I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. I just got back from vacation in Italy, and so that is why I haven't updated as recently. Please forgive me and have patience in the next few days. Unfortunately, my parental units are insisting I go to the beach for a few days next week, so there will be like five days without any updates. As far as this chapter goes, I realize that this story is a wee bit surreal, but there is a reason will soon become pretty clear. I also want to clarify that I have nothing against the country Turkey or anyone from Turkey. The explanation of Gordo's absence is really strange, but it fits. And thanks to whomever called this story creative. I try.
He Lives
Approximately Two Years Later
David Gordon walked into a diner somewhere in Colorado. After over two years of being imprisoned in Turkey over a huge misunderstanding at the airport, he was finally released from prison, after the police found who they were looking for. He had not contacted anyone from the past.
Two years before, he went to the airport with the intention of flying back to Asia. He checked in his bags, and went through security and made it all the way to the gate, when three men approached him and arrested him. Two of the men didn't speak English and the other man was there to translate. The translator explained that Mr. Gordon was suspected of involvement with bombing an important building in Ankara, the capital of Turkey. They claimed that he assumed a new identity and fled to a different country. Gordo wasn't fully aware of what was going on when he was escorted away from the gate and flown away to Ankara into a secluded prison. Once in Ankara, he would work in a prison camp. No matter what he told the government that asked him about it or court, it was no help. He couldn't figure out what was wrong or why he was still in Turkey and couldn't make any phone calls, until about a week prior to being in the Colorado diner.
As it turned out, the translator with the government falsely translated things to both parties and in turn, both parties suffered. The translator had been tampering with the Turkish government for a long time now, and was caught only when the case was turned to a higher court, and the judge could speak more English than the other judge and members of the government.
When this was discovered, David Gordon was released immediately, and to avoid any problems with America over this or any other issues, he agreed that he would silently exit Turkey in turn for a plane ticket home, money (for food, new clothes, and to make up for all the money he lost while not working in Asia and then some more for extra), and a phone call. The government agreed to this and apologized to him and let him go. Before he left, he made that phone call. He called his girlfriend at home. He hoped that she was all right and did not find someone else. However, when he called the number, an older woman picked up, and said she never heard of Lizzie McGuire.
So, figuring she moved, and not knowing what else to do, he flew home to his parents. They would probably know what was going on. He took a taxi to his old house and let himself in. He felt bad for never calling them or anything, and they probably thought he was dead. He couldn't help not calling them. He saw that there were no cars at the house and no one seemed to be home. Maybe they had moved away, like Lizzie. No, the house still said "Gordon" on the mailbox. He took out his key. It was one of the few belongings he had since all the other ones were taken away. He opened the front door, and let himself into the house. The house seemed different somehow. He set his belongings down and walked around. In the living room, above the fireplace, on the mantle, was a picture of Gordo. That wouldn't seem too weird normally, but it was the only picture on the mantle. He moved into the dining room, which looked like it used to, and then he went into the kitchen. Everything seemed normal, but something was different. The house looked messier than before.
In the kitchen, he looked for clues as to where his parents might be. There were a few papers scattered and other things as well. He searched around, and finally it came to him. Of course! Where else would they be? They are in Colorado in their ski cabin. They stay there every winter. He turned to the refrigerator to get the number, but something else caught his eye. It was a newspaper obituary.
"Gordon, David died Friday evening in plane crash to Beijing. He is survived by his mother and father. Girlfriend Elizabeth McGuire also survives him as well as his friends Miranda Sanchez and Matt McGuire. Services to be held Monday at The Las Angeles Temple of God. Donations can be made to The Hunger House on his behalf. David was a loving person who had a heart of gold."
So, that is what they think happened to him, he thought. The plane he was supposed to go on crashed. Wow. He could be dead now. The Turkish government saved him. Wait. Everyone thinks he is dead, including Lizzie. Lizzie! Where was she! What was he going to do? He can't just go over to the McGuires' and ask where she was. They wouldn't believe him. Would they? Maybe. He didn't know what else to do. His parents would have to wait.
He went up to his room, which looked pretty much untouched, and looked up the McGuire number. He called it.
"Hello?" someone picked up, it sounded like Mrs. McGuire.
Okay. They still lived there. What was he supposed to say? He was probably dead to them too. "Uh, may I please speak to Elizabeth McGuire?"
"Who is this?" Jo asked.
"Uh, this is an old friend from high school. Is she there?"
"No. Elizabeth is away at school. Who is this? I will tell her you called," Jo said.
"Uh, Mrs. McGuire, this is Gordo. I know. . ."
"What kind of sick joke is this?" Jo interrupted.
"Mrs. McGuire, this isn't a joke. It's a long story, but I just came back from prison in Turkey. You have to believe me!"
