"Past the Walls"
Disclaimer: I don't own Young wizards. It allll belongs to the brilliant mind of DD
A/N: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry!
I could make up a million excuses. I could say school is tormenting, I could say I had writer's block, all would be true and yet would not be a valid enough excuse. PLLEEAASSE FORGIVE MEEEEEEEE! I'm getting back on track now that I'm settling in, and it shall NOT be such a long wait this time! I PRROOOMMIIISSSEE! Hem hem.
Pointless announcements:
1) Any of my readers (Which I seriously doubt) go to RPC? (Red Pine Camp) I miss it so much! You have to go to understand how cool it is...anyways..
2) Heartland readers? (Don't read if you don't like spoilers)
Ty is in a coma! I'm going to cry! If, and we double underline IF, he wakes up, he might not remember anything! Waaaaaaaaahhhh! I promise this won't happen to Ronan....I LOVE TY! He can't die. Amy and Ty forever! *Sniff*
3) 1 + 1 is two. Thank you.
Shout out time:
Fireblade K'Chona:
Glad you like it! Sorry for the wait!
Munchi:
I know! So you noticed! Yeah....sorry about the talking thing....I've heard about it before, and it's a vicious. I try to hint with certain words who's talking, but I will work on that.
Brennavanilla:
Thanks! He...unfortunately, Mr.God man is going to remain a mystery for quite a long time!
Katie Janeway:
He he...sorry about that.....it's a nasty habit of mine, isn't it?
Rider of Unicorns:
Hehehe...Weeeelll....you'll find out soon. I mean, if I told you.....it would ruin EVERYTHING!! HE...I love keeping the world in suspense...dun dun dun...
DsRockstar:
Lol! Sorry to keep you waiting so long....You'll find out what's up with Kit soon, don't worry!
Jen:
*looks around guiltily* Thanks for the praise. But I don't deserve it.
AHHHHHHHHH! Jack Sparrow plushie! *huggles it, hides it in claudication pocket, and drums fingers together like Mr.Burns.* Excellent!
(Indeed.)
Ah yes. The brother is, indeed. Not hard to be, though. Hehehhehehehehhehehe....we shall take over the world with fanfictioness.....hem hem.
Naw, he doesn't have any writing talent. He got the artistic X's and Y's...I dunno...genes...whatever, it's all screwed up, ya know the deal.
Yes...that is quite frightening....I hope this chapter doesn't kill you....
Don't worry! Kit'll be alright eventually, after some depressing stuff. But Sadness eventually leads to fluff! You must remember!
Ahh! Go Peter Pan!
Lol! You're very....possessive of Kit, aren't you?
*ducks umbrella* Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!
Naw, don't hate Mr. God man. You'll see soon! He won't manipulate Kit or anything, don't worry. He's no Lone Power! *grumbles*
Lol. That's all good. I talk to imaginary people too. It's all cool.
Sorry for the wait!
Shima and Tempis:
*rubs neck and breathes deeply*
No...they...erm...ugh...
*Runs for life* Hope you like this chapter!
Little Lisa:
Lol. Brutal...
Heh...just cuz she's upset...that doesn't make him any less hot, eh?
I do indeed! You'll see, it'll allll explain itself in future chapters.
Thank you! I hope you like this one!
Now! (Finally, after like, two months) On with the showster!
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"Tell me....does this strange male form of PMS enable you from picking up a telephone?"
The was a silence between her and the other side of the door, and she jumped back when Kit flung it open, hardly giving her a second glance as he made his way back to his chair. She glanced around his bedroom, making sure nothing was deadly or a danger to her health, she made her way to his bed. Normally, she would have flung herself into the pillows and covers. But today, she sat down carefully at the edge, not wanting to some how shift the bad mood he was already in.
"Very funny." He said, as if he didn't find it funny at all. She glanced at him curiously.
Kit had been in a bad mood lately. More so than usual. She could partially understand, with no sign of waking up any time soon, she was worried about Ronan as well. But he seemed to be taking it personally as if it were his fault that Ronan was so sick...
Dairine was taking it in her usually way. Instead of falling apart emotionally, she was taking action, searching profoundly for that strange men they had met. Tom and Carl were no help, and she could see that Dairine was not on speaking terms with either of them. Nita couldn't begin to understand Dairine's relationship with Ro, she never really saw him in Timeheart since their relationship hadn't been more than acquaintance. But she could tell that Ro was as worried about Ronan as everyone else was.
But Kit....
