"Past the Walls."
Disclaimer: Cmmmooonnnnnnnn! I don't own them!
A/N: Well, I know how you all just LOVE my witty author notes. (Please, note the sarcasm) but I really have nothing to say accept....all hail Squall Leonhart, Kit Rodriguez, and erm....my readers!
Shout outs!:
Shima and Tempis:
*Blinks at Shima and then at Tempis* Erm...I won't get into this one. *takes the gag out of her mouth* Thanks! *looks after Tempis* Ugh...thanks....^_^*
katie janeway:
*Backs up rapidly and trips over manual* Ahh! Ahh! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! *sheilds* Mercy! *Picks up manual, and pages it to the Oath* Read it! *counts to ten and stands up* Hehehe...damn dark sides...anyways...lol. Thank you! Really? You usually hate it when I leave it cliffie...oh, well...I'm not complaining! Glad you liked it!
Little Lisa: Haha...forget? It's been tormenting me...I HATE writers block....ehem. Aaaaahhhhh...since it's a pretty big..sub-plot, you won't be getting many answers too soon. That's what makes the endings so fun! For me anyways...moi ha ha ha ha ha ha ha *gag* sorry. Haahha...you don't need to worry, I can tell you that? Me? MEEEE? Would I REALLY have the heart to keep them apart?
DsRockStar: Thank you, EVA so much!
Munchi:
I
ndeed. Hmmm...I'm not saying a thing!
Ahh. I can finally clear something up! I've been dying to tell everyone everything, but I CAN tell you this. When it says, 'Ronan's mother' it's from Dairine's point of view. In my story, Ronan is adopted. In this case, Ronan had been adopted when he was a baby, raised fully by Mrs.Nolan and Mr.Nolan. So naturally, he would call them 'mom and dad.' 'Cause technically, they ARE his parents, even if they aren't his biological ones. Now, DAVID, the man who's showing up at doorsteps, is Ronan's REAL father. Real as in...well...I won't go into that, but you get the deal. Ronan's 'real' mother remains a mystery as of yet, and has no part in the story. So I hope you understand now. Ronan's last name WOULD be Barr, but he was adopted by the Nolan's. So David and Mrs. Nolan didn't have Ronan together, or anything, their only connection would be Ronan's adoption.
Hehe...indeed it is!
Rainbowlite606: hehe! He's my fav too! All in good time!
Now...on with the show!
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Mrs. Nolan was a very sophisticated woman. She was prim, proper, and elegant. Her face was almost always tight, and her hair was always pulled back in the same bun. It always amused Dairine to know end, given the Irish people she associated herself with weren't exactly that pertinent. But then again....
Mrs.Nolan wasn't a punk seventeen year old.
In any case, the only sign of physical Irish heritage was her pale skin. It clashed with her eyes and her hair, and Dairine often wondered what she put on it. She didn't think it possible for it to become any lighter.
But when Christine Nolan saw David Barr, it did.
"David..." She whispered. "Of course, come in."
The man lowered the paper, and as he made his way into the house, he glanced down at the fiery haired girl standing on the porch. His smile was genuine, and Dairine was again hit with suspicion. She smiled wanly, she didn't want to make any bad impressions, and the tall figure made it's way into the house.
Without so much as a farewell to her son's girlfriend, Mrs.Nolan shut the door.
And with the resounding click, Dairine was suddenly aware what was happening.
In shock, she made her way down the perfectly painted white steps, down the perfectly arranged stone path, and out into the street. She could easily make her way home now, but getting past the overlays took a lot of concentration, and she was not in the mood to concentrate. So she took the road to her aunt's without so much as a second thought. Her thoughts were preoccupied.
Ronan had insinuated that he was adopted, but she had never had the heart to ask him flat out, and he had never brought the subject up more then was necessary.
"Parents are parents." He had said, upon discussing the latest family escapade of one of his closest friends. "It doesn't matter in what form the come.."
"What do you mean?" She remembered being confused.
"There's a difference between family and blood relation. Most of the time, it's the same anyway. But in some cases, it isn't, and that's just the way it is." He had continued.
The wistful bitterness in his voice bothered her.
"Okay, Oh, wise one." she had cracked, in an effort to change the subject to a more cheerful one.
But now that she thought about it...Ronan, although he loved his parents very much, was not like either of them whatsoever. It wasn't the fact that Ronan didn't look at all like either of his parents, not many people did. Dairine was an exact replica of her mother, and she was told so often how rare it was. But Nita, for example, didn't take any particular genetic resemblance to either parent,(except for her eyes, which belonged to their mother).
