DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Thank you so much for the reviews
again! I can't tell you how much they mean to me. The response I am getting
for this story really makes me feel good.
Uh, I think this chapter has some angst, but I wouldn't say the angst overpowers the whole story to make it change its genre. If you disagree, I will change it.
Discovery
~Lizzie~ Taken where left off~
Lucy closed her eyes as she waited for her computer. Her heart skipped a beat as she waited. It was a fast connection, but what she was doing was not something to be taken lightly. She knew this. What was she doing? This was not a good idea. Lizzie almost shut the computer off before she could read anything, but the temptation to read the article kept her going. Illegal or not, she had to know. It might have been nothing, for the description didn't say much, but then again, it might be something.
Lucy opened her eyes and read the article.
He Lives!
By: Jake Longley
10 Days Ago
Due to unknown circumstances, a tragic story ends with a stroke of luck and bad turned good. Due to the safety of the subject, the police understandable refuses to give the press details of this miracle, only to disclose that someone who was thought to be dead for over two years lives.
How could this be? What happened? As mentioned before, the police are keeping this citizen under wraps, not wanting to make a big issue of it all. What is known is limited and some information will be kept from the general public.
It all started two years ago, the Friday after Thanksgiving. David Gordon, 22, was at the airport, with plans to leave for Asia. Unfortunately, the flight that he was supposed to go on crashed, and all passengers died in the crash. David Gordon's luggage was on the plane, and David Gordon was assumed to be on that plane, but Gordon never did get on that plane.
A country that cannot be disclosed mistook him for a terrorist and took him to their country, where he stayed for the next two years. It was only after those two years was he released after a government mishap. The country released him, apologizing for the mistake and stupidity. David flew back to Hill Ridge, and regained his identity.
He went to the police to deal with the death certificate and social security information. He was unavailable for comments, but the police did say, "It is extremely rare for this to happen. I am shocked that he was thought to be dead for so long. Fortunately, he didn't suffer from any physical or mental damage while away. He also seems emotionally stable." He doesn't want the name of the country to be released.
Currently, David is working on catching up with all of his old friends. This truly is a miracle.
~~
Lucy felt like she was about to faint. According to this article, David Gordon was alive. Her Gordo was out there somewhere. He probably found out about her situation, but there was nothing she could do about it. Why hadn't anyone told her he was alive? Oh, wait, how would they know she knew him? This had to be some sort of joke. This couldn't be happening. Her Gordo was dead. He would have called her if he were alive. He would have found a way to keep in touch with her if he didn't get on that plane.
That was it. Lucy couldn't take it anymore. All of the sudden, she felt her heart pound really fast. She stood up, but that didn't help. Everything around her started spinning, including the walls. She panicked, feeling her whole body shake. What was happening? Was she dead? Was this all a dream? This had to be a dream. "God," she said, looking at the ceiling, "please tell me that I am dreaming. Gordo is safe with you, right? God? God?" Then, suddenly, Lucy felt like her heart stopped.
Lucy dropped to the floor. She had blacked out on her floor.
~~~
~Gordo~
Gordo was in his hotel room with the television on. He had fallen asleep.
At around 11:50, he woke up with a jolt, which caused his eyes to bolt open. He looked around, and saw that he was probably just having a bad dream. He turned off the TV, which was Late Night with Conan O'Brien, and decided to get some real shut-eye.
The funny thing is, he didn't even remember his nightmare. It was just there. He fell back asleep within the next ten minutes, this time dreaming about Lizzie.
In his dream, they were together again in a field. It was like nothing ever happened, filled with lightness and bright colors. Suddenly, Lizzie said, "Gordo, I have a secret."
Lizzie got closer to Gordo and leaned in to his ear, "Gordo, I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too," he said.
"Gordo, je t'aime," she said, and her voice lingered in his ears as she pulled apart. Slowly, Gordo watched her as she floated away, disappearing slowly.
"Lizzie!" he shouted, calling after her.
As she slowly vanished, she shook her head.
"LIZZIE!!!!" he shouted, but the image of Lizzie had vanished completely.
~~End of Dream~~
Gordo opened his eyes, realizing he had another bad dream. He looked at the clock. It was almost three in the morning. At this point, he didn't want sleep. He didn't want to have another bad dream. He got up from the bed, and started to make some coffee with the provided coffee maker and Coffee packets. He turned on the television. By now, they were rerunning the Tonight Show, and he watched Jay Leno interview Tom Hanks while drinking his coffee.
