Previous chapter: Fred and Jim talk about Jim's mysteriously forgotten
past. Well, some of it.
And, if you haven't figured already. The text in between: / / Is "the past"
[PG-13]
Brand New: Part 6
I didn't really listen to the rest of Fred and my conversation. I didn't have the mind to.
I remember eventually telling Fred I was really tired and needed sleep, with no shame. I just wanted to remember. But I couldn't.
I still can't. Even after three days.
I just keep having little flashes, but nothing I can piece together.
Gene calling me, me looking up to him.. The cold stares I would give to Fred...
"Ehn!" I pull my finger back and drop the tool I was holding.
I take off my goggles to look at my finger. Just a little burn, nothing serious.. Should have worn gloves.
Guess I forgot.
I then sigh as I unplug the tool, and turn about so I can put my back to the counter I was using.
How am I supposed to work if I can't even concentrate?
I let myself slowly slide to the floor, with my back to the counter side, and my hands to my face.
/ "Hey kid. you okay?" I heard a voice, but was too tired to run now.
I slowly uncovered my dirty face, and looked up at the man.
There was a light surrounding him. Maybe it was just because I had my hands over my face for such a long time. But I remember I thought he was an angel. Come to take me out of Hell.
And. That's exactly what he did. /
I hear a door open and quickly let my hands fall to the floor beside my thighs, to see Fred.
He has papers in his hand, and a solemn look on his face that makes me feel like I should stand.
"Jim." He starts, looking at the papers as I pull myself up. "You're fired."
What he says almost makes me fall back down.
I almost shout out why. But. I already know a couple of reasons.
I put my head down, and go to take off my goggles.
Only to have Fred's hand on my shoulder, and as I look up- a smile on his face.
"I'm just kidding, Jim." He says "Well.. Sort of."
I look at him questioningly.
"You are, as of whenever you're ready, working for Gene Starwind."
I'm glad Fred has his hand on my shoulder, for once again. I almost fall over.
"What?" I ask, not really comprehending what it meant.
Fred smiles some, and to my dismay- takes his hand away, causing me to wobble some.
"So you can speak!" He pulls out a pen and checks something off on the papers. "Now. are you familiar with the alphabet?"
He looks at me with his pen handy, and I look at him skeptically as I nod.
"Oh wow. Well that settles it! You've got the job." He 'jokes' as he shakes my hand vigorously. And I can't help but smile some.
"So I'm working for Gene?" I ask, just to make sure.
"Emmm. Well. I was actually kind of discrete with Gene. I simply told him I had an employee for him. He asked if it was you. But I told him it would be a surprise." Fred explains as he puts his pen back into his pocket.
"A surprise?" I ask, somewhat confused.
"Oh.." Fred looks back at his papers, and I try to take a peek at them. Doesn't look like anything relevant. "I didn't know whether you wanted to go as you. Or as.. uh.. You. You know what I mean?"
I step back some, only to run into the counter as I nod. Knowing exactly what he meant: Whether or not I would go as a male or a female.
"So, do you know?" He asks, looking at me from the papers.
"I'll go. as..uh" I start to mumble..
"Well, you don't have to make a sudden decision. Just think about it, okay?" Fred sets his papers back in place on his side and smiles at me. "Tell me when you've made your decision."
*
"He'll recognize me, for sure." I sigh, looking at Fred as he puts the finishing touches on my make-up
"Hmmm.." He ponders before getting up. "I know!" I watch his face as he pushes my hair out of my face, and continues to do the 'finishing touches' "We'll tell Gene you're Jim Hawking's cousin." He exclaims brilliantly.
And I think about it as he lets his hands fall..
"Come here!" He says, after standing up and as he dusts some of the makeup on his hands, onto his pants and then puts them out to me to take.
I take them, and he gently glides me to the closest full-body mirror.
And when I see my reflection, I'm in total shock.
This might actually work.
I stare at the two of in the mirror, and I almost blush as he begins to adjust my dress some.
"You look ravishing!" He smiles into the mirror for me to see. I attempt to smile back, but find it quite hard to.
"So are you ready?" He asks, staring at me attentively from a side view.
I can feel my stomach beginning to ache. But I watch myself as I nod into the mirror.
*
The next morning, I was really ready.
I threw up the day before, I was so nervous. But Fred has helped me in relaxing. We practiced on my voice, and he also taught me how to do my make- up the way he did it,- as well as other pointers.
Maybe it was better I spewed. .Now how often do you hear that?
I had everything packed, and I was ready to go. All I needed was a taxi, and to give thanks.
"Fred..." I say before I push my gaze to him from the rain splashing on the pavement of the street "I. I want to thank you for everything you've done for me. And for not hating me"
He smiles some, and puts his hand on my back, making my grips on my suitcase tighten some.
"I could never hate you, Jim." He says before bringing me into a small embrace, minding my suitcase as well as the one in his other hand.
