DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from the His Dark Materials series thingy ma bobber...i really don't know what to put her....

My feeble attempt to create a fourth book-ish thing to the "His Dark Materials" series

-The Silver Spoon

Chappie 1

"Don't forget me!" Lyra screamed after Will as he turned and entered back into his own world. She watched the window connecting their worlds close and she would remember that moment the rest of her life, seeing his face get smaller and smaller their eyes showing the same raw emotion, their hearts both singing the low hollow song of being parted from your lover.

She let out all her emotion, screaming out in anguish. Kicking the dirt and dandelions. Dropping to her knees vainly grasping at the air where she had last seen her Will. Her dear, dear Will. They had just discovered their love for each other and then had been recklessly torn apart by the fierce course of destiny.

She started the long walk back to Jordan College. Her feet felt like blocks of lead, her arms hanging uselessly at her side, her head hanging. She knew that they would all be looking for her, all of Jordan's many Scholars, for it was dinnertime and Lyra seldom missed any meal. She now stood in front of the college looking at the bright, golden-yellow sign that read "Jordan College". How cheery that sign looked, so unlike her feelings at this particular time. She tried to put on a smile but it just wouldn't come. Instead she hung her hair in front of her face trying to hide her anguish.

If she had any hope that no one would notice, it was quickly diminished because almost as soon as she entered the dining hall ten different people were running towards her with desperate attempts to cheer her up, for she was the college flower, the center of everyone's attention.

"I'm fine! I promise! Just stubbed my toe that's all!" she insisted and the crowd of Scholars sat back down unsatisfied, occasionally throwing worried glances her way.

Out of the whole crowd of 26 people at the dinner table only one actually knew what was wrong with Lyra, and her name was Serafina Pekkela. Lyra knew this and she brought herself, with much effort, to make eye contact with the witch. She did, in fact, owe the witch queen her life.

Then she noticed something strange. Serafina Pekkela was gesturing towards someone. She looked in that direction and noticed there was someone she did not know at the table. It was a boy about her age and he looked very out of place at the table. And he looked very familiar. She knew who he looked like but it only confused her more. Who was he?

The rest of dinner and all the way through desert and tea she watched him, taking great care that he never noticed. Finally they finished the meal and everyone retired to the Great Hall. This was her chance. She made her way over to him, trying to make it as casual as she could. With much effort she stopped her knees shaking and her hands from trembling.

"I haven't seen you around here before. Who are you? Oh-and by the way my name is Lyra."

"Hello Lyra. You seem somewhat troubled by my sudden appearance. My name is William."

When he said that it felt as if he had stabbed her through the heart. Will, her dear, dear Will. The boy seemed to have sensed her insecurity, although she was almost certain she had covered it up. There was something strange about him. Something very strange indeed.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

"No. You just reminded me of someone I knew very well."

"William Parry?"

"How..." she failed. She cleared her throat and tried again, "how did you know?"

"Lyra, Lyra Belequa. Don't you recognize me?"

"Will? Is it really you?"

"It is."

"WILL!" she exclaimed and jumped into his arms. "How did you...who got you...I'm so glad you're here!"

"Me too." He said with a low rumbling laugh.

By this time everyone in the hall had noticed the two children. They all looked on with a sense of curiosity and pride, for indeed this was quite unexpected.

"Why don't we go up to your room where there is a bit more privacy and we can discuss certain maters. OK? "

"Fine with me."

And they walked up to Lyra's little room in the tower.

"How did you ever manage to get here??" Lyra asked as soon as they were in the room.

"Well, Dr. Malone and I were both feeling really sad, me especially, so we decided that we would try to find a way to communicate with you and Serafina Pekkela. And we did."

"But so soon! It was hardly one hour since we closed the window!"

"Ah, but your are forgetting, my dear Lyra, that time is different in our different worlds."

"Oh! Right! But what about the Dust?"

"We came up with a way to travel to other worlds without letting dust escape. You simply use this tool to create the windows instead of the subtle knife." From the back pocket of his pants he produced a spoon.

"A spoon? A spoon is the answer to all our troubles and anguish?"

"Yes a spoon. It does not let the Dust through because it does not make a sharp-edged whole, it makes a smooth opening."

"Oh I see! How wonderfully spectacular! But Will, what about your health? Can you live here unharmed?"

"Sadly no. I can stay here for a length of 2 weeks at the most then I have to live in my world for at least 4 months if I am to live a long and healthy life."

"Oh." She said not even attempting to hide her devastation.

"But it is better than nothing!"

"OF COURSE!"

"We can be together for 2 weeks at a time!"

"How wonderful! Will! I almost forgot! How is your mother?"

"She is doing great! I was so happy to see her! And the police aren't going to take her away! She stays with Dr. Malone during the two weeks I am "on vacation" and takes care of her. And then Mary goes into whichever world she would like to while I take care of her house and my mother."

"Spectacular! And how is your daemon? Kirjava is it?"

"Yes. She is doing great and we are growing closer and closer. She stayed with my mother this time but next time she will come, I promise. Where is Pantalaimon?"

"Oh he is around here somewhere." She quickly whistled and then Pan was at her side. He flowed into her arms.

"Hey there! Boy! Long time no see!" Pantalaimon said with a laugh and a grin.

"Haha! No kidding! Sorry Kirjava didn't come along. She will next time, promise."

"I'm holding you to that!" and he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

"Oh Will! We missed you so much! We were sure we would never see you again!"

"Well then I guess you were wrong!" he said softly.

A sudden fatigue settled on them both. They curled up and fell asleep in each other's arms. Not daring to let go lest they should be so cruelly torn apart again.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters of the His Dark Materials series thingy ma bobber...i really don't know what to put here....

NOTE: uhhhhh read and review i guess....thats what everyone else puts so i guess i'll put it too....hey! its my first time!