No, it was the fact that Ronan's features themselves were so rare, so strong, that it wouldn't be plausible for it to be anything more than one generation passed down. His mother was petite and blond, his father tall and dark haired. But Ronan's hair was purely black, and so were his eyes. Not a common occurrence, even for someone with Irish inheritance.
But it wasn't only that....
Ronan was crazy about his parents, and he got along well with both of them, especially his mother. But it sometimes hit Dairine, a creepy feeling akin to one of deja-vu, that Ronan got on a little too well with them. It wasn't that they were fake, it wasn't that they were pretending...it was...something else.
Maybe because her specialty was emotions.
Dairine stopped in the middle of the dirt road near her Aunt's, a new plan forming in her mind. Closing her eyes, she set all her concentration at one place.
Timeheart.
*~*~*~*
"Dairine," Ro's voice was incredulous, "Do you realize what you're asking me to do?"
She leaned across the small café table, her bright eyes pleating, her hands clasped together. All around them; people of Timeheart talked, laughed, and ate. Wizards and Mortals alike. But Ro's eyes were wide and dismayed.
"You _can_ do it, can't you?" She asked.
"Well, yeah, I _can_ do it.." He sounded extremely unhappy.
"So..." She waited for an explanation.
"I'm not supposed to..." He said quietly.
Suddenly, her brilliant idea wasn't so brilliant. The sudden thought that Ro could someone talk to the Lone One about what was going on had seemed so smart. But she didn't want to get Ro into any kind of trouble.
"I'm sorry," She murmured. "It was a stupid idea.."
A soft hand tilted her chin up, and she looked up to see Ro leaning across the table, his eyes warm and his hand on her cheek.
"None of your ideas are stupid," He said softly. "But it's...really difficult."
"I know." She said. "I guess..well, Mr.God man said It wasn't involved."
"It's not." Ro said so firmly that she looked at him sharply.
"How do you-."
"Look," He interrupted. "The fact that It isn't might be our loop hole."
She blinked. "You find a loop hole to everything."
He grinned. "I know."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm listening."
He sat back in his chair, passing a hand in front of his eyes, as if he were trying to remember something unpleasant.
"Yes," He said after awhile. "I can.."
Her eyes brightened, and she jumped up, causing people around her to stare. She didn't care, and she wrapped her arms around him.
"Oh, Ro!" She cried. "I love you!"
He chuckled deep in his chest, and the laughter reached his eyes.
"I can do it." He said. "If you really want me to."
She flushed, and pulled back, sitting on her heels.
"Thanks." She said, her cheeks red.
He chuckled again. She hated how he seemed to know everything. He got up, and pulled her by the arm out of the café. She set the coordinates in her head that would take her home, and he touched her arm.
"You okay?" He asked gently.
She hesitated and shook her head. "No. And it's not just Ronan."
He looked surprised, and she smirked. Maybe he didn't know everything.
"No?"
"No...Kit's been acting weird too..." She said gently, her sister's pain evident in her eyes.
Ronan's eyes flashed again, and he took on that insanely annoying thoughtful look. She shook her head, and threw the circle around herself.
"I'll get back to you." He said softly, before she disappeared.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I can't believe you're doing this!"
"Is your answer yes or no?"
"If I agree to help..will you leave them alone?"
"Of course."
"Fine."
"I sense you are troubled."
"It's nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"It's not your concern."
"Fine."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The dream was strange.
Nita recognized the voices, although she couldn't place from where. And everything was dark. She couldn't see whoever it was that was speaking.
And suddenly, in a blast of colours, she found herself in Timeheart. She was fully dressed, manual in hand, her heart beating wildly.
"As everything is preserved as it's loved."
She whirled around, and there, fully dressed, manual in hand, was Kit.
"What?" She asked.
"Change. No one can accept it." He said, his voice monotone.
"Kit, what are you talking about?"
The sun was rising, and she cried out at the sudden brilliant flash of colours. It didn't bother Kit and he stared straight into it, the wind blowing his hair.
"It all ends eventually. Even here." He was saying.
"Kit..."
"People lose contact. People stop caring."
"Kit!"
He turned to look at her, his eyes half lidded, his head tilted.
"Nita...."
And with a scream she wasn't sure was hers, she woke up.
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Phew. My writing block is fully cured, people. My mind's on overload! In fact, as soon as I'm done posting this, I'm starting the next chapter!
