Chapter 8- Inescapable Truth
Beastfire: Hi!
(Jet's POV)
I look over at Malachite, who has fallen asleep from boredom. There has been no word from Otto, or any of the others for that matter. I'm beginning to get worried.
I hate being left behind! Something doesn't feel right. As I think about this, a loud noise comes, waking Malachite.
"Mum?" he asks, rubbing an eye with one of his wee hands. "What was that?"
"I don't know," I reply.
The door bursts open, and in runs Frus. He's carrying Ivy in his arms. Ivy doesn't look like she's in top form. Malachite and I rush over.
"What happened?" I ask, following him to Med Bay.
I get no reply from Frus, and Ivy seems preoccupied. I wonder what happened to her arm; she's clutching it in pain. As I ask Frus again, he just turns away from me, almost like he feels guilt for whatever happened. Now Liam comes in and slaps something down on a bed. I take a good look at it and gasp. Malachite also recognizes it.
"Mum, why's dad's arm here?"
I have no idea how to respond. I look over to Frus, who gently sets Ivy down on the floor. Liam goes over, picks Ivy up, and sets her on a bed, then helps Frus up there. I take Otto's arm from the bed and confront Liam.
"What happened?" I repeat for a third time.
"Otto and Gibson happened, that's what!" answers Ivy hotly, which apparently takes a toll on her arm.
We all take a good look at it and my eyes as well as Malachite's eyes widen in shock.
"Dad and Gibson did that?" asks Malachite.
"That's gonna need stitches," says Liam.
Ivy's eyes widen in horror at the thought, as Liam gets the equipment. Then she looks at Malachite.
"Squirt," she begins, "your dad did this on his own, but I think Gibson broke my ankle."
Frus looks over at Ivy, concerned.
"Okay, Ivy," he says, "if the pain becomes too much for you, you can squeeze onto my hand. Alright?"
Ivy nods and Liam begins on her arm. She instantly takes hold of Frus' hand, and tries to explain what happened.
"So, what-OW-happened was-HOLY CRAP-Gibson came and-YAAAH-attacked me from behind, hitting me in the-(BLEEP)-flame, followed by-YEEOUCH-Otto."
Liam finishes giving Ivy stitches, but she has not let go of Frus. But I think I see her ease her grip on his hand. I can't help but let out a wee amused laugh. They notice and quickly let go, turn away from each other and blush before he looks around frantically and hands her an icepack for her face. Those two obviously like each other, so why won't they admit it? And they make such a good couple, too.
My thoughts are interrupted by a scream of pain. I look to see Liam and Malachite taking care of Ivy's ankle. Frus jumps down from the bed and comes over to me. I look at him and can tell something is wrong.
"What's wrong?" I ask."
"Nothing," he replies unconvincingly.
"Really? It doesn't sound like nothing."
"I just feel like this whole thing could have been prevented. One of us could've gone with her, but we didn't."
I tell him that it might just have happened anyway. That seems to help a bit, though just a wee bit.
"So, I couldn't help but notice the way you are with Ivy."
"What do you mean?"
"You know…I know you like her. I can tell by the way you look at her, for example."
"Uh…"
"Plus, you've kissed her."
"By accident!"
"Yeah…the first time."
"OKAY! I-I like Ivy as more than just a friend."
"As in you love her?"
"Please don't tell her?"
"Why? Not sure if she feels the same?"
"I just want to hear her say it herself."
I can feel the fluffiness taking over as a smile spreads across my face. Liam and Malachite join us.
"Well, Ivy won't be able to go much of anywhere for a while," Liam informs us, "but we should get going again. Are you and Malachite coming, Jet? Frus?"
"Actually, I think I should stay here with Ivy since her powers aren't working and she can barely walk," says Frus.
As the three of us leave, I turn back to see Frus helping Ivy off the bed and carrying her to the main computer.
Beastfire: Hope you enjoyed chappie 8! Next time, the group may have a lead on who created the Mary Sues, but someone will have to be humiliated in the process.
Frus: At least I get to be with Ivy…
Beastfire: For now. (to guy who reads too much fantasy) In a few chapters, Frus will probably wanna kill me. (hands over a tranquilizer gun) When the time comes, use it wisely.
Ivy: Please review! And Beastfire, DON'T EVEN THINK OF TORTURING ME!
Beastfire: I never think about it, anyway. I just do it.
