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Shaking the pear tree

Chapter III

...And Becky is the sun

(Or shamelessly plagiarizing Shakespeare)

In her dream, she opened her eyes. There was a dark velvet curtain in front of her, so black that it was almost blue. A few watery points of light floated against the velvety surface, trembling like they were alive. Her vision cleared a little, and the points became less and less watery. A cold breeze caressed her face. She moved her head a little, and a jolt of pain crossed her neck and temples.

"Oww, my head!" She was reposing over the top of a building, and the velvety sky showed now the few bright points the lights of the city below allowed to see. She heard a voice, in answer to her complaint.

"She speaks! No, don't speak again Becky, you fainted and hurt your head..." It was Tobey's voice. It came from a distance, muffled by the sound of a constant whistle that was beginning to fade slowly and painfully. She answered in her dream, for the first time not afraid of speaking openly about her feelings. Dreams were the only place where she was not afraid of the conventionalisms of the superhero-villain due relationship.

"Oh, Tobey, Tobey... Why are you a villain? Listen to your mother and refuse that name; or, if you won't, don't bring your robots to the city, and I'll no longer be your enemy..." She said in a dazed voice. There came the worried answer:

"Becky, are you okay..?" But she continued; she had joined the courage to speak, and he should shut up and listen:

"It's because you're a villain that you are my enemy; you are yourself, and not intrinsically evil, what's with being evil? A boy-genius, without being evil will still be a genius..." her vision, her hearing, were speedily clearing. Was it really a dream? She continued though.

"So Tobey, if you were not a villain, you would still have that great vocabulary and engineering ability of yours. Tobey, doff your evilness, and for that trait, that is no part of you, take all myself..."

"I take you at your word, Becky" answered the same familiar voice. Her senses cleared immediately, and she raised her head, ignoring the pain, for a more important problem had risen: Tobey? Tobey heard all her words? Words she rather had hidden in the deepest regions of her heart, not to be heard even by herself, let alone Tobey?

"What?" She said, now looking at the dark silhouette in front of her, barely visible by the shadow of a wall. She still had a weak hope it was just a dream, and that he had not heard her words. She looked at her WordGirl outfit, and felt her head, the helmet not in its due place. Her face, and her secret identity, visible to the stranger, to Tobey...

"But...Who are you that, hidden in the night, discovered my secret!" She knew the answer, but asked nevertheless.

"By a name I know not how to tell you who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to you..." The accent was unmistakable.

"Wait a minute... Aren't you Tobey, and a villain?" Asked her, a little smile on her face having heard his previous statement.

"Neither, fair maid, if either you dislike." Said he, stepping closer to the light, to let her see his face. It was Tobey, in fact, wearing his usual clothes, but with heavy boots and a pair of thick gloves. His hair was a little frizzy.

"How did you came here, tell me, and why?" Asked Becky, now fully aware that it was not a dream "This building is high and hard to climb, and the place death, if the Energy Monster finds you here..." He looked at her with a smile, and answered:

"With robotic help I o'er-perch these buildings, for stony limits can't hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love to attempt, therefore the Energy Monster was no let to me..."

"If he does see you, he would murder you..." She said worriedly.

"Ha! There lies more peril in your eyes than in twenty thousand volts..." She rolled her eyes... but smiled widely, blushing at the same time. She put her helmet on again and said:

"I would not for the world he saw you here..."

"I have rubber boots and gloves to protect me from its electricity..." then he added, looking into her eyes "And if you don't love me, let him find me here: My life would be better ended by his hate, than death prorogued, wanting of your love." He blushed, and adjusted his glasses, in a nervous gesture.

"By whose direction did you find out this place?" Asked her, now more at ease with the situation.

"By love, that first did prompt me to inquire... Well, to be sincere, I began to feel suspicious that you were WordGirl... So, when you got out from the auditorium I followed you, just in case my hunch was true... And then I saw how you transformed into WordGirl... then I decided to see where you were going in such a hurry. You found and fought the Energy Monster, and I was not going to intervene, because I know you usually can handle that kind of trouble by yourself. Now I regret my decision; he hit you really hard and you fainted...

WordGirl fell over the building, and Tobey knew this time she wouldn't do it without his help...