He felt horrible and all bent out of shape. He needed a sign of some sort that he should continue. He needed some guidance and faith. He waited for a minute, thinking it was hopeless, so he watched the interview.
This was hopeless, he thought, as he stared at the screen. What do I think I am doing? I will never find Lizzie, he thought. He was just about ready to give up.
Then, he realized he couldn't give up. He had to find Lizzie, no matter what it took. Loosing hope now, before really even starting would be no good. He had to have hope and faith to keep him doing this. He was going to find Lizzie and his daughter. He had to. He had to at least think he could. He couldn't afford to think otherwise.
~Lizzie~
Young Sarah Nelson woke up in the middle of the night, crying. Cries turned to screams, and no one was answering her. Scared, she screamed even louder, only to stop when the phone rang. The phone kept ringing, so the confused pre-toddler kept screaming for her life. She wanted her mother, and her mother wasn't coming. She was stuck in her crib, with no escape.
She continued to scream and scream at the top of her lungs, only hearing distant voices after a while. She heard people knocking on the door. "MOMMY!" she screamed.
The knocks turned to bangs, and the bangs turned to rattling keys, and then, the apartment door opened. Two figures hurried in, a woman with a robe on and a man. The woman ran to the screaming child.
The child stopped screaming, and coughed, teary-eyed. What was going on? The woman took Sarah into her arms, "Where is mommy?" she asked, worried for the child.
"Uh, Janet, I think you better call for an ambulance!" the man said, from another room. The woman placed the baby back in her crib and went to where her husband was.
"Is she dead?" she asked, looking at the body of Lucy Nelson on the ground.
"I don't know. She is unconscious. I think she may have fainted or something." The man said and he went to the phone and dialed 911, "Hello, operator, we just found an unconscious body in her apartment. I don't think she is dead, but I think she needs to get some medical assistance," the man said, and he explained the needed information.
The woman took the girl and held her in her arms. No one was really clear as to what was going on. Fifteen minutes later, an ambulance arrived, and the man and woman followed them to the hospital with Sarah Nelson.
The three of them waited for news of the condition of Lucy in the waiting room. Sarah eventually fell asleep in the woman's arms.
A few hours later, a doctor came out, asking if they were Lucy Nelson's family.
They stepped up, explaining that they were the ones who found Lucy, and that the little girl was Lucy's child. They said she didn't have any family.
"Well, Lucy is recuperating," the doctor explained.
"What happened to her?"
"Well, she suffered from an anxiety attack, and as a result fainted. It is nothing too serious, but she will be kept overnight. Does her child have a place to stay?"
"Sarah can stay with us for the night. Will she be okay tomorrow?"
"She will be fine, tomorrow," the doctor said, calmly, "she just needs her rest. These things happen from time to time. Sometimes it is due to stress or high anxiety, and other times there is no apparent reason. We will have a conversation with her tomorrow just to make sure she will be fine."
"Thank you, doctor. We will see you tomorrow, then," Janet said.
Janet and her husband, Jack, turned around and headed out the hospital with Sarah, who was completely oblivious to what was going on.
Once back at the apartment complex, Janet, Jack, and Sarah went to Lucy's apartment, and stayed there for the night, as Sarah needed her crib.
Janet and Jack, however, didn't go to sleep right away. Jack went to turn off the computer, "I wonder what made her faint. Do you think it had anything to do with the computer? Janet wondered aloud.
"I don't know. Maybe she knew this David Gordon person?" Jack asked, reading off the screen, as he turned off the computer.
"David Gordon?" Janet repeated, thinking if that name sounded familiar, "I don't know. Lucy always did keep to herself. Why?"
"Well, on the screen, there was an article about him. He was thought to be dead, but he is actually alive."
"Hmm, maybe. Lucy has experienced a lot of deaths in the past, including most of her family and Sarah's father. Maybe he is someone."
Jack walked over to his wife, "Well, maybe it is nobody. Anyway, I just invaded her privacy. Goodnight, Janet," he said and he gave his wife a kiss.
"Goodnight, Jack," Janet said.
They finally got to sleep at around five in the morning.
~~~
What did you think? Let me remind you that no one dies in this story. The next chapter should come out in a few days, but in the mean time, please review. In the next chapter, unless I change my mind, something good happens. I won't discuss which character has something good to happen or if there is more than one good thing, but I can say that something good happens. It could be big, it could be small. Just wait and see.