I watch as the cab approaches, and Fred lets himself step back from me. And once the cab is stopped and parked, I help as he puts my suitcases into the trunk.
"Remember to breathe." He smiles softly as he opens the door for me, and I nod some- taking the tip very seriously.
"Thanks again, Fred." I say, before giving him another hug. This time more whole.
And as we slowly pull away I watch as Fred goes to kiss me. I freeze as he does, and then see that he lays his lips on my blushing cheek.
"Good luck." He whispers, and I nod.
I then let myself into the cab, and sit as Fred closes the door after me.
I try to look at Fred through the fogged window, but faintly do so.
"Where to young lady?" The cab driver asks, looking at me through his rearview mirror.
"To 330153 West Crossing." I say in the best voice I can manage, which must have been all right in the very least. He didn't give me any strange looks.
I then waited as the car began to move, and was about to wipe off the window, so I could wave to Fred once more.
When I saw a little message on the window, written from the fog build up.
'Love you.' It said.
And I looked through it, to see Fred walking away.
To Be Continued.
Hey! Pretty fast eh? (
Oh. I just made up Gene's address. :S Just to let you know...
This chapter felt a little 'iffy', whatever that means. Me thinking that's a bad thing. I hope you all feel otherwise.
PREVIEW/?WARNING? OF UPCOMING CHAPTERS: I'm sorry for those of you would don't really like Jim being a 'drag queen' But. truth to tell. Future chapters are going to focus on that a lot. With Jim coping with Gene, as well as himself. Both him/her selves, that is! :S It's also going to focus a lot on the rest of Jim 'mysteriously forgotten' past, and how Gene and Fred tie into it.
Reki Strife: Thanks so much for your review! I'm glad you're enjoying my story. I hope there are no really huge plot holes. (I've noticed a few myself, but nothing too serious, I hope) Anyway- you're very much welcome for reviewing your story! ..And if you ever want me to read any other Outlaw Star fics you are writing, I'd be glad to!
leelee3: Well, thanks for pointing them out to me! If there's anything my readers want me to do, that will improve the story, then I'll try my best to make sure and do it! ( I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter. Hope you still feel the same.
Molly-chan the Anime/Game fan: Well thanks again for that 'poke' har har. And actually, the hurricane one was actually one of the ones that were slightly true. Hurricane Isabel did take my power out, but not for 2 months. Heh. Just about a week. Still a long time, if you think about it...
I can't wait to hear from all of you again, and perhaps new readers too? One can hope!
And, if you haven't figured already. The text in between: / / Is "the past"
[PG-13]
Brand New: Part 6
I didn't really listen to the rest of Fred and my conversation. I didn't have the mind to.
I remember eventually telling Fred I was really tired and needed sleep, with no shame. I just wanted to remember. But I couldn't.
I still can't. Even after three days.
I just keep having little flashes, but nothing I can piece together.
Gene calling me, me looking up to him.. The cold stares I would give to Fred...
"Ehn!" I pull my finger back and drop the tool I was holding.
I take off my goggles to look at my finger. Just a little burn, nothing serious.. Should have worn gloves.
Guess I forgot.
I then sigh as I unplug the tool, and turn about so I can put my back to the counter I was using.
How am I supposed to work if I can't even concentrate?
I let myself slowly slide to the floor, with my back to the counter side, and my hands to my face.
/ "Hey kid. you okay?" I heard a voice, but was too tired to run now.
I slowly uncovered my dirty face, and looked up at the man.
There was a light surrounding him. Maybe it was just because I had my hands over my face for such a long time. But I remember I thought he was an angel. Come to take me out of Hell.
And. That's exactly what he did. /
I hear a door open and quickly let my hands fall to the floor beside my thighs, to see Fred.
He has papers in his hand, and a solemn look on his face that makes me feel like I should stand.
"Jim." He starts, looking at the papers as I pull myself up. "You're fired."
What he says almost makes me fall back down.
I almost shout out why. But. I already know a couple of reasons.
I put my head down, and go to take off my goggles.
Only to have Fred's hand on my shoulder, and as I look up- a smile on his face.
"I'm just kidding, Jim." He says "Well.. Sort of."
I look at him questioningly.
"You are, as of whenever you're ready, working for Gene Starwind."
I'm glad Fred has his hand on my shoulder, for once again. I almost fall over.
"What?" I ask, not really comprehending what it meant.
Fred smiles some, and to my dismay- takes his hand away, causing me to wobble some.
"So you can speak!" He pulls out a pen and checks something off on the papers. "Now. are you familiar with the alphabet?"
He looks at me with his pen handy, and I look at him skeptically as I nod.
"Oh wow. Well that settles it! You've got the job." He 'jokes' as he shakes my hand vigorously. And I can't help but smile some.
"So I'm working for Gene?" I ask, just to make sure.