Please review!
Disclaimer: Cmmmooonnnnnnnn! I don't own them!
A/N: Well, I know how you all just LOVE my witty author notes. (Please, note the sarcasm) but I really have nothing to say accept....all hail Squall Leonhart, Kit Rodriguez, and erm....my readers!
Shout outs!:
Shima and Tempis:
*Blinks at Shima and then at Tempis* Erm...I won't get into this one. *takes the gag out of her mouth* Thanks! *looks after Tempis* Ugh...thanks....^_^*
katie janeway:
*Backs up rapidly and trips over manual* Ahh! Ahh! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! *sheilds* Mercy! *Picks up manual, and pages it to the Oath* Read it! *counts to ten and stands up* Hehehe...damn dark sides...anyways...lol. Thank you! Really? You usually hate it when I leave it cliffie...oh, well...I'm not complaining! Glad you liked it!
Little Lisa: Haha...forget? It's been tormenting me...I HATE writers block....ehem. Aaaaahhhhh...since it's a pretty big..sub-plot, you won't be getting many answers too soon. That's what makes the endings so fun! For me anyways...moi ha ha ha ha ha ha ha *gag* sorry. Haahha...you don't need to worry, I can tell you that? Me? MEEEE? Would I REALLY have the heart to keep them apart?
DsRockStar: Thank you, EVA so much!
Munchi:
I
ndeed. Hmmm...I'm not saying a thing!
Ahh. I can finally clear something up! I've been dying to tell everyone everything, but I CAN tell you this. When it says, 'Ronan's mother' it's from Dairine's point of view. In my story, Ronan is adopted. In this case, Ronan had been adopted when he was a baby, raised fully by Mrs.Nolan and Mr.Nolan. So naturally, he would call them 'mom and dad.' 'Cause technically, they ARE his parents, even if they aren't his biological ones. Now, DAVID, the man who's showing up at doorsteps, is Ronan's REAL father. Real as in...well...I won't go into that, but you get the deal. Ronan's 'real' mother remains a mystery as of yet, and has no part in the story. So I hope you understand now. Ronan's last name WOULD be Barr, but he was adopted by the Nolan's. So David and Mrs. Nolan didn't have Ronan together, or anything, their only connection would be Ronan's adoption.
Hehe...indeed it is!
Rainbowlite606: hehe! He's my fav too! All in good time!
Now...on with the show!
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Mrs. Nolan was a very sophisticated woman. She was prim, proper, and elegant. Her face was almost always tight, and her hair was always pulled back in the same bun. It always amused Dairine to know end, given the Irish people she associated herself with weren't exactly that pertinent. But then again....
Mrs.Nolan wasn't a punk seventeen year old.
In any case, the only sign of physical Irish heritage was her pale skin. It clashed with her eyes and her hair, and Dairine often wondered what she put on it. She didn't think it possible for it to become any lighter.
But when Christine Nolan saw David Barr, it did.
"David..." She whispered. "Of course, come in."
The man lowered the paper, and as he made his way into the house, he glanced down at the fiery haired girl standing on the porch. His smile was genuine, and Dairine was again hit with suspicion. She smiled wanly, she didn't want to make any bad impressions, and the tall figure made it's way into the house.
Without so much as a farewell to her son's girlfriend, Mrs.Nolan shut the door.
And with the resounding click, Dairine was suddenly aware what was happening.
In shock, she made her way down the perfectly painted white steps, down the perfectly arranged stone path, and out into the street. She could easily make her way home now, but getting past the overlays took a lot of concentration, and she was not in the mood to concentrate. So she took the road to her aunt's without so much as a second thought. Her thoughts were preoccupied.
Ronan had insinuated that he was adopted, but she had never had the heart to ask him flat out, and he had never brought the subject up more then was necessary.
"Parents are parents." He had said, upon discussing the latest family escapade of one of his closest friends. "It doesn't matter in what form the come.."
"What do you mean?" She remembered being confused.
"There's a difference between family and blood relation. Most of the time, it's the same anyway. But in some cases, it isn't, and that's just the way it is." He had continued.
The wistful bitterness in his voice bothered her.
"Okay, Oh, wise one." she had cracked, in an effort to change the subject to a more cheerful one.
But now that she thought about it...Ronan, although he loved his parents very much, was not like either of them whatsoever. It wasn't the fact that Ronan didn't look at all like either of his parents, not many people did. Dairine was an exact replica of her mother, and she was told so often how rare it was. But Nita, for example, didn't take any particular genetic resemblance to either parent,(except for her eyes, which belonged to their mother).