Uh, I think this chapter has some angst, but I wouldn't say the angst overpowers the whole story to make it change its genre. If you disagree, I will change it.
Discovery
~Lizzie~ Taken where left off~
Lucy closed her eyes as she waited for her computer. Her heart skipped a beat as she waited. It was a fast connection, but what she was doing was not something to be taken lightly. She knew this. What was she doing? This was not a good idea. Lizzie almost shut the computer off before she could read anything, but the temptation to read the article kept her going. Illegal or not, she had to know. It might have been nothing, for the description didn't say much, but then again, it might be something.
Lucy opened her eyes and read the article.
He Lives!
By: Jake Longley
10 Days Ago
Due to unknown circumstances, a tragic story ends with a stroke of luck and bad turned good. Due to the safety of the subject, the police understandable refuses to give the press details of this miracle, only to disclose that someone who was thought to be dead for over two years lives.
How could this be? What happened? As mentioned before, the police are keeping this citizen under wraps, not wanting to make a big issue of it all. What is known is limited and some information will be kept from the general public.
It all started two years ago, the Friday after Thanksgiving. David Gordon, 22, was at the airport, with plans to leave for Asia. Unfortunately, the flight that he was supposed to go on crashed, and all passengers died in the crash. David Gordon's luggage was on the plane, and David Gordon was assumed to be on that plane, but Gordon never did get on that plane.
A country that cannot be disclosed mistook him for a terrorist and took him to their country, where he stayed for the next two years. It was only after those two years was he released after a government mishap. The country released him, apologizing for the mistake and stupidity. David flew back to Hill Ridge, and regained his identity.
He went to the police to deal with the death certificate and social security information. He was unavailable for comments, but the police did say, "It is extremely rare for this to happen. I am shocked that he was thought to be dead for so long. Fortunately, he didn't suffer from any physical or mental damage while away. He also seems emotionally stable." He doesn't want the name of the country to be released.
Currently, David is working on catching up with all of his old friends. This truly is a miracle.
~~
Lucy felt like she was about to faint. According to this article, David Gordon was alive. Her Gordo was out there somewhere. He probably found out about her situation, but there was nothing she could do about it. Why hadn't anyone told her he was alive? Oh, wait, how would they know she knew him? This had to be some sort of joke. This couldn't be happening. Her Gordo was dead. He would have called her if he were alive. He would have found a way to keep in touch with her if he didn't get on that plane.
That was it. Lucy couldn't take it anymore. All of the sudden, she felt her heart pound really fast. She stood up, but that didn't help. Everything around her started spinning, including the walls. She panicked, feeling her whole body shake. What was happening? Was she dead? Was this all a dream? This had to be a dream. "God," she said, looking at the ceiling, "please tell me that I am dreaming. Gordo is safe with you, right? God? God?" Then, suddenly, Lucy felt like her heart stopped.
Lucy dropped to the floor. She had blacked out on her floor.
~~~
~Gordo~
Gordo was in his hotel room with the television on. He had fallen asleep.
At around 11:50, he woke up with a jolt, which caused his eyes to bolt open. He looked around, and saw that he was probably just having a bad dream. He turned off the TV, which was Late Night with Conan O'Brien, and decided to get some real shut-eye.
The funny thing is, he didn't even remember his nightmare. It was just there. He fell back asleep within the next ten minutes, this time dreaming about Lizzie.
In his dream, they were together again in a field. It was like nothing ever happened, filled with lightness and bright colors. Suddenly, Lizzie said, "Gordo, I have a secret."
Lizzie got closer to Gordo and leaned in to his ear, "Gordo, I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too," he said.
"Gordo, je t'aime," she said, and her voice lingered in his ears as she pulled apart. Slowly, Gordo watched her as she floated away, disappearing slowly.
"Lizzie!" he shouted, calling after her.
As she slowly vanished, she shook her head.
"LIZZIE!!!!" he shouted, but the image of Lizzie had vanished completely.
~~End of Dream~~
Gordo opened his eyes, realizing he had another bad dream. He looked at the clock. It was almost three in the morning. At this point, he didn't want sleep. He didn't want to have another bad dream. He got up from the bed, and started to make some coffee with the provided coffee maker and Coffee packets. He turned on the television. By now, they were rerunning the Tonight Show, and he watched Jay Leno interview Tom Hanks while drinking his coffee.