"I'm sorry..." She said carefully. "I...was only joking..."
He grunted, and her memory kicked in to a twelve year old 'Sperm Whale.'
"Look, I just came over to ask you what's wrong." She said quietly.
His brow furrowed, but still, he didn't look at her.
"Usually," she said, making another weak attempt at a joke, "Whenever you're like this..."
He shrugged his shoulders in dismissal.
"You're either extremely...uh... impassioned..."
He glared fiercely at her, and she raised her hands in surrender.
"Or really mad at me." She continued hastily, and he slouched again.
"How's Ronan doing?"
She narrowed her eyes. He was always extremely good and changing the subject.
"Same as before...."
Kit cursed under her breath in Spanish, and she grimaced. When he had taught her to speak the language, he had utterly refused to tell her the meaning of his swear words, claiming he 'would have to kill her if he told.' She had, however, managed to figure out a few of them. But it was the long, streaming complicated ones that she had trouble with.
"Co-" She asked cautiously, and shook her head. "Dairine's looking into it..."
"It's not enough." He interrupted, his eyes dark and unfocused, staring out his bedroom window. She stood, reaching out to him. But he stayed in place, swaying on his feet, and he gestured to his desk.
"Sorry, Nita....but I've..." He began
"Got a lot of work to do? Don't you always?" She walked towards the door angrily, seeing no point in fighting in an argument that had been argued over and over again. He opened his mouth to speak and she held up her hand.
"Don't bother." She hissed. "I've tried to help you with this. Don't you think I'm worried too? What about Dairine? I dare say she's closer to Ronan than you! But all you want to do is sulk over it like this. If you don't have enough time for me, that's fine. Just fine. But I hope you know you're being selfish. You're not the only one affected by this."
For a small moment of silence, Kit looked hurt. But hurt was replaced by unmistakable anger, he regarded her with cool collectiveness, his fists clenching at his side. His eyes darkened, if possible, and he tossed his head.
"You don't understand! You could never understand." He said through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, she was drained of all energy, and her shoulders sagged, a soft sigh issuing from her lips. Kit sighed as well, but he didn't relax. She wasn't used to feeling like this around him.
"I would if you'd tell me what's wrong." She said softly.
"Forget it." He murmured, and her initial anger reinforced.
"Fine." She said simply, gripping the doorknob to shut the door as she went. He watched her leave, a tinge of regret that almost made her pause in his eyes. She wanted to walk back in, pulls her to him, and send away whatever was bothering him. But he wouldn't give, that she knew. It was that stubbornness that could be both reliable and extremely annoying.
"I'll...talk to you later, Nita."
Nita...he hardly ever called her Nita anymore.
Unless he was mad.
"Yeah. Later, Christopher." She threw at him.
And with that she was gone.
Kit sighed, glancing down at the letter he had so conveniently hidden from her sight. He closed his eyes, threatening tears forcing themselves out and spilling down his cheeks.
"I love you, Nita." He whispered softly. "And that's why I have to do this..."
"Kit!" His mother called, another heart twinging reminder of what was going on. Hastily, he wiped his tears, before they could stain, and went to the door, throwing it open.
"Yeah?"
"¡Tiempo de la cena, Brujo!"
"In a minute!" he replied, and shut the door once again, putting his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry..." He murmured. "I'm sorry!"
"What are you muttering about, retraso? Mom said Dinner!"
Kit shook his head, his sister's intended insult bouncing off of him. His face hard and his eyes clear, he went down to dinner.
*~*~*~*
"I tried asking Tom and Carl," Dairine said. "They won't tell me anything."
As if she had been expecting a reply, she paused. But Ronan slept on.
"And Ro is going on about 'messing with things that are bigger than him.' though I can't imagine what, since he is a power..."
She stroked his black hair from his face, grimacing as tears began to form.
"I just want you to wake up, Ronan." She whispered softly.
If he heard, he gave no reaction.
"Dairine?" A soft, grief filled voice sounded from the door, and the girl turned, revealing Ronan's mother standing in the doorway. Her face was blotched, her eyes red. Her normally perfect hair was astray.
"Yes?" She whispered, turning back to her unconscious boyfriend.
"I really think you should go home. Your parents must be missing you..."
"Oh yeah? Is it that, or do you want me to leave before I cause more harm to your son?"
A look of hurt crossed his mother's face, and she instantly hardened, tilting her chin. Dairine stood abruptly, guilt filling her veins, and she put up her hands.
"Wait," She said. "I didn't mean that."
