AN: Yes, a new WIP. I must be mad. But I really wanted to post this. I started it away ago and lost interest but I was
reading Gleenan's/Gone's fic "Glances At The Orion" today (most incredible fic. Go read it) and I just felt the need to
finish this.
Reviews "make me feel all glowy inside".
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September 11th 2011
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He found her on a busy Manhattan street, picking-pockets of business men - and women - for loose change.
She didn't look how he remembered. But then, his memory of Jondy was always obscured by Max.
Jondy's not how he remembers her. She's taller and skinnier. Her hair has grown over the last two years; but then, why wouldn't it? It's light brown, just covering her barcode, and loosely curled and it looks so soft.
She's sitting on the stone steps, counting the money she's stolen, wearing grimy clothes that are at least a size too big for her. There's a baseball cap obscuring her face but Zack knows it's her. He knows her scent; it's like a photograph on his memory.
"Jondy." Zack stands before his younger sister, looking down at her.
She looks up, twisting the baseball cap around so he can see her face. And he wants to hit something, to kill something. Her left eye is swollen and there's a cut from her left temple to her chin, dried blood smeared on her cheek.
But she smiles when she's looks at him. Her whole face lights up and Zack feels pained. He's never had anyone look at him like that before, and he's never looked at anyone, least of all Jondy, like that.
Zack's different to how Jondy remembers him. He's taller now. She's eleven and he's almost fifteen. He's a lot taller now, and just bigger. Children have soft faces, Jondy knows. But Zack's is harder now. He looks different. Good different. He's wearing jeans and a leather jacket that are too big for him. Jondy makes a mental note later to steal his jacket and sell it.
"Zack!" She jams the money in her pocket and throws her arms around him, resting her cheek against his leather jacket. The fact that she got beaten up last night and that she hasn't had any dry place to sleep in three weeks doesn't matter. Zack's here and he's going to save her.
"Who hit you?" he pulls back, concern lighting his eyes. He holds her chin gently and exams the cut.
"Some guy," Jondy shrugs. "I was off guard." She dismisses his concern, and looks up at him. "You're okay."
Zack nods, refusing to get emotional. But Jondy looks so tiny and so… he doesn't hug her. He doesn't hug anyone.
"Come on, Jondy. I'll buy you dinner," Zack says stiffly, leading Jondy onto the street.
And tonight, when he's made sure she's asleep, he'll find the person who hit her and kill him slowly.
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He didn't stay with her. She may have looked fragile and delicate and like… like a doll, but Zack always pushed that thought away, but she was going to be okay on her own. He left her money and a change of clean clothes. She stayed asleep in the bed at the motel, and for only the briefest second did he worry about her.
Then he left.
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AN: I hope you liked it. If readers like this, I might add to it. Make me glow - review! ;)
reading Gleenan's/Gone's fic "Glances At The Orion" today (most incredible fic. Go read it) and I just felt the need to
finish this.
Reviews "make me feel all glowy inside".
---
September 11th 2011
----
He found her on a busy Manhattan street, picking-pockets of business men - and women - for loose change.
She didn't look how he remembered. But then, his memory of Jondy was always obscured by Max.
Jondy's not how he remembers her. She's taller and skinnier. Her hair has grown over the last two years; but then, why wouldn't it? It's light brown, just covering her barcode, and loosely curled and it looks so soft.
She's sitting on the stone steps, counting the money she's stolen, wearing grimy clothes that are at least a size too big for her. There's a baseball cap obscuring her face but Zack knows it's her. He knows her scent; it's like a photograph on his memory.
"Jondy." Zack stands before his younger sister, looking down at her.
She looks up, twisting the baseball cap around so he can see her face. And he wants to hit something, to kill something. Her left eye is swollen and there's a cut from her left temple to her chin, dried blood smeared on her cheek.
But she smiles when she's looks at him. Her whole face lights up and Zack feels pained. He's never had anyone look at him like that before, and he's never looked at anyone, least of all Jondy, like that.
Zack's different to how Jondy remembers him. He's taller now. She's eleven and he's almost fifteen. He's a lot taller now, and just bigger. Children have soft faces, Jondy knows. But Zack's is harder now. He looks different. Good different. He's wearing jeans and a leather jacket that are too big for him. Jondy makes a mental note later to steal his jacket and sell it.
"Zack!" She jams the money in her pocket and throws her arms around him, resting her cheek against his leather jacket. The fact that she got beaten up last night and that she hasn't had any dry place to sleep in three weeks doesn't matter. Zack's here and he's going to save her.
"Who hit you?" he pulls back, concern lighting his eyes. He holds her chin gently and exams the cut.
"Some guy," Jondy shrugs. "I was off guard." She dismisses his concern, and looks up at him. "You're okay."
Zack nods, refusing to get emotional. But Jondy looks so tiny and so… he doesn't hug her. He doesn't hug anyone.
"Come on, Jondy. I'll buy you dinner," Zack says stiffly, leading Jondy onto the street.
And tonight, when he's made sure she's asleep, he'll find the person who hit her and kill him slowly.
---
He didn't stay with her. She may have looked fragile and delicate and like… like a doll, but Zack always pushed that thought away, but she was going to be okay on her own. He left her money and a change of clean clothes. She stayed asleep in the bed at the motel, and for only the briefest second did he worry about her.
Then he left.
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AN: I hope you liked it. If readers like this, I might add to it. Make me glow - review! ;)