The Other Type of Window

Disclaimer: I own nothing, as you all know.

Warnings: Ermm... intense corny/weird-ness, and AU.

"Will," she said, "I have come to ask your help."

"My help? How can I help you?"

"I want you to show me how to close the openings that the Knife makes."

Will swallowed. "I'll show you," he said, "and in return, can you help us?"

"Not in the way you want. I can see what you've been talking about. Your sorrow has left traces in the air. This is no comfort, but believe me, every single being that knows of your dilemma wishes things could be otherwise; but there are fates that even the most powerful have to submit to. There is nothing I can do to help you change the way things are." (The Amber Spyglass, chapter 37, page 490-491) The angel smiled sadly. "You two must help yourselves. I can't tell you exactly what you have to do, but I know that there's another way, a safer way, for you to travel through worlds."

"Why can't you tell us?" Lyra asked angrily.

"I don't know how to open a window that way. All I know is that it's possible," Xaphania answered. "There are people in both of you worlds that can help you. I'm sorry, that's all I know. Will, can you please show me how to close the windows, now?"

Despite Will and Lyra's pestering, Xaphania wouldn't say anything more about the other type of window

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Nearly ten years later…

Lyra Belacqua sighed as she ordered another drink for her companion. 'Just so long as he doesn't tell me a lie like the last one did,' she thought. "So," Lyra said, interrupting the odd little man across from her. "You said you know about the openings into other worlds. What exactly do you know?" she leaned forward slightly.

The man sighed. "I don't think you would understand…" he said.

Lyra scoffed. "Oh, please. Just say it. I'm smarter than I look." The man just nodded and started his explanation. While he was talking, Lyra pulled out her Alethiometer and a notepad. After some time, she saw that there wasn't a shred of truth in the man's story. Lyra stood up and left suddenly, startling the man in the middle of a sentence. 'That was different.' he thought, and leaned back into his chair.

Back in her apartment, Lyra was studying the Alethiometer. 'Just wait. Be patient. He will come for you.' it said, as always. Lyra stomped her foot.

"This isn't fair!" she screamed. "I love him so much, it's a physical pain! It hurts so much, him not being here! I… URG!" She threw her teacup at the wall, smiling slightly at the sound it made as it broke into little pieces.

"Lyra," a voice said behind her. "You don't have to go and break some poor teacup for me. I'm right here." Lyra whirled around to look at him.

"WILL!" she screeched, leaping into his open arms. "How did you get here?" How did you open a window?" she asked, and listened intently as Will started a long explanation of which marmalade, pirates, and Zimbabwe were a big part.

The years flew by, and the two were together as much as possible. Will and Lyra got married, and they had a child. They were very, very happy. That is, until they had twins. But even then, they were happy. In a really tiered way.

"WAHHHHH!!!" the two babies screamed in unison. Lyra groaned and buried her head into her pillow. Her husband sighed and got up, dragging his feet as he walked towards the door.

"Your turn next, you know." Will mumbled, and ducked at the pillow that was thrown at his head. "Love you, too, darling." He said.

I wrote this as an English project, but I thought, "Hey. This is pretty much a fanfiction. Might as well upload it." I know it's corny and supid as hell, but I got an A+ on it, so I don't care what you say. However, reviews are always apriciated!