A/n: I know it does sound a little similar to "Night's Child," so I'm
thinking off taking the fic down, if you want me to keep it up, please
review otherwise, I'll just quit while I'm ahead. But I'm trying to make
the way it's done different.
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I didn't know what to think, the thing's I heard about my mother, she had it bad from the start, I couldn't believe my dad never told me.
I just grabbed my bike, I needed to get out there, I didn't know where I was going to go but I went as far as I could go.
I headed to the park, I threw down my bike and sat on the swing and wept.
I looked up when I sensed another presence, I then realised that Tim was nearby.
"What's wrong?" he was behind me, I heard genuine concern for me in his voice, was he going to end up like Cal? No, those were different times, I was not my mother.
"Nothing" I said, dumb move Moira; you're crying your heart out.
"Now I know that's not true" he smiled kneeling down before me resting his arms on my lap,
"How did you know I was here?" I asked
"I was driving home from practical magick, I saw you on your bike"
How pathetic did that sound? He was driving and I was on my bike!
"I know we don't know each other very well, we've only met once, but I'm here for you, you can trust me, I'll make a good shoulder to cry on. . . its waterproof"
I smiled a little at his little quirk, "Come on it can't be that bad can it?"
"You have no idea," I muttered
"Well at least give me the gist so I can understand"
"Well let's just say I've learned a lot of stuff about my family which is just too much to comprehend"
"Ah the old. . Your uncle is an evil dictator story line huh?"
He had no idea how unbelievably close he was to some of it.
"Well Ciaran MacEwan is my grandfather does that count?"
Tim looked slightly taken aback, "Whoa," he said, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to be funny"
"It's okay, you didn't know," I said
"No, it's not, I shouldn't be making pathetic jokes while you upset anyway"
I stood up, "It's late, I better go,"
"Would you like a ride?" he offered
"I've got the bike"
"Oh okay, just call me if you want to talk, I'll catch you at school, tomorrow?"
"Sure" I murmured,
He took a step closer to me and he met my mouth with his, suddenly we were kissing passionately and intensely, it was amazing, I had never been kissed before I knew this feeling was right.
When we pulled apart from one another Tim placed his thumb on my forehead and then on my chest while he murmured some spell, instantly I felt better, not 100% but better than I was.
"Thank you" I said quietly,
He leaned over and kissed me again, "I really must go now," I said pulling apart for a moment but allowing him to pull me back again.
When we finally untangled ourselves we were both breathing heavily.
"I'll see you tomorrow" I smiled, I then climbed back on my bike and rode off, enjoying the fact that I knew he was watching me go.
When I arrived home my dad rushed out the house and helped me in, bombarding me with questions.
"Are you okay Moira? Where did you go I was worried sick? I love you don't ever do that to me again okay?"
Who was this man, my father was never so panicky and so open about his feelings, he was normally so calm and content, very reserved kept to himself. But I guess with what happened today and with mom's anniversary approaching, I could hardly blame him.
"I'm fine" I replied,
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I just need some sleep I'm tired is all"
My father took a step back and examined me for a second.
"Okay," he said finally,
He bent down and hugged me, "Listen Moira, I'm sorry okay? I never meant to hurt you, I want you to know I would never say or keep anything from you unless it was for your safety I was doing what I thought was for the best"
"Dad, I'm tired my head is spinning I just need to let it sink in, just. . . can we do this tomorrow? After school, I'm not ready to do it now"
"You don't have to go to school tomorrow, you can stay here and we could talk some more –"
"No, I want to go to school, I need it to just take my mind of things."
Plus I want to see Tim, I added silently.
"Fine" he sighed, "Are you sure you're okay"
I nodded, "I'm going to bed"
"Goodnight then" my dad said giving me a kiss on the cheek
After I somehow managed to drag my half dead body up the stairs, out of my clothes and into my pyjama's I collapsed into my bed and sprawled out enjoying every inch of comfort I gained from it.
"Do you think she's okay?" I heard my dad ask Sky from downstairs
"She's just got a lot of information to digest, just give her time, she'll come round"
"Urgh!" I heard him groan loudly, "How did I screw this up?"
That too was not like my dad, he was not one to admit his mistakes or weaknesses.
"Why am I such a lousy father?"
"Your not," I heard Sky tell him, "Come on Hunter, just get yourself to bed we're all tired, I'm heading to bed now myself, goodnight"
I heard Sky's footsteps on the stairs and the quiet creak my bedroom door makes when it opens as Sky came in and went to bed.
"Night Moira" she said quietly
"Night" I replied.
