Review Responses~
ShigureAyameHatoriFanClub: Thankies thankies! If I had my way, I wouldn't kill Shara off, but I dunno. Her death kind of becomes Poe's inspiration for pilot school and stuff (which appears a little while later). But still... Definitely would have liked to explore more of the family dynamic they all could have had.
heroherondaletotherescue: Score indeed! I'm glad you're liking it!
sarahmichellegellarfan1: Ugh, I know, I want 10x more baby Cerys than what I've written... Curse me for falling in love with background characters who don't get as much 'on screen' time! *shakes fists* I do this far too often.
Karo: Thanks so much! Hope you're enjoying. And yay, Germany :D Currently in my fourth semester of German and it's beating my butt.
As far as being finished goes, I'm up to the last two chapters, but I don't know how fast I'm going to get those done. Kind of a bit compromised at the moment. I got sick again. Which sucks. I never get sick so I guess I had it coming. And then my mom is, eh "in town", one might say, as my grandfather passed away and I'm going to be helping her in whatever way possible.
And I just got up to get tissues and it looks like one of my fish is sick as well. Dangit.
Enjoy the chapter.
~TheObsessory
To The Stars and Back
Chapter 6; I Know Now
A Fanfiction written by TheObsessory
"Alright, have a good week break and I'll see you all bright and early on the next Primesday."
The scuffling of papers began in the room as each student hurried to shove all of their materials into their bags to get home. In comparison, Poe and I were rather slow. Poe's typical demeanor of smiles and jokes was solemn.
It had been a whole year since Shara had died. It had been hard on both Kes and Poe to lose not only a wife and mother, but a potential son and brother as well. They had both pulled through their sadness and anger with help from my father and I. I tried my hardest to give Poe everything he needed, whether it be space or time or a friend. But ultimately, all he wanted was my presence. He wanted normality, even if a piece of his normal life was now missing.
And so our lives as neighbors and best friends continued. We met nearly every day; he helped me with babysitting Cerys and I helped with chores around his house. Almost every meal was had at his house or mine with Kes, my father and Cerys.
My family had been ripped apart, but we were still strong. Neither of us had mothers, but we had fathers who worked hard for us. At nearly eight, we were both very independent children. A stay at home mother was only necessary for Cerys, and once Poe and I began school, my father found a care place for children under five, and I dropped her there every morning and picked her up after school.
"I can't believe it's been a year." Poe mumbled as we walked in the warm sun. I still shivered at his words. "And two years for your mother."
I smiled sadly.
"I guess it all happened for a reason." I said lightly. Since Shara's death, I had had to be the strong one for Poe. I could no longer lean on him for support for my own grief- well, that was a lie. If I had needed it, Poe would have offered. But I put it aside; not grief for only one mother, but two, to help him. "If mother hadn't died, we probably would never have moved here."
"And who knows how dad and I would be without you." He flashed a bright smile to me, bumping his shoulder against mine.
My father told me that once school began, things might change between Poe and me. He told me he might start being friends with more boys and I with more girls as children of our age were known to do. I was worried he might be right, but almost instantly, my fears were swept away. We had our various classmates we considered friends, and those we considered enemies, but Poe and I still did everything together: homework, class projects, etc. No person could come between us.
What had started out as a mere friendship had grown into a familial bond.
"Sidwa!" I glanced up to see that we had come within sight of the small playground that stood in front of the care facility that Cerys stayed at during the day.
My adorable little sister waited for Poe and I every day.
She bounded a little uneasily beside us on the other side of the fence as we walked towards the gate, her hands pretending to grab for Poe's.
I picked her up the moment her caregiver had opened the gate for us, twirling her around and planting a kiss on her soft cheek.
"Did you have a good day, Cerys?"
She nodded her head enthusiastically at the both of us, her dark eyes bright in the sunlight. At nearly two years old, she had a few choice words she was fond of like "no" and "food" and "yes" and was even beginning to form small sentences, but she was still quiet for her age. She did, however, know our names.