"Robot! Protect her now!" the metallic gray hand of the robot blocked the body of the girl from the dangerous electricity of the monster, and received a full discharge; his circuits burnt... but Tobey had another robot ready to complete the task: with one hand in the lightning rod, the robot touched the body of the Energy Monster, and let the electricity pass through his body inoffensively... the monster quickly lost his size; Tobey winced when he took a dirty mayonnaise jar from the trash, the only container he could find; it quickly became the prison of the now small monster. Once he was sure the electrical being could not harm anybody, he speedily went to take care of his beloved one.

...So I used one of my robots to capture the Energy Monster. Then, I waited here till you wake up, and...Well, your words really surprised me." Her widened eyes showed he was not the only surprised one...

"You know the mask of night is on my face, else would be a maiden's blush painting my cheek for that which you have heard me speak tonight...I would gladly deny what I have spoke, but what the heck! Do you love me? I know you will say "yes", and I will take your word, yet even if you swear, you may be false. Oh, Tobey, if you love me, pronounce it faithfully! I've been distant, I must confess; but you overheard, before I was aware, my true love's passion: therefore pardon me, and do not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night had so discovered..."

"Becky, by yonder blessed moon I swear, that tips with silver all these building tops..." he said with a hand over his heart.

"Oh, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb; unless that your love prove likewise variable..." She said smirking playfully.

"What should I swear by?" He was a little confused.

"Do not swear at all," Said she, and then added daringly "or, if you will, swear by your gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe you"

"If my heart's dear love..." he began.

"Well, do not swear: although I joy in you, I have no joy of this meeting tonight: it is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; too like the lightning, which ceases to be before one can say 'it lightens!'. Good night, Tobey! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet." She was about to take off, when he added...

"But, will you leave me so unsatisfied?" She stopped on her track, and turned to face him, with an indignant look on her face...

"What 'satisfaction' can you have tonight?" she said angrily.

"T-t-the exchange of your love's faithful vow for mine..." he said sheepishly, and earnestly.

"...I gave you mine before you requested it..." she said tenderly, with a sweet smile on her lips. But suddenly, she folded her arms and frowned, saying: "And yet I would it were to give again!"

"Would you withdraw it, but why?" said he, worried he had offended her. Then she answered giggling:

"But to be frank, and give it to you again!" It was his turn to roll his eyes. She continued "And yet I wish but for the thing I have..." she approached to him, her hands behind her back, looking into his eyes... "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep;" Her face was inches from his "the more I give to you, the more I have, for both are infinite." They were looking into each other's eyes now, smiling passionately, abandoning themselves to their real feelings for the first time in their young lives... But then, awkwardly realizing, they looked away, blushing. She added, clearing her throat:

"I-it's almost midnight; I'd better go now... good night, good night! Parting is such a sweet sorrow, that I shall say good bye till it be morrow!" she turned her back to him, and looking over her shoulder, gave him a last smile, then skipped happily, one, two, three graceful steps and leaped into the air. Tobey watched her fly away, delighted in the recall of her luminous smile.

"Oh blessed, blessed night! I am afraid, being in night, all this is but a dream, too flattering sweet to be substantial."

Wordgirl approached the auditorium, where she spotted Huggy. When she landed near him, he was glaring at her. He interrogated her, and she tried to sound confident.

"Oh, I know, I know...sorry for that, but I parted in such a hurry...What happened? Uh...er...I defeated... the Energy Monster... it was very hard without your help..! Robots? I haven't heard any robots..." she lied. He berated her a little, and she repeated she was sorry. But thinking about what have happened on the top of the building, she was relieved he had not been attending. She looked at the distant building, the red light on its top blinking rhythmically, like the beating of a heart. She recited, in a dreamy voice:

"My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy."

Huggy questioned her in a suspicious tone, and she stuttered

"What's that..? A... A rhyme I learned even now, from the play Romeo and Juliet." She took him in her arms and prepared to take off.

"Come, lets away; the robots -I mean, the monster's gone." She looked away from him, to escape from his questioning gaze. She didn't want to explain him what had happened. He wouldn't understand. She had troubles understanding it herself.

"Word up!"