"Well, you may sound like David Gordon, but I am having trouble believing you, considering David died two years ago in a plane crash."
"But I wasn't on that plane! Listen, can I just come over and discuss this? I can prove it!"
Jo sighed, "Fine. You can drop by, but if you look nothing like David Gordon, I am calling the police."
Gordo sighed in relief, "Thank you, Mrs. McGuire. I will be over in a few minutes."
"Where are you?"
"At my parents house."
He hung up the phone and gathered his bag of belongings, and walked over to the McGuire house. He still knew the way. This whole neighborhood was starting to come back.
He knocked on the door once he got there. He saw Mr. McGuire appear in the window, with Mrs. McGuire following closely behind. A minute later, the front door opened. "Gordo?" Mr. McGuire sad in disbelief.
"Mr. McGuire?"
"What is my favorite football team?"
Gordo looked at him confused, "I have no idea."
Sam McGuire opened the door wider and smiled, "Where have you been?"
"In a Turkish prison."
"Come in," Jo said.
Gordo came in and they all situated themselves in the living room.
"So you never went on the flight that crashed?"
Gordo shook his head, "No. I almost did, but I got stopped, and sent to prison in Turkey for the next two years. They suspected I was involved with a plot against the government and the translator ended up being the criminal. It is a long story, but they were very kind after things were settled, and let me go and gave me money."
Jo and Sam's mouths dropped.
"Yeah, I don't know if I would believe it if it didn't happen to me. Anyway, I hate to be rude, but where is Lizzie?"
Jo and Sam exchanged looks, "I told you she was in school," Jo said.
"What school?"
"What school," Jo repeated, "You know, to tell you the truth, I don't really know what school she went to."
"What?"
"Well, she sort of ran away from us after you left and didn't really tell us where she went," Sam explained.
"So you have no idea where she is?"
"Well, no," Jo said.
Gordo's eyes widened, "When is the last time you saw her?"
"About two years ago. I am so sorry, Gordo. If you want to, you can stay over here for as long as you want, and we will try our best to find her," Jo said.
Sam got up, "Yeah, I will call the police."
"What will the police be able to do?" Gordo asked.
Sam looked at Jo for help, "They might be able to issue a search," Sam lied.
"Is everything okay with you and Lizzie?"
"Yeah, why?" Jo asked.
"Well, its just, well, you don't seemed too worried about Lizzie."
"Well, we have had time to get over it," Jo said.
"Yeah, Gordo, uhh, why don't we get some sleep, because this is kind of big, and tomorrow we will work things out? You can sleep in Lizzie's room," Sam said.
Gordo looked around, still confused, "Okay, yeah, that's probably a good idea. Then, I can call my parents and tell them I am alive, and then work on Lizzie."
"Good idea. You are probably tired from traveling anyway," Sam said.
"Yeah," Gordo agreed and headed upstairs.
"Wait! Gordo!" Jo said and she walked over to him and gave him a hug, "We will see what we can do about Lizzie," she whispered.
~~
That night, Sam went to the police station to see what he could do. After explaining the situation to the police, the police said they would have to check it everything out with the WPP and the situation with the prisoner before they could do anything. After checking with the WPP, they agreed that David could know what they knew, like that Lizzie was involved in the Witness Protection Program, but the location and identity were unknown. Other than that, they needed Gordo to drop by the station whenever so they can verify that it was, indeed, David Gordon, and not someone else, so they could handle the death records properly and deal with his social security number.
The next day, the McGuire's' explained this to Gordo, and he just about exploded, especially since the McGuire's didn't know much at all. He went to the police station to deal with his death, and clear up his record. The police also cleared his social security number.
"Officer? Is there any way I can have any contact with Lizzie McGuire? She was my girlfriend and we were planning on getting married."
"I am sorry, Mr. Gordon, but I am afraid we can't give you any information. The case is still somewhat active, and it wouldn't be safe to be giving you any information," the officer explained.
"Can you just tell me that she is okay?"
The policeman sighed, "I don't know. I mean, this is an unusual circumstance. I will see what I can do. Call this number in about two weeks."
"And until then?"
"Well, unless you find her yourself, you are just going to have to wait."
Gordo nodded his head in understanding, "Thank you, officer. I appreciate everything." Gordo left the police station, but instead of going to the McGuire's he had a mission. He was going to drive across the country and try to find his Lizzie.
That is what led him to the diner in Colorado. After a few days of driving and searching in the used car he bought, he stopped in Colorado. He had to visit his parents anyway. He knew his chance of finding Lizzie was slim, but it was worth a shot. He just had to see Lizzie to tell her he was all right and alive, and make sure she was alive.
