Too Far To See
Writer note: Here is the third story of "Colors of the Past". Hopefully this fic will go faster than the others, because I really liked how I originally wrote it so I won't have to re-write much. For those of you looking for more of Kit's war experience trama, you gotta be patient. It will come back up again! I try never to abandon things! All my readers have been so loyal ((especially Tarra and Calie2)), thank you!
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The news of Karnage's death was horrible, but then to find out that he was really alive sent Molly into a tailspin. She sat bolt upright on her bed for an hour trying hard to regain her bearings for the whole situation. Though it wasn't just a 'situation' anymore. More than just a counselor/patient relationship was there. Emotions were involved, and Molly's mind was muddled with thoughts thrashing back and forth with a bunch of "what do I do"s in-between.
A baby's cry cut through her thoughts. She slipped out her room, past the kitchen, and upstairs without being seen. Kit was rocking one of the twins back to sleep.
"Is everything okay?" she asked, peeking in the doorway.
Kit looked up and smiled. "Yeah. Rannie is a little fussy. I think she's hungry. Guinna needed some 'down time' for a little while." He stood up, shifting the calming Rannie in his arms then setting her down next to Aaron. Molly stepped up to the crib, smiling at the sight of Aaron sleeping.
"They're so innocent" she sudden said. "Unlike me."
"What do you mean by that?" Kit asked.
"Oh, nothing. It's just…I've done some bad things in my life. I'm afraid I'm gonna do more."
Kit quirked his head in confusion. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No" Molly replied, shrugging. "Forget what I said."
"Upset about Karnage?"
Molly stroked Aaron's back and looked on. Her heart sank at Kit's question. She wanted to tell him so badly, but knew she couldn't.
"It's strange how you hate someone for so long, but you cry when they're dead. I don't get it."
"Well, from what you've told us, you got to know Karnage on a personal level. I can't see how that could possibly happen, but maybe you're mourning him like you would a friend."
"I know. Very strange to admit, but that is true."
"Well, I'm thankful he's gone and can never hurt us again."
"Yeah, right."
A pause of silence fell between them until Kit spoke. "I heard Shawn turned out to be a complete jerk."
"We were together for over a year. I thought he was my soul mate like you and Guinna are. He acted like he loved me more than anything. I guess he didn't, or else he wouldn't have broken if off with me just because he was so impatient about 'doing the deed."
"He didn't deserve you, Molly."
*I wouldn't say that.* Molly said in her head.
"Someday you'll get married to the person you're suppose to be with."
"How will I know that -that- guy is the guy who is right for me?"
"You'll know."
"But when?"
"You're seventeen. You have you're whole life to find that person. You should have figured this out by now, Miss Counselor."
Molly cracked a smile. "You're right. I'll find that guy one day. I guess I have a lot more to learn too."
"That's my girl" Kit said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
* * *
A week passed, and all that was on Molly's mind was Karnage - with the occasional cursing of Shawn's name. She tried desperately to let the subject go. Karnage was gone to a foreign country and there was nothing she could do about it. But, the more she played it down, the stronger her responsibility felt for him. He was -her- patient - and friend, she always had to admit - and she was worried about him.
*The Bagos? It's a pretty far off place.* She mused as she helped Wildcat inspect the SeaDuck. She'd heard war stories from Baloo about the twin islands, how Bago-Nova was always trying to gain control over Bago-Shiloh. It was far from being a free nation like Usland was. "Wildcat. Do you know how far the Bagos are from here?"
A clatter was heard before Wildcat popped his head out from under the SeaDuck's hood. "The Bagos?" he asked, rubbing his head. "That's WAY passed Anglo-Sax territory, and you know how far Anglo-Sax territory is. You wouldn't wanna go to the Bagos for a vacation. They got this feuding going on over there. I think the Hatfields and McCoys started it."
"Yeah, I've heard of all the trouble those islands have with each other." Molly sighed, handing Wildcat the wrench he pointed to. "Oh well, I'll just look on one of Kit's maps to see how far it is."
