, I know I said it once, but once is really not enough when it comes to things like this, so... THANK YOU.
Sincerely,
Aaron J. Guevara
PS I hope you don't mind about me using your last name, but I had to tell Harry something.
She smiled to herself and folded the letter back up and placed it back on the coffee table. It made her feel good to know that she had helped Aaron get a real life, and really she didn't care at all about the last name. It was actually flattering, and after all wasn't what Orion said about Aaron being family true? Yes, yes it was, she decided.
At that moment, she heard Logan padding down the stairs and went to the doorway to meet him. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, crossed his arms, and looked at her. "What're you doing down here?"
She grinned at his Transgenics Kick Ass t-shirt, then leaned against the door frame. "I could be asking you the same question."
"But that would be redundant." He said. "You obviously know why I'm here."
"Touché."
"Yes, my genius wit is still intact."
"You're getting quite the ego." She arched an eyebrow and walked over to him.
"You wouldn't have it any other way and you know it." He grinned and brought her into his arms.
"Yeah, well, if your ego gets any bigger, we're going to need another mansion."
"Hur hur hur."
"And my genius wit is still intact." She grinned.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and they began walking up the stairs together.
"If your ego gets any bigger we're going to need another mansion." He mocked.
"You're simply hilarious, dear."
"Yes, I know, thank you, dear."
They fell into a comfortable silence as they walked the rest of the way up the stairs and into the bedroom.
The End
A/N: Well, there you have it. So, how was it? It was my first good serious DA story (I beg you not to read the older ones, I was just beginning in serious and... no. Just no.) and I myself thought it was pretty good. [/ego] Ideas are swimming all around in my head right now, so we'll just see what pops out now, shall we?
I'm currently writing some more humor (it feels good to be back) so that'll be out in the world soon. And if another serious-y idea strikes me... well, yay for me. :)