Disclaimer: I own ONLY AnneMarie, Fabiola, Madam Velosomikh, Madamé Císerosa, K.C. Anderson, Amelia Herrington, and baby Mariah.
Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. :-) Also, I've decided to make it easier on people to let me know what they think, and give me more ideas of what to write. If you would like, I can be reached via email or Yahoo! messenger at or via AOL instant messenger as PrincessSpzMnky . Feel free to drop me a line if you'd like. :-) Happy Reading! :-)
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Author's Note:
Hey Everybody!
I was just sitting around and thought I would give you all a small present for Christmas this year. I'm sorry I've been slow in updating, but I've had a really rough few months and unfortunately I've been pretty depressed. (LONG STORY!) However, with the holidays upon us, I am trying my hardest to make the best of it and at least keep a smile plastered on my face, even if it is somewhat phoney. Oh well!
Anyway! I just wanted to wish everybody a very Merry Christmas and all the best for the rapidly approaching New Year. I hope you all get everything you have ever dreamed of. :-)
Dreams
Static
An hour later, Mariah sat on the couch on Kimberly's lap, listening to a story, as Jason talked quietly on the phone in the other room. After having no success with the communicators, Jason and Kimberly had decided to take a break and hopefully thing of another way to contact Tommy. Mariah looked around as Kimberly read to her, not really paying attention to the story. She watched Jason for a moment, then spotting the communicators on the table next to the couch, she reached over and pressed a button. Mariah smiled as a small light flashed, drawing her attention toward it. She pushed another button, hoping to see the light flash again, but all she got was static.
"Mariah, what are you doing?" Kimberly asked, glancing up from the book, toward the sound of the static as it crackled and popped through the communicator. "Sweetie, you're not supposed to play with those." Kimberly said as she reached across her daughter to pick up the noise source. The communicator crackled with static as Kimberly moved to turn it off.
" . . . . . Is there . . . . . . . . .Anybody . . . . . . . . . . Hello . . . . . . ." the communicator crackled as Kimberly was about to push a button to turn it off. " . . . . . . . . . . . This . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . out . . . . . . . . . . . help . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
"Hey Jason?" Kimberly called to her friend. "Can you come over here for a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?" Jason asked as he headed back into the room.
"Mariah pushed some buttons and managed to pick something up on this communicator, but it's really cracking and full of static.
"Do you know which button she pushed?"
"I have no idea. I haven't used this thing in years." Mariah reached out and pushed another button as Jason stepped closer to the couch.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . Anybody there? . . . . . . . . . . . ." a voice came over the communicator.
"Mariah, stop." Kimberly gently scolded her daughter.
"Daddy . . . . ." Mariah said as the crackling voice came through again.
"No Sweetie, Daddy isn't here. He's on a trip for school."
"Mommy, I hear him." Mariah protested.
"You Silly Girl. I know you miss Daddy. He'll be home soon." Kimberly said as she handed the communicator to Jason.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ello . . . . . . . . .ody there . . . . . . . . . Th . . . . . . . . od . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . call . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . en . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." the crackling continued.
"Daddy!" Mariah said again.
"Mariah, do you miss your Daddy?" Jason asked as he pushed a button.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Anybody there . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." the voice came again, only this time more clearly.
"Daddy!" Mariah said excitedly.
"Mariah, that's not your Daddy." Kimberly told her as Jason pushed another button.
"But I hear him! I hear Daddy!"
"No Sweetie, you didn't." Jason told her.
"Is there anybody out there on this frequency?" the voice came over the communicator again, as Jason sat down next to Mariah on the couch.
"I hear Daddy!" Mariah insisted again.
"Hello?" the voice said.
"Daddy!"
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .