Author's Note: Trixie/Veronica. One sided at the moment.
This was originally supposed to be a rather belated birthday present to Blue, but you know what? No. I'm not dedicating it to him. Whatever.
Enjoy, won't you? The three people still reading. If that many. And, fyi, Veronica will not be getting together with Elisa romantically. I refuse to pair OCs with show characters.
FOP isn't mine, but the telepathy is. (( )) is telepathy, just in case y'all forgot.
Chapter Five: Un rendez-vous, peut etre?
Elisa awoke, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and surveyed her room. No pink and green cats or any other variation greeted her. Not a sound she heard below, either, communicating for the first time in a long while, she woke to an empty house. The idea sunk her heart and, stifling a yawn, she quickly culminated a list of possible locations of Cosmo and Wanda. Of course, she could simply call them to her, but considering yesterday's events, she decided against it. If they opted to avoid her, that was their choice.
Just like my parents, she thought bitterly, stretching and tossing aside the covers. Beside her bed, her pink alarm clock (which bore no face) displayed 10:32 a.m. Ah, the luxuries of sleeping late on a Saturday. Last week, it meant spending more time with Wanda while Cosmo watched cartoons. Then, she'd basked in the tingles she received when her hand brushed hers in the garden. Regardless of her parents' garden weeds she disentangled and the hassle involved, she couldn't stop grinning. Would Wanda and Cosmo ever permit her that luxury again? She doubted it.
Lazily she tossed on a pink bathrobe (again, no face) and stuffed her feet into pink rabbit slippers. Since discovering her crush on Wanda, she'd promptly wished up no less than two dozen pink objects. Cosmo complained she'd not be able to find her between all the other pink things, but Elisa retorted that if he accompanied her, she'd be hard to miss. Wanda commented that godchildren had asked for far worse things.
The buzz of unspoken magic raised her arm hair and she recognized it, though not the source. Sophie informed her Cosmo and Wanda communicated wordlessly, not like bees in dance, but supernaturally. She'd prattled on and on about soul bonds and their ilk until Elisa not so politely told her to shut up. That girl spent half her life engrossed in a book, she swore. It wasn't healthy.
The phone rang; she absent mindedly retrieved the receiver and answered. Her parents, calling to apologize for yesterday. Yesterday, she might have cared. Today, she had worse troubles.
((I think she's awake,)) Wanda sent, prodding an omelet in the skillet. Occasionally she tried her hand at human cooking, sans magic, and she'd proven considerably better at it than Cosmo. To fairies, there really was no purpose in cooking if you could procure the same thing by waving a wand, but she enjoyed the challenge. Just because one could conjure something didn't mean one should; an object acquired through effort was appreciated more than one easily obtained.
Cosmo, sticking his tongue out at the neighbor's cat, shut the shades. Indeed, they heard movement above and normally it'd trigger an instant teleportation, but they ignored her stirring. He personally had ambivalence towards their goddaughter momentarily. At least here, they could prepare for her arrival.
The phone rang, but since it wasn't Wanda's fairy phone ("reach out and poke someone!"), they overlooked that too. A cat mewled plaintively and she rolled her eyes. Cosmo and the neighbor's feline had a bizarre history. It possessed more intelligence than any other pets and discovered them shortly, identifying they were not cats at all. How it had managed this feat, she'd no idea, but since then, it stalked Elisa's house whenever it sensed them lurking. Cosmo liked to tease it, too, speaking in English in his cat form.
((Blonda's not going to come back, is she?)) Cosmo asked abruptly and she blinked, midway through flipping the omelet.
((I hope not,)) she replied, unable to keep the suppressed fury out of her message. While aloud she might have said, "I'll deal with her when she arrives", in telepathy, she was forced to admit the truth. She wanted no part of her sister currently and if she indeed reappeared, she'd probably end up exploding again. The fact she'd yet to apologize for her actions rubbed her sorely.
((Maybe we could trade her Elisa-)) he answered, half-serious and she gave him a very dirty look.
((Godchildren aren't card games. You can't swap them when their "value" diminishes. You should know better,)) she chastised and he hung his head. Eying her concoction distrustfully, she floated to his side and hugged him. Perking up considerably, he hugged her back and leaned in to peck her on the lips. She smiled, hoping Elisa would remain on the phone a little longer.
((What if Jorgen removes us because of her crush on you?)) Cosmo inquired and, surprised, she considered the question. Although his intellect seemed sub par to others, she knew he could keenly grasp things and, out of the blue, become rather thoughtful. It was one of what she deemed a "hidden treasure", a side he showed only her.
((It's possible,)) she responded reluctantly, sighing. ((It might pose too much of a threat. And Jorgen has been watching us rather closely since Crocker…))
Denzel Crocker, an example of godparenting gone extremely wrong. Despite his precautionary measures, someone had caught onto the omnipresence of pink and green and stealthily exploited him until he confessed falsely, but by then it'd been too late. A heinous butterfly net captured Cosmo and Wanda and he'd brandished them at him. Thankfully, no one recalled the incident, but Crocker was fixated on losing his fairies and into adulthood, attempted to locate his missing godparents. He longed to punish the boy responsible, but neither remembered the details of what occurred. It was a case of "I hate you, but I don't quite know why".
