Reviewer Responses-
xxxCrAzYwAyZxxx- :smiles: I am glad you are enjoying the story. Thank you for the compliment.
Maren L P- :rotfl: Thank you, your enthusiasm is very catching. I hope I don't get writer's block either. :crosses fingers and knocking on wood:
Rachel Sparrow- I am glad you enjoyed that last chapter. Jack maybe a pirate, but he's not your typical everyday pirate.
AUTHOR'S NOTE-
I just have to say I am truly touched that some of my readers have put ME on their fav's list and Author Alert List. I did not expect this kind of reception to my writing. :wipes tear from eye: I'm glad I could bring a little entertainment into your lives. Now onto Chapter 5!
Chapter 4
Two Weeks Later
So far Jocelyn and Will had not found anything that could help them figure out how Will and Annabelle were brought into the future. They had gone to the library and looked everything they could think of on the subject form the Occult to Science and nothing made sense. Jocelyn also looked on the internet and could find nothing either. They were beginning to believe that Will and Annabelle were stuck in the 21st Century.
Jocelyn, Will and Annabelle had become inseparable since they met. Over the past two weeks Will had become Jocelyn's best friend. Will knew Jocelyn better than her mother did and Jocelyn knew Will even better than Elizabeth had. She was in the middle of drinking her second cup of coffee when she heard Will stir. A few minutes later he exited the bedroom and sat down at the table.
"Morning." Jocelyn said cheerfully as she set a cuppa[1] in front of Will and handed him some toast.
Will looked up at Jocelyn as she sat down across from him. He noticed she was dressed to go into the office. "Thank you. Do you have to go to work today?" he asked as he sipped his tea.
Jocelyn nodded as she finished her bite of toast. "Yeah but I should be back by noon. It's just a mandatory meeting. You have my cell phone number right?" Will nodded.
Jocelyn got up and grabbed her purse, briefcase, and car keys as she walked to the door. "Good, if you need anything call it okay." She said as she opened the door.
"I will. Have a good day." Will said as she left.
Jocelyn turned and smiled warmly at him, "I always have a good day since I have a good friend looking out for me. I'll see you later." She said and then left.
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Jocelyn walked into the office of her agent with a smile on her face. Alexandra 'Lexie' Force was shocked to see the look of happiness on her client/friends face and sat there staring at Jocelyn for a few minutes before Jocelyn spoke, "What? Do I have something on my face?" she asked Lexie.
Lexie just laughed, "No, I just haven't seen you so happy since you published your first book. What's going on?"
Jocelyn feigned ignorance, "I don't know what you mean."
Lexie snorted her disbelief, "Lyn, I've known you for eight years, since we were in high school for Christ's sake. Who is he? What's he like?"
Jocelyn sank down into the chair and sighed, "All right, all right. I'll tell you. But you have to swear to listen to me fully and not speak until I've finished. Deal." Lexie nodded. "Well it all started two weeks ago…" Lexie sat and listened as Jocelyn told her about Will and Annabelle. "…and that's the entire truth. We haven't been able to find him and his daughter a way back yet."
Lexie felt her jaw drop as Jocelyn finished her story. It seemed too strange to be anything but true. Lexie swallowed the lump that was in her throat, "Aer you sure you believe him Lyn? I mean are you absolutely positive that this man is not lying to you?" she asked worry in her voice.
Jocelyn smiled at her friend's worry, "I am sure Lex. You didn't see him as I showed him how to work the tv, dishwasher, microwave, stereo, dvd player and all the inventions that have been created in the past thirty years."
Lexie sighed, she knew that Jocelyn was right. Lexie then caught a look that she had only seen on Jocelyn's face once before when she was dating Richard Johansen. Jocelyn was falling in love with this Will Turner. Lexie looked at Jocelyn, "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Lyn."
"I am Lex. Now let's get to discussing this manuscript." Jocelyn said as she pulled the manuscript out of her briefcase.
Lexie and Jo spent the next hour going over the edits that were recommended by the editor in the publishing house and whether she needed to make them. In the end both agreed that it was best if Jocelyn did make the changes to the manuscript. As they talked Jocelyn couldn't help but wonder what Will was doing at this moment. She was slightly worried about whether her apartment would still be standing when she got home but pushed the doubts out of her mind. She had shown Will how to work all of the appliances and the telephone. She did not attempt to show him the computer though. She knew he could handle taking care of a baby in the 21st Century now that she had shown him how to use the disposable diapers and how to make the formula. As she sat in the office she would have been surprised to find that she was way off on her assumptions as to what would keep Will busy today.
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Will had spent the morning taking care of Annabelle and going over the books that he and Jo had rented from the library. He was hoping that he and Jo might have missed something but could not see what it was. He was in the middle of rocking Annabelle to sleep for her nap when there was a knock at the door. He set Annabelle back down into the basinet and went to open the door.
At the door stood a woman in her mid to late forties who looked a lot like Jocelyn. He took another look at the woman before speaking, "Can I help you?"
The woman looked shell shocked. Her daughter Jocelyn had a man here in her apartment. She quickly pushed down her surprise though, "Yes, is Jocelyn here?"
"No, she is at her agents'."
"Oh, I'm Melinda Thompson, Jocelyn's mother."
Will was shocked, he did not expect to speak with or even meet Jo's mother. He swallowed the bile that was threatening to rise in his throat, "Forgive my manners. My name is Will Turner. I'm a friend of your daughters'. Why don't you come in and wait for her. She should be home soon." Will said, gesturing for her to come inside and sit down.
[1] Cuppa- British slang for a cup of tea (I think, someone correct me if I'm wrong; Please!)