~~
Is this story starting to come together at all? Yeah, that chapter was more informative than anything, but in this one in a billion chance of finding her, maybe he does, and maybe he doesn't. Maybe. . .anything can happen. To be updated sometime next week. In the mean time, please review. If you have any ideas or anything just drop me a line. In other news, That's Amore will be updated soon as well. Also, Love Letters will be updated soon. Please review!
He Lives
Approximately Two Years Later
David Gordon walked into a diner somewhere in Colorado. After over two years of being imprisoned in Turkey over a huge misunderstanding at the airport, he was finally released from prison, after the police found who they were looking for. He had not contacted anyone from the past.
Two years before, he went to the airport with the intention of flying back to Asia. He checked in his bags, and went through security and made it all the way to the gate, when three men approached him and arrested him. Two of the men didn't speak English and the other man was there to translate. The translator explained that Mr. Gordon was suspected of involvement with bombing an important building in Ankara, the capital of Turkey. They claimed that he assumed a new identity and fled to a different country. Gordo wasn't fully aware of what was going on when he was escorted away from the gate and flown away to Ankara into a secluded prison. Once in Ankara, he would work in a prison camp. No matter what he told the government that asked him about it or court, it was no help. He couldn't figure out what was wrong or why he was still in Turkey and couldn't make any phone calls, until about a week prior to being in the Colorado diner.
As it turned out, the translator with the government falsely translated things to both parties and in turn, both parties suffered. The translator had been tampering with the Turkish government for a long time now, and was caught only when the case was turned to a higher court, and the judge could speak more English than the other judge and members of the government.
When this was discovered, David Gordon was released immediately, and to avoid any problems with America over this or any other issues, he agreed that he would silently exit Turkey in turn for a plane ticket home, money (for food, new clothes, and to make up for all the money he lost while not working in Asia and then some more for extra), and a phone call. The government agreed to this and apologized to him and let him go. Before he left, he made that phone call. He called his girlfriend at home. He hoped that she was all right and did not find someone else. However, when he called the number, an older woman picked up, and said she never heard of Lizzie McGuire.
So, figuring she moved, and not knowing what else to do, he flew home to his parents. They would probably know what was going on. He took a taxi to his old house and let himself in. He felt bad for never calling them or anything, and they probably thought he was dead. He couldn't help not calling them. He saw that there were no cars at the house and no one seemed to be home. Maybe they had moved away, like Lizzie. No, the house still said "Gordon" on the mailbox. He took out his key. It was one of the few belongings he had since all the other ones were taken away. He opened the front door, and let himself into the house. The house seemed different somehow. He set his belongings down and walked around. In the living room, above the fireplace, on the mantle, was a picture of Gordo. That wouldn't seem too weird normally, but it was the only picture on the mantle. He moved into the dining room, which looked like it used to, and then he went into the kitchen. Everything seemed normal, but something was different. The house looked messier than before.
In the kitchen, he looked for clues as to where his parents might be. There were a few papers scattered and other things as well. He searched around, and finally it came to him. Of course! Where else would they be? They are in Colorado in their ski cabin. They stay there every winter. He turned to the refrigerator to get the number, but something else caught his eye. It was a newspaper obituary.
"Gordon, David died Friday evening in plane crash to Beijing. He is survived by his mother and father. Girlfriend Elizabeth McGuire also survives him as well as his friends Miranda Sanchez and Matt McGuire. Services to be held Monday at The Las Angeles Temple of God. Donations can be made to The Hunger House on his behalf. David was a loving person who had a heart of gold."
So, that is what they think happened to him, he thought. The plane he was supposed to go on crashed. Wow. He could be dead now. The Turkish government saved him. Wait. Everyone thinks he is dead, including Lizzie. Lizzie! Where was she! What was he going to do? He can't just go over to the McGuires' and ask where she was. They wouldn't believe him. Would they? Maybe. He didn't know what else to do. His parents would have to wait.
He went up to his room, which looked pretty much untouched, and looked up the McGuire number. He called it.
"Hello?" someone picked up, it sounded like Mrs. McGuire.
Okay. They still lived there. What was he supposed to say? He was probably dead to them too. "Uh, may I please speak to Elizabeth McGuire?"
"Who is this?" Jo asked.
"Uh, this is an old friend from high school. Is she there?"
"No. Elizabeth is away at school. Who is this? I will tell her you called," Jo said.
"Uh, Mrs. McGuire, this is Gordo. I know. . ."
"What kind of sick joke is this?" Jo interrupted.
"Mrs. McGuire, this isn't a joke. It's a long story, but I just came back from prison in Turkey. You have to believe me!"
"Well, you may sound like David Gordon, but I am having trouble believing you, considering David died two years ago in a plane crash."
"But I wasn't on that plane! Listen, can I just come over and discuss this? I can prove it!"
Jo sighed, "Fine. You can drop by, but if you look nothing like David Gordon, I am calling the police."
