"A few sandwiches short for picnic"
A Fan Fiction created by Tarashima
Part 2
I had a worried sleep that night, about doctors and needles and examinations. If you must know, I'm very afraid of hospitals and its environment. I don't like doctors, and I definitively don't want them to stick needles into me (I've not been particularly happy about blood samples before). At one point, I understood perfectible well how all guinea pigs around the world must feel like.
I woke up from my nightmares about 6 o'clock in the morning, way too early when I had a free day from work. The frightening feelings from the dreams made me totally awoken, sadly.
I looked down at the end of my bed, and as I'd thought, Buck was still there. I sighed, and moaned quietly. Then I poked him with my toes from underneath the quilt. He woke up and saw himself around with a newly awoken face, before he saw me.
"Oh, good morning" he said with a smile and a yawn.
I didn't answer him, I didn't even want to see him, not in this real world, where fiction where fiction and nothing else. Now, fiction seemed to have become real, but I'm a little too logical to believe in that kind of magic. That's only what you dream about, with no thought of wishing it to come true. And I hadn't wished for it nor thought of it.
"Please say I'm not crazy" I whispered to myself.
Buck jumped up and landed on my stomach. I met his eye with a frustrated and doubting look.
"Yer not crazy, I can tell" he said comforting.
"I must be, these kinds of things don't happen… EVER!"
"What things?"
I wasn't sure how to explain it to him, he was not only a weasel, and a crazy one too, but also from a time and world without technology or humans.
"Well…Imagine that you've… heard a story about a legendary hero, who fought many bravery battles and risked both life and limb to save others, you can even see pictures of this hero, painted on...walls or whatever. But you also know that this hero don't exist, that he haven't existed at all. It's nothing but a legend, a fiction. Then one day, you meet this hero beyond all the rules of logic, and you know that he couldn't possibly exist. But now, he does."
I fixed my eyes on Buck.
"What would you do?"
He thought for several seconds, glaring his lonely eye at another direction and scratched his ear just above his eye patch. I'd loved that patch ever sice I saw the movie. But I couldn't think about it now, I couldn't even understand fully that this was the same weasel.
"So… Yer saying I'm a legend that shouldn't exist but now do in some mysterious way?"
"Eh, I guess you can say that"
Then I realized one thing and hurried to ask him.
"How did you get here anyway?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't know, one moment I was falling from a cliff trying to catch a flying reptile, and the next, I was standing on this floor and the strange soft thing there"
He pointed at my carpet. I tried to find any logical explanations based on his story but failed. It still didn't make any sense in my head.
"So… you were just standing there?" I said and pointed on the carpet too.
He nodded.
"And then I saw ya sitting there, laughing hysterically over something so I got curious and climbed up behind ya and saw myself on the flatty there… together with the rest and… "
I felt rather ashamed, I'd only been thinking about myself and how strange it was for me to have him here, not realizing it was for sure more strange for him to be here.
"I don't understand either" he said, almost with a sad tone.
With my head full of sympathy, I reacted thereafter and touched him gentle on the shoulder.
"Me neither, but since you're in my world now, can you please tell me if there something I can do to make you feel better?"
He shrugged. Then we both heard a loud rumble from his stomach, and I could feel the Florence Nightingale within me awoken.
"Aw, your poor thing, when where the last time you ate something?"
"Um, don't know, maybe early yesterday"
"Well, I'm not gonna let you starve, even if I'm not sure if you're for real"
Then I realized that I wasn't sure of what I could give him to eat. I knew that real weasels ate things like mice, rats and even rabbits, but I couldn't precisely go out to the woods and fetch him a couple of rodents to eat, nearest large wood was about a mile from my house. And because of the cold winter outside and the fact that it today was about 30 minus degrees outside, I couldn't let him hunt something himself.
"Uh, do you like sausages?" I asked him, knowing that the only meat we had left in the fridge was the disgusting sausages that'd been left from yesterday's dinner. Personally, I do never eat sausages, or any meat of pork and beef. Why? I don't like it, it taste bad in my mouth. Especially the fast food types of meat, like sausages.
"What's that?"
"Meat from pigs, fat and pink shaded creatures we humans fed up to eat"
He looked at me with a chocked eye.
"You actually fed up animals to eat them?"
"Yes, I know it sounds horrible and weird, but yes we do that"
His chocked expression turned into a more skeptical one.
"You can at least taste it" I said to him.
He nodded, still wearing a skeptical face.
I sighed, then I got up from my bed and was about to get dressed when I realized one thing. Even if Buck were a weasel, he was still a male.
"Could you, like, turn around or something?"
His skepticism disappeared, and was exchanged by a teasing smile.
"I've never thought of humans as anything attractive"
"I don't care, turn around please!" I said in a rather angry tone.
He laughed at me, but did turn around. I dressed myself as fast as I could while I thought of how this would end up. Still I wasn't sure if Buck were for real or not, and if anyone else could see him. The logical side of my brain thought that no one would see him besides me, but since I like to think about two edges of things, I tried to figure out how it would be if anyone else did see him. What would they think? How would they react?
"Well, we'll find out soon" I thought in Swedish, as I put a t-shirt over my head and turned around to Buck. He was examining my nearly empty shelf above the bed, where I'd left the only book I can't possibly survive without and I treat like my bible; The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. I'd got the fat version including all five books as one and Buck was touching the shiny book wrap carefully with his fingers.
"What's this?" he asked me, still not looking at me.
"It's a book, and it's my absolutely favorite"
"And what's a book?"
I sighed at him.
"Weren't you hungry?"
He sighed too.
"Sorry, your world's just nothing than confusing to me"
I lowered myself to his eye level.
"I promise I will answer all your questions later, okay?"
An awry smile came upon his face. Just as he was about to climb up on my arm, the door to my room was opened and my mum looked in with a sleepy eye.
"Mum, ever heard of knocking before?" I said, but forgot to change language.
She raised an eyebrow to me.
"And why do you speak English all of a sudden?" she asked me in Swedish.
Then I realized what I'd done and changed back to my mother language quickly.
"Um… language practicing?"
She sighed at me.
"And why are you up so early? You don't work today, or have I missed something?"
"No, I just, uh, couldn't sleep" I said, glancing at Buck. He'd stiffed totally and was looking at my mother with a chocked eye.
"Well, stop with the reciting and make some tea will you?" she said, closing the door.
"Yes your majesty" I said teasingly at her command, and could hear her snort over it. I smiled and then turned to Buck.
"And who was that?" he whispered
"My mum, I can assure you that she don't bite, even if she makes that impression"
"Well, she definitively scared me!" he said.
I glared at him. My mom may not be the most mother-like person in the world, but in many ways she's a lot better than many mothers I do know, even if she makes a rough impression on people that don't know her.
"You wanna go or take a ride?"
He looked at me.
"What, on you?"
"Yes, the kitchen is upstairs, and I don't think you've walked in stairs before"
He thought about for a second or two, then shrugged and climbed up my arm and made a seat on my right shoulder.
"Good, now… eh, my family might react a bit weird over the fact that you're here, so…"
"They know about me too?"
"Yes, we've all watched the movie and know about you"
He sighed in a depressed way.
"I really don't understand this"
Unsure of what to do or say, I carefully patted his head.
"I don't either"
Then, I walked out through the door and met my mum as she was about to get upstairs to. She gave me a look to say something, but didn't get that far before she saw the weasel on my shoulder. Shocked, she blinked a few times, and then she gave up a scream that scared both me and Buck.
"What the hell is HE doing on your shoulder?"
End of part 2