Hey, everyone the long overdue chapter two. Well, it's here. I know, I know your sitting there like, "It's about time!" Sorry I been distracted.
Disclaimer: I do own WInx Clubs, or any part of it.
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I took down all the charms, and spells, my hands were shaky like crazy, along with my whole body as I walked along the corriders. I stopped in a small place I didn't reconize, and began to cry. Bloom had said she loved me, but could of just been a small childs reaction. I punched the wall in furstration. I couldn't understand what happened to my Bloom, what happened to my beautiful lover. But I was hit with a instant thought. You know your father, he wouldn't let her go to waste. You know he would torture her, make her beg for mercy. How can you be so naive, so stupid! You found her naked, bloody, beaten! I shook my head, I couldn't think of Bloom like that, of her weak, fragile body being, so brutely assulted. I sank to the ground, and dug my nails into the cold, stone ground, hoping to make it all go away. That I would wake up, and Bloom wouldn't be gone, and she'd be laying next to be the like I left her the night before. "God," I shouted to the open air, " Why are you doing this to me? Why are you tortureing my Bloom?" I laid my head against the relaxing stone. I wouldn't let this beat me. I would have my Bloom back, even if it killed me in the process.I couldn't let her be this way, she was darling, my one, the person I was going to be with until I died. As these thoughts swam around in my head I couldn't help but fall into a uneasy sleep. When, I awoke from the recurring nightmare, I relized I was away from Bloom, and she was awake. Dammit, I wasn't there, what if she woke up, well Fergonda could take care of her. I slowed down, I didn't need to rush, the sun was blarely peeking over the horizon I had time, she was alittle kid after all. As I walked to the clinic they had, I thought, I had agreed to take care of her. I agreed all the way back when I found her, shivering and convulsing, small and injured, beautiful and broken at the manor. I agreed when I prevented my father's future torments. I agreed when I created something tangible for her to hold onto in the darkness.
Yes. I did indeed agree.
When, I had finally turned the corner I was shocked to see so many people standing around the door, trying to see inside. Nobody can keep their mouths shut here. How was I going to get in there, without being killed. I was just going to have to just go through them, and get to my Bloom. I took a deep breath, and walked forward. I slowly pushed my way through the mob formed around the doorway, and her. They all wanted to see her, if she had truely come back. When, I began walking towards, her the mummurs became louder, and louder. I wanted to them to shut the hell up, or they were going to wake her up. She was a very light sleeper. When I had reached her bedside I turned around, and hissed to everyone, "Shut up before you wake her up!" She stirred for a second, and I cursed my anger, but she just stuck her thumb back into her mouth, and didn't wake up. The whisphering haulted, after I had talked. Fergonda walked over to me, and laid a comforting hand on my arm. I looked down, at my shoes, I couldn't help it I loved Bloom no matter what I didn't need igorant pix--fairies waking her up. Fergonda surprised me when she waved her hand, and my sisters, and Griffin walked in. I was about to her question her, when she laid three fingers on my lips shusing me. I sighed. Was there any way I could win!
Fergonda opened her mouth to say something, and I knew it couldn't be anything good, "I think it is in the best interst to send Bloom to Cassé hospital in France." The old woman shook her head sadly.
"No!" I interjected before fully thinking through what such an outburst might indicate. Just because my sister, knew that we were dating, didn't mean everyone else did. The looks I had received before were nothing compared to the ones aimed at me now. I barely managed not to flush in embarrassment. "I mean…the best thing for Bloom is to get back into her life. The effects of the Jusqu'Au Jour are severe, but holding Bloom up in a sterile room with nothing of her past isn't the way to bring Bloom back."
Layla was the one objected to this, "How the hell do you know what's best for Bloom!" she demanded her face flushed with anger.
I felt the threads of my patience beginning to unravel. "I bloody well killed my father for her you moronic tit!" I snarled, stalking across the room to get directly in her face. She threw her head up like a startled horse, near panic plastered all over that stupid princess countenance, but se didn't back down. Neither did I.
"I brought disgrace upon my family, defied the witch coven in a manner which will likely get me murdered in my bed and dragged Bloom's fat unconscious ass over a hundred miles on my fucking own in the middle of winter! Considering that your portion of the Rescue-Bloom attempt was to sit idly by the window and wring your hands, moaning about your decided lack of usefulness, I damn well don't think my level of caring is up for debate!" She was about to retort something back, but Stella laid a hand on her hand to tell her to leave it be.
Fergonda waited a moment to make sure no bloodshed would result and then nodded "Bloom would indeed be better off in the company of friends and a familiar environment. Our only problem lies in the fact that the girl, and she truely is a girl now, has the mentality of a four or five year old. She will need constant supervision."
"I'll watch her headmaster," Stella said softly, her eyes full of pain. In that moment, I almost felt a kinship with the fairie.Then, Layla grunted and she smiled up at Layla. I shuddered. No. No kinship allowed with someone who would choose Layla as her soul mate.