No, it was the fact that Ronan's features themselves were so rare, so strong, that it wouldn't be plausible for it to be anything more than one generation passed down. His mother was petite and blond, his father tall and dark haired. But Ronan's hair was purely black, and so were his eyes. Not a common occurrence, even for someone with Irish inheritance.
But it wasn't only that....
Ronan was crazy about his parents, and he got along well with both of them, especially his mother. But it sometimes hit Dairine, a creepy feeling akin to one of deja-vu, that Ronan got on a little too well with them. It wasn't that they were fake, it wasn't that they were pretending...it was...something else.
Maybe because her specialty was emotions.
Dairine stopped in the middle of the dirt road near her Aunt's, a new plan forming in her mind. Closing her eyes, she set all her concentration at one place.
Timeheart.
*~*~*~*
"Dairine," Ro's voice was incredulous, "Do you realize what you're asking me to do?"
She leaned across the small café table, her bright eyes pleating, her hands clasped together. All around them; people of Timeheart talked, laughed, and ate. Wizards and Mortals alike. But Ro's eyes were wide and dismayed.
"You _can_ do it, can't you?" She asked.
"Well, yeah, I _can_ do it.." He sounded extremely unhappy.
"So..." She waited for an explanation.
"I'm not supposed to..." He said quietly.
Suddenly, her brilliant idea wasn't so brilliant. The sudden thought that Ro could someone talk to the Lone One about what was going on had seemed so smart. But she didn't want to get Ro into any kind of trouble.
"I'm sorry," She murmured. "It was a stupid idea.."
A soft hand tilted her chin up, and she looked up to see Ro leaning across the table, his eyes warm and his hand on her cheek.
"None of your ideas are stupid," He said softly. "But it's...really difficult."
"I know." She said. "I guess..well, Mr.God man said It wasn't involved."
"It's not." Ro said so firmly that she looked at him sharply.
"How do you-."
"Look," He interrupted. "The fact that It isn't might be our loop hole."
She blinked. "You find a loop hole to everything."
He grinned. "I know."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm listening."
He sat back in his chair, passing a hand in front of his eyes, as if he were trying to remember something unpleasant.
"Yes," He said after awhile. "I can.."
Her eyes brightened, and she jumped up, causing people around her to stare. She didn't care, and she wrapped her arms around him.
"Oh, Ro!" She cried. "I love you!"
He chuckled deep in his chest, and the laughter reached his eyes.
"I can do it." He said. "If you really want me to."
She flushed, and pulled back, sitting on her heels.
"Thanks." She said, her cheeks red.
He chuckled again. She hated how he seemed to know everything. He got up, and pulled her by the arm out of the café. She set the coordinates in her head that would take her home, and he touched her arm.
"You okay?" He asked gently.
She hesitated and shook her head. "No. And it's not just Ronan."
He looked surprised, and she smirked. Maybe he didn't know everything.
"No?"
"No...Kit's been acting weird too..." She said gently, her sister's pain evident in her eyes.
Ronan's eyes flashed again, and he took on that insanely annoying thoughtful look. She shook her head, and threw the circle around herself.
"I'll get back to you." He said softly, before she disappeared.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I can't believe you're doing this!"
"Is your answer yes or no?"
"If I agree to help..will you leave them alone?"
"Of course."
"Fine."
"I sense you are troubled."
"It's nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"It's not your concern."
"Fine."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The dream was strange.
Nita recognized the voices, although she couldn't place from where. And everything was dark. She couldn't see whoever it was that was speaking.
And suddenly, in a blast of colours, she found herself in Timeheart. She was fully dressed, manual in hand, her heart beating wildly.
"As everything is preserved as it's loved."
She whirled around, and there, fully dressed, manual in hand, was Kit.
"What?" She asked.
"Change. No one can accept it." He said, his voice monotone.
"Kit, what are you talking about?"
The sun was rising, and she cried out at the sudden brilliant flash of colours. It didn't bother Kit and he stared straight into it, the wind blowing his hair.
"It all ends eventually. Even here." He was saying.
"Kit..."
"People lose contact. People stop caring."
"Kit!"
He turned to look at her, his eyes half lidded, his head tilted.
"Nita...."
And with a scream she wasn't sure was hers, she woke up.
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Phew. My writing block is fully cured, people. My mind's on overload! In fact, as soon as I'm done posting this, I'm starting the next chapter!
Please review!