He felt horrible and all bent out of shape. He needed a sign of some sort that he should continue. He needed some guidance and faith. He waited for a minute, thinking it was hopeless, so he watched the interview.
This was hopeless, he thought, as he stared at the screen. What do I think I am doing? I will never find Lizzie, he thought. He was just about ready to give up.
Then, he realized he couldn't give up. He had to find Lizzie, no matter what it took. Loosing hope now, before really even starting would be no good. He had to have hope and faith to keep him doing this. He was going to find Lizzie and his daughter. He had to. He had to at least think he could. He couldn't afford to think otherwise.
~Lizzie~
Young Sarah Nelson woke up in the middle of the night, crying. Cries turned to screams, and no one was answering her. Scared, she screamed even louder, only to stop when the phone rang. The phone kept ringing, so the confused pre-toddler kept screaming for her life. She wanted her mother, and her mother wasn't coming. She was stuck in her crib, with no escape.
She continued to scream and scream at the top of her lungs, only hearing distant voices after a while. She heard people knocking on the door. "MOMMY!" she screamed.
The knocks turned to bangs, and the bangs turned to rattling keys, and then, the apartment door opened. Two figures hurried in, a woman with a robe on and a man. The woman ran to the screaming child.
The child stopped screaming, and coughed, teary-eyed. What was going on? The woman took Sarah into her arms, "Where is mommy?" she asked, worried for the child.
"Uh, Janet, I think you better call for an ambulance!" the man said, from another room. The woman placed the baby back in her crib and went to where her husband was.
"Is she dead?" she asked, looking at the body of Lucy Nelson on the ground.
"I don't know. She is unconscious. I think she may have fainted or something." The man said and he went to the phone and dialed 911, "Hello, operator, we just found an unconscious body in her apartment. I don't think she is dead, but I think she needs to get some medical assistance," the man said, and he explained the needed information.
The woman took the girl and held her in her arms. No one was really clear as to what was going on. Fifteen minutes later, an ambulance arrived, and the man and woman followed them to the hospital with Sarah Nelson.
The three of them waited for news of the condition of Lucy in the waiting room. Sarah eventually fell asleep in the woman's arms.
A few hours later, a doctor came out, asking if they were Lucy Nelson's family.
They stepped up, explaining that they were the ones who found Lucy, and that the little girl was Lucy's child. They said she didn't have any family.
"Well, Lucy is recuperating," the doctor explained.
"What happened to her?"
"Well, she suffered from an anxiety attack, and as a result fainted. It is nothing too serious, but she will be kept overnight. Does her child have a place to stay?"
"Sarah can stay with us for the night. Will she be okay tomorrow?"
"She will be fine, tomorrow," the doctor said, calmly, "she just needs her rest. These things happen from time to time. Sometimes it is due to stress or high anxiety, and other times there is no apparent reason. We will have a conversation with her tomorrow just to make sure she will be fine."
"Thank you, doctor. We will see you tomorrow, then," Janet said.
Janet and her husband, Jack, turned around and headed out the hospital with Sarah, who was completely oblivious to what was going on.
Once back at the apartment complex, Janet, Jack, and Sarah went to Lucy's apartment, and stayed there for the night, as Sarah needed her crib.
Janet and Jack, however, didn't go to sleep right away. Jack went to turn off the computer, "I wonder what made her faint. Do you think it had anything to do with the computer? Janet wondered aloud.
"I don't know. Maybe she knew this David Gordon person?" Jack asked, reading off the screen, as he turned off the computer.
"David Gordon?" Janet repeated, thinking if that name sounded familiar, "I don't know. Lucy always did keep to herself. Why?"
"Well, on the screen, there was an article about him. He was thought to be dead, but he is actually alive."
"Hmm, maybe. Lucy has experienced a lot of deaths in the past, including most of her family and Sarah's father. Maybe he is someone."
Jack walked over to his wife, "Well, maybe it is nobody. Anyway, I just invaded her privacy. Goodnight, Janet," he said and he gave his wife a kiss.
"Goodnight, Jack," Janet said.
They finally got to sleep at around five in the morning.
~~~
What did you think? Let me remind you that no one dies in this story. The next chapter should come out in a few days, but in the mean time, please review. In the next chapter, unless I change my mind, something good happens. I won't discuss which character has something good to happen or if there is more than one good thing, but I can say that something good happens. It could be big, it could be small. Just wait and see.