His mother sighed, tucking her blond hair back, and her stance loosened. She made her way into her son's bedroom, and gently put an arm around the young girl's shoulders.
"I know." She said gently. "It's a hard time for all of us."
The auburn haired sniffed, wiping at her eyes.
"But I do wish, Dairine. That we could take him to a hospital." She continued.
Dairine shook her head. "They wouldn't be able to do anything. And we can't risk someone at the hospital noticing something strange in Ronan's blood stream. I know it's hard to understand, but wizards are, after all, aren't as mortal as say, you and your husband."
"So, the hospital would be able to tell?" She gasped.
"I should think so. And normal people can't normally see magic properly, and Ronan would probably be put under tests. We don't want that. And I'm almost certain there is some answer to this that the hospital would never be able to find." Dairine murmured.
The older woman nodded.
"Alright, Dairine. But I want to ask you something."
She turned her attention to her boyfriend's mother.
"If Ronan doesn't get better in three months, I want to get him medical attention."
Dairine averted her eyes, but she nodded.
"Alright..." She agreed reluctantly.
The woman tightened her arm.
"I know it's hard, sweety. But I really think you should go home and get some rest."
Dairine nodded and stood. Bending over, she planted a gentle kiss on Ronan's forehead. Smiling weakly at his mother, she picked up her things, and made her way to the door.
"Oh!" She cried in surprise, as she opened the front porch entrance, to reveal a tall, dark haired man in jeans and a wind breaker. He was smiling nervously, and for a moment, she thought he was Mr. God man.
"Sorry." he said kindly. "Is this the Nolan residence?"
"It is.." Dairine said, and Ronan's mother appeared in the doorway.
"Can I help you?" She said in her usual, efficient way.
"Hello, you must be Christine?"
The blond nodded, and the man in the doorway help up a sheet of paper.
"My name is David Barr. I'd like to see my son."
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oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.......Dun Dun DUUUUuNNNNUUNNNN!
Hem hem. Yes, please do not fret...I WILL be updating soon, I promise.
Please review.
1) David Barr is the father of a friend of mine.
2) Christine minus 'Nolan' is my step sister.
3) Don't kill me. Kit's going to be okay. Eventually. *ducks*
Disclaimer: I don't own Young wizards. It allll belongs to the brilliant mind of DD
A/N: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry!
I could make up a million excuses. I could say school is tormenting, I could say I had writer's block, all would be true and yet would not be a valid enough excuse. PLLEEAASSE FORGIVE MEEEEEEEE! I'm getting back on track now that I'm settling in, and it shall NOT be such a long wait this time! I PRROOOMMIIISSSEE! Hem hem.
Pointless announcements:
1) Any of my readers (Which I seriously doubt) go to RPC? (Red Pine Camp) I miss it so much! You have to go to understand how cool it is...anyways..
2) Heartland readers? (Don't read if you don't like spoilers)
Ty is in a coma! I'm going to cry! If, and we double underline IF, he wakes up, he might not remember anything! Waaaaaaaaahhhh! I promise this won't happen to Ronan....I LOVE TY! He can't die. Amy and Ty forever! *Sniff*
3) 1 + 1 is two. Thank you.
Shout out time:
Fireblade K'Chona:
Glad you like it! Sorry for the wait!
Munchi:
I know! So you noticed! Yeah....sorry about the talking thing....I've heard about it before, and it's a vicious. I try to hint with certain words who's talking, but I will work on that.
Brennavanilla:
Thanks! He...unfortunately, Mr.God man is going to remain a mystery for quite a long time!
Katie Janeway:
He he...sorry about that.....it's a nasty habit of mine, isn't it?
Rider of Unicorns:
Hehehe...Weeeelll....you'll find out soon. I mean, if I told you.....it would ruin EVERYTHING!! HE...I love keeping the world in suspense...dun dun dun...
DsRockstar:
Lol! Sorry to keep you waiting so long....You'll find out what's up with Kit soon, don't worry!
Jen:
*looks around guiltily* Thanks for the praise. But I don't deserve it.
AHHHHHHHHH! Jack Sparrow plushie! *huggles it, hides it in claudication pocket, and drums fingers together like Mr.Burns.* Excellent!
(Indeed.)
Ah yes. The brother is, indeed. Not hard to be, though. Hehehhehehehehhehehe....we shall take over the world with fanfictioness.....hem hem.
Naw, he doesn't have any writing talent. He got the artistic X's and Y's...I dunno...genes...whatever, it's all screwed up, ya know the deal.
Yes...that is quite frightening....I hope this chapter doesn't kill you....
Don't worry! Kit'll be alright eventually, after some depressing stuff. But Sadness eventually leads to fluff! You must remember!
Ahh! Go Peter Pan!
Lol! You're very....possessive of Kit, aren't you?
*ducks umbrella* Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!
Naw, don't hate Mr. God man. You'll see soon! He won't manipulate Kit or anything, don't worry. He's no Lone Power! *grumbles*
Lol. That's all good. I talk to imaginary people too. It's all cool.
Sorry for the wait!
Shima and Tempis:
*rubs neck and breathes deeply*
No...they...erm...ugh...
*Runs for life* Hope you like this chapter!
Little Lisa:
Lol. Brutal...
Heh...just cuz she's upset...that doesn't make him any less hot, eh?
I do indeed! You'll see, it'll allll explain itself in future chapters.
Thank you! I hope you like this one!
Now! (Finally, after like, two months) On with the showster!
______________________________________________________________________________
"Tell me....does this strange male form of PMS enable you from picking up a telephone?"
The was a silence between her and the other side of the door, and she jumped back when Kit flung it open, hardly giving her a second glance as he made his way back to his chair. She glanced around his bedroom, making sure nothing was deadly or a danger to her health, she made her way to his bed. Normally, she would have flung herself into the pillows and covers. But today, she sat down carefully at the edge, not wanting to some how shift the bad mood he was already in.
"Very funny." He said, as if he didn't find it funny at all. She glanced at him curiously.
Kit had been in a bad mood lately. More so than usual. She could partially understand, with no sign of waking up any time soon, she was worried about Ronan as well. But he seemed to be taking it personally as if it were his fault that Ronan was so sick...
Dairine was taking it in her usually way. Instead of falling apart emotionally, she was taking action, searching profoundly for that strange men they had met. Tom and Carl were no help, and she could see that Dairine was not on speaking terms with either of them. Nita couldn't begin to understand Dairine's relationship with Ro, she never really saw him in Timeheart since their relationship hadn't been more than acquaintance. But she could tell that Ro was as worried about Ronan as everyone else was.
But Kit....
"I'm sorry..." She said carefully. "I...was only joking..."
He grunted, and her memory kicked in to a twelve year old 'Sperm Whale.'
"Look, I just came over to ask you what's wrong." She said quietly.
His brow furrowed, but still, he didn't look at her.
"Usually," she said, making another weak attempt at a joke, "Whenever you're like this..."
He shrugged his shoulders in dismissal.
"You're either extremely...uh... impassioned..."
He glared fiercely at her, and she raised her hands in surrender.
"Or really mad at me." She continued hastily, and he slouched again.
"How's Ronan doing?"
She narrowed her eyes. He was always extremely good and changing the subject.
"Same as before...."
Kit cursed under her breath in Spanish, and she grimaced. When he had taught her to speak the language, he had utterly refused to tell her the meaning of his swear words, claiming he 'would have to kill her if he told.' She had, however, managed to figure out a few of them. But it was the long, streaming complicated ones that she had trouble with.
"Co-" She asked cautiously, and shook her head. "Dairine's looking into it..."
"It's not enough." He interrupted, his eyes dark and unfocused, staring out his bedroom window. She stood, reaching out to him. But he stayed in place, swaying on his feet, and he gestured to his desk.
"Sorry, Nita....but I've..." He began
"Got a lot of work to do? Don't you always?" She walked towards the door angrily, seeing no point in fighting in an argument that had been argued over and over again. He opened his mouth to speak and she held up her hand.
"Don't bother." She hissed. "I've tried to help you with this. Don't you think I'm worried too? What about Dairine? I dare say she's closer to Ronan than you! But all you want to do is sulk over it like this. If you don't have enough time for me, that's fine. Just fine. But I hope you know you're being selfish. You're not the only one affected by this."
For a small moment of silence, Kit looked hurt. But hurt was replaced by unmistakable anger, he regarded her with cool collectiveness, his fists clenching at his side. His eyes darkened, if possible, and he tossed his head.
"You don't understand! You could never understand." He said through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, she was drained of all energy, and her shoulders sagged, a soft sigh issuing from her lips. Kit sighed as well, but he didn't relax. She wasn't used to feeling like this around him.
"I would if you'd tell me what's wrong." She said softly.
"Forget it." He murmured, and her initial anger reinforced.