"Poe!" She squealed, practically falling out of my arms and into his to hug him tightly.
"You act like you never see him." I said with a roll of my eyes as Poe held him close.
"I'm obviously the favorite, Sid, no need to be jealous!" That mischievous glint had returned to his eyes as he stood Cerys on the ground, and I flicked a few strands of his hair into his face in retaliation.
I took Cerys's small left hand in mine while Poe took her right one and we continued our short journey home. Cerys bounced along happily, greatly lightening the mood with her giggles and squeals.
"I have something to show you when we get home." Poe told me, his eyes on Cerys as we walked.
I nodded, and my mind began to race in anticipation. I was not one for surprises, nor one to guess correctly what said surprise was.
Once within sight of our homes, Cerys released both of our hands and ran straight for some of the toys in the lawn that she played with when she got home every day.
Once occupied, Poe grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the grass, telling me to close my eyes.
I smiled as I obeyed, remembered the first time I met this strange, obnoxious boy, pulling me around like a pet.
"Open them."
I was surprised to find myself standing at the force sensitive tree, the light glow that I had seen all those months ago had grown a little stronger.
I felt my heart miss a beat as I looked down to the roots of the small sapling to find a small stone resting there with Shara and Bey's names carved into the rough gray surface.
My fingers turned ice cold as I dropped Poe's hand and looked to him in shock. He didn't seem that surprised.
"I heard you that night." He confessed after a few moments, dropping gently to his knees in the grass to put a hand over Shara's name, "I heard you talking to my mom. Everything you said came true."
I stood there silently, shivering in the shade of the forest. Where had all the warmth of the sun gone in the last few seconds?
Poe looked over his shoulder at me, a pained expression on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I wanted to answer him. I wanted to, but how to begin? I averted my eyes from his, unable to stand the pain in them.
"Stop doing that!" Poe jumped to his feet, pushing his face right into mine and holding my cheeks in his hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes, "I hate when you do that, when you look anywhere but my eyes like you can run away from the questions I'm asking, because you can't!"
There were a few more moments of silence before he gently shook me once, anger flaring his nostrils, "Answer me!"
"I was afraid Poe!" I yelled back at him, pushing his hands away from me roughly. Tears trickled down from the corners of my eyes. Tears that I had stopped for a year now, "What was I supposed to tell you? 'Poe, your mom is going to die like mine, enjoy the time you have with her'? 'Poe I saw the future and it's actually happening'? I didn't want it to happen!" Tears blocked my view, but I made my eyes stay on his, despite my discomfort, "I loved Shara. I told her to get rid of the baby because of it, and she didn't listen. I didn't even know if what I was seeing was real or just because of my own mother! I didn't know-"
Poe pulled me into a tight embrace as I sobbed into his shirt, whispering every once in awhile, "I'm scared, Poe."
"That day we were playing, over a year ago." He whispered into my ear, "When you looked so shocked because you thought you really used the force choke on me. Did you move the carpet without your hands?"
"I don't know!" I cried, bunching my fists against his shirt angrily, "I don't know what's wrong with me!"
"There's nothing wrong with you, Sid." Poe squeezed me gently, "You're just force sensitive… like the tree."
"I don't want this." I shook my head against his chest, "I just want to be normal."
"Sid, you're my best friend." He whispered back into my ear, "You're fine just the way you are."
Surprise, but not really since you all guessed it anyway. She's force sensitive!
Joke's on you though, cause it doesn't really matter. Why? Well, can't give that away, can I?
Anyway, just a cute chapter. Hah, I feel like all of these chapters are so boring in comparison to the future ones I've written.
How old are they here, eight? Yeah, big time jump for the next chapter!
Coming up in Chapter Seven: It's Sidra's 15th Birthday and Poe has an... interesting gift for her.
~TheObsessory