"Emmm. Well. I was actually kind of discrete with Gene. I simply told him I had an employee for him. He asked if it was you. But I told him it would be a surprise." Fred explains as he puts his pen back into his pocket.
"A surprise?" I ask, somewhat confused.
"Oh.." Fred looks back at his papers, and I try to take a peek at them. Doesn't look like anything relevant. "I didn't know whether you wanted to go as you. Or as.. uh.. You. You know what I mean?"
I step back some, only to run into the counter as I nod. Knowing exactly what he meant: Whether or not I would go as a male or a female.
"So, do you know?" He asks, looking at me from the papers.
"I'll go. as..uh" I start to mumble..
"Well, you don't have to make a sudden decision. Just think about it, okay?" Fred sets his papers back in place on his side and smiles at me. "Tell me when you've made your decision."
*
"He'll recognize me, for sure." I sigh, looking at Fred as he puts the finishing touches on my make-up
"Hmmm.." He ponders before getting up. "I know!" I watch his face as he pushes my hair out of my face, and continues to do the 'finishing touches' "We'll tell Gene you're Jim Hawking's cousin." He exclaims brilliantly.
And I think about it as he lets his hands fall..
"Come here!" He says, after standing up and as he dusts some of the makeup on his hands, onto his pants and then puts them out to me to take.
I take them, and he gently glides me to the closest full-body mirror.
And when I see my reflection, I'm in total shock.
This might actually work.
I stare at the two of in the mirror, and I almost blush as he begins to adjust my dress some.
"You look ravishing!" He smiles into the mirror for me to see. I attempt to smile back, but find it quite hard to.
"So are you ready?" He asks, staring at me attentively from a side view.
I can feel my stomach beginning to ache. But I watch myself as I nod into the mirror.
*
The next morning, I was really ready.
I threw up the day before, I was so nervous. But Fred has helped me in relaxing. We practiced on my voice, and he also taught me how to do my make- up the way he did it,- as well as other pointers.
Maybe it was better I spewed. .Now how often do you hear that?
I had everything packed, and I was ready to go. All I needed was a taxi, and to give thanks.
"Fred..." I say before I push my gaze to him from the rain splashing on the pavement of the street "I. I want to thank you for everything you've done for me. And for not hating me"
He smiles some, and puts his hand on my back, making my grips on my suitcase tighten some.
"I could never hate you, Jim." He says before bringing me into a small embrace, minding my suitcase as well as the one in his other hand.
I watch as the cab approaches, and Fred lets himself step back from me. And once the cab is stopped and parked, I help as he puts my suitcases into the trunk.
"Remember to breathe." He smiles softly as he opens the door for me, and I nod some- taking the tip very seriously.
"Thanks again, Fred." I say, before giving him another hug. This time more whole.
And as we slowly pull away I watch as Fred goes to kiss me. I freeze as he does, and then see that he lays his lips on my blushing cheek.
"Good luck." He whispers, and I nod.
I then let myself into the cab, and sit as Fred closes the door after me.
I try to look at Fred through the fogged window, but faintly do so.
"Where to young lady?" The cab driver asks, looking at me through his rearview mirror.
"To 330153 West Crossing." I say in the best voice I can manage, which must have been all right in the very least. He didn't give me any strange looks.
I then waited as the car began to move, and was about to wipe off the window, so I could wave to Fred once more.
When I saw a little message on the window, written from the fog build up.
'Love you.' It said.
And I looked through it, to see Fred walking away.
To Be Continued.
Hey! Pretty fast eh? (
Oh. I just made up Gene's address. :S Just to let you know...
This chapter felt a little 'iffy', whatever that means. Me thinking that's a bad thing. I hope you all feel otherwise.
PREVIEW/?WARNING? OF UPCOMING CHAPTERS: I'm sorry for those of you would don't really like Jim being a 'drag queen' But. truth to tell. Future chapters are going to focus on that a lot. With Jim coping with Gene, as well as himself. Both him/her selves, that is! :S It's also going to focus a lot on the rest of Jim 'mysteriously forgotten' past, and how Gene and Fred tie into it.
Reki Strife: Thanks so much for your review! I'm glad you're enjoying my story. I hope there are no really huge plot holes. (I've noticed a few myself, but nothing too serious, I hope) Anyway- you're very much welcome for reviewing your story! ..And if you ever want me to read any other Outlaw Star fics you are writing, I'd be glad to!
leelee3: Well, thanks for pointing them out to me! If there's anything my readers want me to do, that will improve the story, then I'll try my best to make sure and do it! ( I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter. Hope you still feel the same.
Molly-chan the Anime/Game fan: Well thanks again for that 'poke' har har. And actually, the hurricane one was actually one of the ones that were slightly true. Hurricane Isabel did take my power out, but not for 2 months. Heh. Just about a week. Still a long time, if you think about it...
I can't wait to hear from all of you again, and perhaps new readers too? One can hope!