"Fine." She said simply, gripping the doorknob to shut the door as she went. He watched her leave, a tinge of regret that almost made her pause in his eyes. She wanted to walk back in, pulls her to him, and send away whatever was bothering him. But he wouldn't give, that she knew. It was that stubbornness that could be both reliable and extremely annoying.
"I'll...talk to you later, Nita."
Nita...he hardly ever called her Nita anymore.
Unless he was mad.
"Yeah. Later, Christopher." She threw at him.
And with that she was gone.
Kit sighed, glancing down at the letter he had so conveniently hidden from her sight. He closed his eyes, threatening tears forcing themselves out and spilling down his cheeks.
"I love you, Nita." He whispered softly. "And that's why I have to do this..."
"Kit!" His mother called, another heart twinging reminder of what was going on. Hastily, he wiped his tears, before they could stain, and went to the door, throwing it open.
"Yeah?"
"¡Tiempo de la cena, Brujo!"
"In a minute!" he replied, and shut the door once again, putting his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry..." He murmured. "I'm sorry!"
"What are you muttering about, retraso? Mom said Dinner!"
Kit shook his head, his sister's intended insult bouncing off of him. His face hard and his eyes clear, he went down to dinner.
*~*~*~*
"I tried asking Tom and Carl," Dairine said. "They won't tell me anything."
As if she had been expecting a reply, she paused. But Ronan slept on.
"And Ro is going on about 'messing with things that are bigger than him.' though I can't imagine what, since he is a power..."
She stroked his black hair from his face, grimacing as tears began to form.
"I just want you to wake up, Ronan." She whispered softly.
If he heard, he gave no reaction.
"Dairine?" A soft, grief filled voice sounded from the door, and the girl turned, revealing Ronan's mother standing in the doorway. Her face was blotched, her eyes red. Her normally perfect hair was astray.
"Yes?" She whispered, turning back to her unconscious boyfriend.
"I really think you should go home. Your parents must be missing you..."
"Oh yeah? Is it that, or do you want me to leave before I cause more harm to your son?"
A look of hurt crossed his mother's face, and she instantly hardened, tilting her chin. Dairine stood abruptly, guilt filling her veins, and she put up her hands.
"Wait," She said. "I didn't mean that."
His mother sighed, tucking her blond hair back, and her stance loosened. She made her way into her son's bedroom, and gently put an arm around the young girl's shoulders.
"I know." She said gently. "It's a hard time for all of us."
The auburn haired sniffed, wiping at her eyes.
"But I do wish, Dairine. That we could take him to a hospital." She continued.
Dairine shook her head. "They wouldn't be able to do anything. And we can't risk someone at the hospital noticing something strange in Ronan's blood stream. I know it's hard to understand, but wizards are, after all, aren't as mortal as say, you and your husband."
"So, the hospital would be able to tell?" She gasped.
"I should think so. And normal people can't normally see magic properly, and Ronan would probably be put under tests. We don't want that. And I'm almost certain there is some answer to this that the hospital would never be able to find." Dairine murmured.
The older woman nodded.
"Alright, Dairine. But I want to ask you something."
She turned her attention to her boyfriend's mother.
"If Ronan doesn't get better in three months, I want to get him medical attention."
Dairine averted her eyes, but she nodded.
"Alright..." She agreed reluctantly.
The woman tightened her arm.
"I know it's hard, sweety. But I really think you should go home and get some rest."
Dairine nodded and stood. Bending over, she planted a gentle kiss on Ronan's forehead. Smiling weakly at his mother, she picked up her things, and made her way to the door.
"Oh!" She cried in surprise, as she opened the front porch entrance, to reveal a tall, dark haired man in jeans and a wind breaker. He was smiling nervously, and for a moment, she thought he was Mr. God man.
"Sorry." he said kindly. "Is this the Nolan residence?"
"It is.." Dairine said, and Ronan's mother appeared in the doorway.
"Can I help you?" She said in her usual, efficient way.
"Hello, you must be Christine?"
The blond nodded, and the man in the doorway help up a sheet of paper.
"My name is David Barr. I'd like to see my son."
______________________________________________________________________________
oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.......Dun Dun DUUUUuNNNNUUNNNN!
Hem hem. Yes, please do not fret...I WILL be updating soon, I promise.
Please review.
1) David Barr is the father of a friend of mine.
2) Christine minus 'Nolan' is my step sister.
3) Don't kill me. Kit's going to be okay. Eventually. *ducks*