Gordo sighed in relief, "Thank you, Mrs. McGuire. I will be over in a few minutes."
"Where are you?"
"At my parents house."
He hung up the phone and gathered his bag of belongings, and walked over to the McGuire house. He still knew the way. This whole neighborhood was starting to come back.
He knocked on the door once he got there. He saw Mr. McGuire appear in the window, with Mrs. McGuire following closely behind. A minute later, the front door opened. "Gordo?" Mr. McGuire sad in disbelief.
"Mr. McGuire?"
"What is my favorite football team?"
Gordo looked at him confused, "I have no idea."
Sam McGuire opened the door wider and smiled, "Where have you been?"
"In a Turkish prison."
"Come in," Jo said.
Gordo came in and they all situated themselves in the living room.
"So you never went on the flight that crashed?"
Gordo shook his head, "No. I almost did, but I got stopped, and sent to prison in Turkey for the next two years. They suspected I was involved with a plot against the government and the translator ended up being the criminal. It is a long story, but they were very kind after things were settled, and let me go and gave me money."
Jo and Sam's mouths dropped.
"Yeah, I don't know if I would believe it if it didn't happen to me. Anyway, I hate to be rude, but where is Lizzie?"
Jo and Sam exchanged looks, "I told you she was in school," Jo said.
"What school?"
"What school," Jo repeated, "You know, to tell you the truth, I don't really know what school she went to."
"What?"
"Well, she sort of ran away from us after you left and didn't really tell us where she went," Sam explained.
"So you have no idea where she is?"
"Well, no," Jo said.
Gordo's eyes widened, "When is the last time you saw her?"
"About two years ago. I am so sorry, Gordo. If you want to, you can stay over here for as long as you want, and we will try our best to find her," Jo said.
Sam got up, "Yeah, I will call the police."
"What will the police be able to do?" Gordo asked.
Sam looked at Jo for help, "They might be able to issue a search," Sam lied.
"Is everything okay with you and Lizzie?"
"Yeah, why?" Jo asked.
"Well, its just, well, you don't seemed too worried about Lizzie."
"Well, we have had time to get over it," Jo said.
"Yeah, Gordo, uhh, why don't we get some sleep, because this is kind of big, and tomorrow we will work things out? You can sleep in Lizzie's room," Sam said.
Gordo looked around, still confused, "Okay, yeah, that's probably a good idea. Then, I can call my parents and tell them I am alive, and then work on Lizzie."
"Good idea. You are probably tired from traveling anyway," Sam said.
"Yeah," Gordo agreed and headed upstairs.
"Wait! Gordo!" Jo said and she walked over to him and gave him a hug, "We will see what we can do about Lizzie," she whispered.
~~
That night, Sam went to the police station to see what he could do. After explaining the situation to the police, the police said they would have to check it everything out with the WPP and the situation with the prisoner before they could do anything. After checking with the WPP, they agreed that David could know what they knew, like that Lizzie was involved in the Witness Protection Program, but the location and identity were unknown. Other than that, they needed Gordo to drop by the station whenever so they can verify that it was, indeed, David Gordon, and not someone else, so they could handle the death records properly and deal with his social security number.
The next day, the McGuire's' explained this to Gordo, and he just about exploded, especially since the McGuire's didn't know much at all. He went to the police station to deal with his death, and clear up his record. The police also cleared his social security number.
"Officer? Is there any way I can have any contact with Lizzie McGuire? She was my girlfriend and we were planning on getting married."
"I am sorry, Mr. Gordon, but I am afraid we can't give you any information. The case is still somewhat active, and it wouldn't be safe to be giving you any information," the officer explained.
"Can you just tell me that she is okay?"
The policeman sighed, "I don't know. I mean, this is an unusual circumstance. I will see what I can do. Call this number in about two weeks."
"And until then?"
"Well, unless you find her yourself, you are just going to have to wait."
Gordo nodded his head in understanding, "Thank you, officer. I appreciate everything." Gordo left the police station, but instead of going to the McGuire's he had a mission. He was going to drive across the country and try to find his Lizzie.
That is what led him to the diner in Colorado. After a few days of driving and searching in the used car he bought, he stopped in Colorado. He had to visit his parents anyway. He knew his chance of finding Lizzie was slim, but it was worth a shot. He just had to see Lizzie to tell her he was all right and alive, and make sure she was alive.
~~
Is this story starting to come together at all? Yeah, that chapter was more informative than anything, but in this one in a billion chance of finding her, maybe he does, and maybe he doesn't. Maybe. . .anything can happen. To be updated sometime next week. In the mean time, please review. If you have any ideas or anything just drop me a line. In other news, That's Amore will be updated soon as well. Also, Love Letters will be updated soon. Please review!