* * *
The maps were studied and the plans laid out. Molly had planned for almost two weeks. There were loopholes and pitfalls, but the determination inside her was stronger than any of that. She took her time making her way to the kitchen table, her mind fluttering with nervousness. She'd take the craziest step of her life when she made it there, and it was ripping her stomach in half. She wished heavily she would change her mind about the plan. But, through her stubbornness, emotion, and responsibility felt toward Karnage, she would not change her mind.
"Good morning, honey" Rebecca greeted as Molly strolled into the kitchen. Her and Baloo were the only ones eating breakfast at the moment. "How are you today?"
Molly cracked an uneasy smile. "Too early to tell, Mom."
"Hey, that's my excuse!" Baloo mock-protested through the egg stuffed in his mouth.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Just cereal." Molly sat across from Baloo as her mother placed a bowl and cereal box in front of her. "Thanks, Mom."
"You're welcome, honey."
Molly reached for the milk and made her breakfast. It gave her time to wait for her mother to be settled before asking her big question. As soon as Rebecca had taken a few bites of her toast, Molly asked, "U'n'U is hosting a retreat in Winger City in a couple days. I was wondering if I could go."
Rebecca cocked her head. ""How much will it cost?"
"Not much. If you pre-register, the retreat is free. All you have to pay for is food and stuff like that."
"How long is it for?"
"Two weeks."
"Molly, I think that's a long time for a retreat."
"But, I really want to go." Molly scrunched her face in a pleading manner. "Please, Mom."
"I have a shipment to bring to Winger City tomorrow" Baloo interceded. "I'll fly her there."
Rebecca stayed deadly quiet for a very long few minutes. Molly could barely breathe by the time she spoke again. "I guess it'd be good for you. You can go, Molly."
"Thanks, Mom!" Molly jumped out, forgetting her bowl of cereal, and hugged her mother. "I'll start packing!" She hurried to her room, a nervous and somewhat relieved ball forming in the pit of her stomach.
Writer note: Here is the third story of "Colors of the Past". Hopefully this fic will go faster than the others, because I really liked how I originally wrote it so I won't have to re-write much. For those of you looking for more of Kit's war experience trama, you gotta be patient. It will come back up again! I try never to abandon things! All my readers have been so loyal ((especially Tarra and Calie2)), thank you!
***
The news of Karnage's death was horrible, but then to find out that he was really alive sent Molly into a tailspin. She sat bolt upright on her bed for an hour trying hard to regain her bearings for the whole situation. Though it wasn't just a 'situation' anymore. More than just a counselor/patient relationship was there. Emotions were involved, and Molly's mind was muddled with thoughts thrashing back and forth with a bunch of "what do I do"s in-between.
A baby's cry cut through her thoughts. She slipped out her room, past the kitchen, and upstairs without being seen. Kit was rocking one of the twins back to sleep.
"Is everything okay?" she asked, peeking in the doorway.
Kit looked up and smiled. "Yeah. Rannie is a little fussy. I think she's hungry. Guinna needed some 'down time' for a little while." He stood up, shifting the calming Rannie in his arms then setting her down next to Aaron. Molly stepped up to the crib, smiling at the sight of Aaron sleeping.
"They're so innocent" she sudden said. "Unlike me."
"What do you mean by that?" Kit asked.
"Oh, nothing. It's just…I've done some bad things in my life. I'm afraid I'm gonna do more."
Kit quirked his head in confusion. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No" Molly replied, shrugging. "Forget what I said."
"Upset about Karnage?"
Molly stroked Aaron's back and looked on. Her heart sank at Kit's question. She wanted to tell him so badly, but knew she couldn't.
"It's strange how you hate someone for so long, but you cry when they're dead. I don't get it."
"Well, from what you've told us, you got to know Karnage on a personal level. I can't see how that could possibly happen, but maybe you're mourning him like you would a friend."
"I know. Very strange to admit, but that is true."
"Well, I'm thankful he's gone and can never hurt us again."
"Yeah, right."
A pause of silence fell between them until Kit spoke. "I heard Shawn turned out to be a complete jerk."
"We were together for over a year. I thought he was my soul mate like you and Guinna are. He acted like he loved me more than anything. I guess he didn't, or else he wouldn't have broken if off with me just because he was so impatient about 'doing the deed."
"He didn't deserve you, Molly."
*I wouldn't say that.* Molly said in her head.
"Someday you'll get married to the person you're suppose to be with."
"How will I know that -that- guy is the guy who is right for me?"
"You'll know."
"But when?"
"You're seventeen. You have you're whole life to find that person. You should have figured this out by now, Miss Counselor."
Molly cracked a smile. "You're right. I'll find that guy one day. I guess I have a lot more to learn too."
"That's my girl" Kit said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
* * *
A week passed, and all that was on Molly's mind was Karnage - with the occasional cursing of Shawn's name. She tried desperately to let the subject go. Karnage was gone to a foreign country and there was nothing she could do about it. But, the more she played it down, the stronger her responsibility felt for him. He was -her- patient - and friend, she always had to admit - and she was worried about him.
*The Bagos? It's a pretty far off place.* She mused as she helped Wildcat inspect the SeaDuck. She'd heard war stories from Baloo about the twin islands, how Bago-Nova was always trying to gain control over Bago-Shiloh. It was far from being a free nation like Usland was. "Wildcat. Do you know how far the Bagos are from here?"
A clatter was heard before Wildcat popped his head out from under the SeaDuck's hood. "The Bagos?" he asked, rubbing his head. "That's WAY passed Anglo-Sax territory, and you know how far Anglo-Sax territory is. You wouldn't wanna go to the Bagos for a vacation. They got this feuding going on over there. I think the Hatfields and McCoys started it."
"Yeah, I've heard of all the trouble those islands have with each other." Molly sighed, handing Wildcat the wrench he pointed to. "Oh well, I'll just look on one of Kit's maps to see how far it is."
* * *
The maps were studied and the plans laid out. Molly had planned for almost two weeks. There were loopholes and pitfalls, but the determination inside her was stronger than any of that. She took her time making her way to the kitchen table, her mind fluttering with nervousness. She'd take the craziest step of her life when she made it there, and it was ripping her stomach in half. She wished heavily she would change her mind about the plan. But, through her stubbornness, emotion, and responsibility felt toward Karnage, she would not change her mind.
"Good morning, honey" Rebecca greeted as Molly strolled into the kitchen. Her and Baloo were the only ones eating breakfast at the moment. "How are you today?"
Molly cracked an uneasy smile. "Too early to tell, Mom."
"Hey, that's my excuse!" Baloo mock-protested through the egg stuffed in his mouth.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Just cereal." Molly sat across from Baloo as her mother placed a bowl and cereal box in front of her. "Thanks, Mom."
"You're welcome, honey."
Molly reached for the milk and made her breakfast. It gave her time to wait for her mother to be settled before asking her big question. As soon as Rebecca had taken a few bites of her toast, Molly asked, "U'n'U is hosting a retreat in Winger City in a couple days. I was wondering if I could go."
Rebecca cocked her head. ""How much will it cost?"
"Not much. If you pre-register, the retreat is free. All you have to pay for is food and stuff like that."
"How long is it for?"
"Two weeks."
"Molly, I think that's a long time for a retreat."
"But, I really want to go." Molly scrunched her face in a pleading manner. "Please, Mom."
"I have a shipment to bring to Winger City tomorrow" Baloo interceded. "I'll fly her there."
Rebecca stayed deadly quiet for a very long few minutes. Molly could barely breathe by the time she spoke again. "I guess it'd be good for you. You can go, Molly."
"Thanks, Mom!" Molly jumped out, forgetting her bowl of cereal, and hugged her mother. "I'll start packing!" She hurried to her room, a nervous and somewhat relieved ball forming in the pit of her stomach.