I thought about how my dad felt, he wasn't a lousy father at all, he was a great father, the best anyone could ever ask for. . . I just wish he didn't lie to me.
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I didn't know what to think, the thing's I heard about my mother, she had it bad from the start, I couldn't believe my dad never told me.
I just grabbed my bike, I needed to get out there, I didn't know where I was going to go but I went as far as I could go.
I headed to the park, I threw down my bike and sat on the swing and wept.
I looked up when I sensed another presence, I then realised that Tim was nearby.
"What's wrong?" he was behind me, I heard genuine concern for me in his voice, was he going to end up like Cal? No, those were different times, I was not my mother.
"Nothing" I said, dumb move Moira; you're crying your heart out.
"Now I know that's not true" he smiled kneeling down before me resting his arms on my lap,
"How did you know I was here?" I asked
"I was driving home from practical magick, I saw you on your bike"
How pathetic did that sound? He was driving and I was on my bike!
"I know we don't know each other very well, we've only met once, but I'm here for you, you can trust me, I'll make a good shoulder to cry on. . . its waterproof"
I smiled a little at his little quirk, "Come on it can't be that bad can it?"
"You have no idea," I muttered
"Well at least give me the gist so I can understand"
"Well let's just say I've learned a lot of stuff about my family which is just too much to comprehend"
"Ah the old. . Your uncle is an evil dictator story line huh?"
He had no idea how unbelievably close he was to some of it.
"Well Ciaran MacEwan is my grandfather does that count?"
Tim looked slightly taken aback, "Whoa," he said, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to be funny"
"It's okay, you didn't know," I said
"No, it's not, I shouldn't be making pathetic jokes while you upset anyway"
I stood up, "It's late, I better go,"
"Would you like a ride?" he offered
"I've got the bike"
"Oh okay, just call me if you want to talk, I'll catch you at school, tomorrow?"
"Sure" I murmured,
He took a step closer to me and he met my mouth with his, suddenly we were kissing passionately and intensely, it was amazing, I had never been kissed before I knew this feeling was right.
When we pulled apart from one another Tim placed his thumb on my forehead and then on my chest while he murmured some spell, instantly I felt better, not 100% but better than I was.
"Thank you" I said quietly,
He leaned over and kissed me again, "I really must go now," I said pulling apart for a moment but allowing him to pull me back again.
When we finally untangled ourselves we were both breathing heavily.
"I'll see you tomorrow" I smiled, I then climbed back on my bike and rode off, enjoying the fact that I knew he was watching me go.
When I arrived home my dad rushed out the house and helped me in, bombarding me with questions.
"Are you okay Moira? Where did you go I was worried sick? I love you don't ever do that to me again okay?"
Who was this man, my father was never so panicky and so open about his feelings, he was normally so calm and content, very reserved kept to himself. But I guess with what happened today and with mom's anniversary approaching, I could hardly blame him.
"I'm fine" I replied,
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I just need some sleep I'm tired is all"
My father took a step back and examined me for a second.
"Okay," he said finally,
He bent down and hugged me, "Listen Moira, I'm sorry okay? I never meant to hurt you, I want you to know I would never say or keep anything from you unless it was for your safety I was doing what I thought was for the best"
"Dad, I'm tired my head is spinning I just need to let it sink in, just. . . can we do this tomorrow? After school, I'm not ready to do it now"
"You don't have to go to school tomorrow, you can stay here and we could talk some more –"
"No, I want to go to school, I need it to just take my mind of things."
Plus I want to see Tim, I added silently.
"Fine" he sighed, "Are you sure you're okay"
I nodded, "I'm going to bed"
"Goodnight then" my dad said giving me a kiss on the cheek
After I somehow managed to drag my half dead body up the stairs, out of my clothes and into my pyjama's I collapsed into my bed and sprawled out enjoying every inch of comfort I gained from it.
"Do you think she's okay?" I heard my dad ask Sky from downstairs
"She's just got a lot of information to digest, just give her time, she'll come round"
"Urgh!" I heard him groan loudly, "How did I screw this up?"
That too was not like my dad, he was not one to admit his mistakes or weaknesses.
"Why am I such a lousy father?"
"Your not," I heard Sky tell him, "Come on Hunter, just get yourself to bed we're all tired, I'm heading to bed now myself, goodnight"
I heard Sky's footsteps on the stairs and the quiet creak my bedroom door makes when it opens as Sky came in and went to bed.
"Night Moira" she said quietly
"Night" I replied.
I thought about how my dad felt, he wasn't a lousy father at all, he was a great father, the best anyone could ever ask for. . . I just wish he didn't lie to me.