Fergonda smiled and patted Stella's shoulder. "I know you would, my dear. But, though Bloom is mentally a child, her body is that of a young woman. I fear too much of a strain on your friendship when Bloom returns to her normal mentality."
Stella winced but nodded. "I understand," she replied.
Layla looked warily from Fergonda to her girlfriend. "I-I could take care of her," she said hesitantly.
I didn't understand the hesitancy. Nor did I understand the pained look on Stella's face.
"Yes, you could," Fergonda agreed, a thread of sadness running through her words, "and you would do an admirable job of it, Mrs. Layla. You love her very much. She is a large part of your world." The looks they were exchanging were confusing. Layla looked guilty. Fergonda looked melancholy. I didn't really understand until Layla spoke.
"I don't mind being her sidekick," she said so quietly it was near to a whisper. She flushed as she said it.
Fergonda just nodded. "I know you don't. But the fact that you think of yourself that way leads me to be concerned about you integrating Bloom more so into your life." Fergonda stared at Layla over the rims of her glasses. "She would be with you day and night. She would need help in all aspects of her life; feeding, bathing, dressing. Perhaps instead, you might take this time to think about whom Layla truly is instead of trying to bear this burden."
Layla began to tear up. She bit her lower lip harder with each new word. That last word, however, drew a response. "She's not a burden. I don't think of her like that. I never have! She's my best friend. I love her."
I sighed. Fucking fairies. "No one is saying that you don't love her,idiot," I interrupted the potential for a hysterical sob fest. "The Headmaster is just saying that you've spent your whole life in someone else's shadow…your siblings, and now Bloom. He's just saying that, while Bloom is getting better, maybe you should find out who the hell you are and what you want to do, instead of who does Bloom need you to be and what does need you to do?"
She opened and closed her mouth like some gaping fish; tears spilling silently down her cheeks. I rolled my eyes. "Are you trying to tell me that it's not what Bloom herself would ask you to do?" In the end, with Stella comforting her, Layla finally nodded and buried her face in her shoulder. I rolled my eyes again and turned to look at the Headmaster.
She was smiling.
I've learned from Professor Griffin that Fergonda's smile is a precursor to one being coerced into doing something that would never previously have been even considered. I didn't really understand that before. I do now.
"What?" I asked warily.
Fergonda just shrugged and looked innocent. Right. "I'm just glad to hear that you agree with me, Icy." And then the other shoe dropped. "Because I'd like you to become Bloom's guardian. There was a quiet roil of astonished murmurs from the rest of the staff, but it was nothing compared to we students.
Stella and I sounded like twins, reciting in unison.
"Why her/ Why me?"
"She's a witch/She's a fairie
"She'll hurt her/ I'll…what?"
And there we broke.
"Why the hell would I hurt her?" I snapped.
Layla glared at me. "You hate her!" You've tried to make her life miserable ever since you met!"
I was shocked. "You really think I would abuse a four year old?" Surely she didn't think that I'd sink that low?
"She's not four," came the snide response. "She's seventeen."
And there went my patience. "She's lying down in the infirmary, drooling on a pillow, clutching that fucking rabbit and sucking her thumb!" I snarled. "Trust me! She's four." Layla looked horribly offended and I almost felt vindicated…but then I noticed Tecna smirking at me.
"How do you know that she drools or that she sucks her thumb?" she asked. "And what rabbit?"
I flushed. Crap. "I've seen…I've watched…when she gets nerv…I just know, all right?" Crapcrapcrap! "And she was sniveling last night so I made her a bloody rabbit. Is that all, you bloody Know-it-all?"
My insult apparently had the opposite effect. She just smiled and nodded. She then placed a hand over Layla's mouth as she opened it to spew more foul language at me, and smiled at Fergonda.
"Thank you for giving us this time, Headmaster. Professors," she said quietly with an incline of her head toward each. "I'm sure Icy will do a fine job. She has my full trust and my offer to help in any way needed. We'll be going, now. See you at breakfast, Icy." She nodded once more and practically dragged Icy out the door.
I stood in shock.
"But…I didn't agree!" I said stupidly to the assorted professors now staring at me.
Fergonda smiled and nodded. "I'll announce it in the Dining Hall at breakfast while you're picking Bloom up. I'll let everyone know that they will be expected to assist you in any way possible."
I was dumbstruck.
"But…I didn't agree," I repeated.
"You can take Bloom to breakfast and then on to classes. I'll move her trunk down to a spare room for better ease, for you."
She began to push me towards the door, steering me around Griffin, and my sisters.
"But I didn't agree!" I couldn't seem to say anything else.
"You go and pick up your charge now," she smiled as I found myself in the hall.
"But, Headmaster!" I whined. "I didn't agree!"
She just smiled. "Of course you did, Icy."
"When?" My whining was becoming annoying even to me.
"Think about it, Icy. I'm sure you'll remember."
And the door closed in my face.
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I'm sorry it took so long, I was lazy. I know, I know, bad writer, bad writer. XP