((It would do more harm than good if he did, too,)) she mused, drifting to shut off the flame and examine her meal. A door slammed upstairs and Cosmo jumped, transforming into a cat. She would follow suit, but she saw no point. If no one other than Elisa was home, why disguise herself? Besides, how could she serve breakfast as a cat? Would she stack plates with her tail?
((She'd remember she had a crush on someone, but not who. If Crocker is anything to go by, she'd fixate on it and spend her life searching. However, Jorgen rarely thinks these things through, unaware of the impact even the traces of memories can leave on a child…))
Elisa entered then, and, so engrossed in her reflections was Wanda she'd not noticed her traverse the stairs. Wanda offered her a weak smile, one she didn't return, her eyes on Cosmo. Silence fell, heavy and oppressive. Wordlessly, she grabbed a plate, served herself, placed the plate on the table, and poured orange juice. Both fairies stared- she hadn't wished them a good morning or even thanked Wanda for preparing breakfast.
"Why is he a cat?" she inquired coldly, glaring. Perturbed by the hostility, he mewled plaintively, jumped onto the table, and then into Wanda's arms. Wanda sighed, absently stroking his fur. The sight ground Elisa's teeth and she bit her tongue instead of the egg.
((Why are you a cat?)) Wanda asked, using telepathy so her goddaughter wouldn't start on her case too. Cosmo gave her an innocent look that fooled no one. Truth be told, after yesterday's fiasco, he wasn't sure how to act around her. Sure, she was his goddaughter, but then there was the whole having a crush on Wanda thing. Clearly, she harbored resentment, too, about her situation. The whole thing made him uneasy.
Rather than lie to her, since nothing he conjectured could be expressed via telepathy, he showed her his feelings on the subject. Raw emotion flitted through their bond, but because both had experience, he knew better than to simply dump everything on her. Instead, he offered her a glimpse, which was sufficient. Responding at first through the same and then thoughts, she showed him she understood. Godchildren who had crushes on him he could handle. He was still on uneasy footing with Elisa.
"Was that your parents?" Wanda said, hoping to divert her attention. She looked at Wanda and blushed slightly, but the pink faded quickly. Elisa abashedly twirled her fork and hesitated, sipping her juice and waiting. Cosmo leapt out of Wanda's arms, transformed into a fairy, and offered her a weak smile. She smiled softly in return.
Nodding, she answered, "They have someone they want me to meet. Apparently, they think this girl will like me."
She shrugged, clearly not enthusiastic, but she permitted herself a small smile. Wanda and Cosmo exchanged a dubious glance- Elisa's only friend was Sophie. To their knowledge, she and the rest of humanity were on the outs. Not to mention they doubted her parents had good judgment when it came other children if they could barely handle their own 'gift from above'. Still, Elisa's cryptic smile could be indicative.
Naturally the impatient one, Cosmo prodded her. "Well, who is it? What's she like? How old is she?"
To his surprise, Elisa laughed. She cast a significant glance at Wanda before replying. Finishing her orange juice with a flourish, she cleaned the rest of her plate and dumped the contents in the sink. Wanda scowled, eying the unwashed dishes piling up. Without parents encouraging her to do her chores, Elisa tended to slack off. No insane babysitter demanded she triple clean, either. Icky Vicky didn't know where she lived, much less visit.
"Um…she's my age, they said she's pretty (but they also said, "Why would you care?"), and...she's gay."
Cosmo blurted, "What is this, a blind date?"
((They don't know she's gay, hun,)) Wanda sent, rolling her eyes. ((At least, I don't think so. They probably have no idea.))
((They have no idea they're setting their daughter up?)) Cosmo replied, incredulous. ((None?))
((It should prove interesting, in the very least. Perhaps she'll find someone else to fixate on…and have a healthier relationship.))
((I hope so because you're mine.))
Smirking, she nuzzled him affectionately, a gesture that went completely unnoticed by Elisa. The teenager twirled giddily, dashing to the phone to call Sophie.
Sighing heavily, another teenager gently restored the receiver to its cradle and leaned back on her bed. Fingers smudged with graphite, she idly reached for her latest sketchbook and flipped through. Swallowing hard, she examined the minute flaws, the ones she knew her crush wouldn't permit. Then again, if she were cognizant of her activities, she'd probably freak out. Trixie Tang and homosexuality didn't compute.
So her mother thought she'd find a more suitable friend. Ha. She'd noticed Elisa from time to time and it wouldn't have surprised if she hooked up with Sophie, the two were so inseparable. However, that was probably partly selfish desire. If she associated with another lesbian, she wouldn't feel so alone. Only her parents knew and while her mother unhelpfully steered her towards other girls she hoped would want her, her father preferred not to discuss it. Both noticed her crush on Trixie, but neither said anything. That was best, anyway, since word traveled fast.
What did she think would come of this? Veronica had no intention of falling for anyone but Trixie and if she couldn't have her, she'd be single. That was it.
"I think I'll go emo Friday," Veronica muttered. "That ought to drive her away."