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Pilot Part 2

My eyes shot open to reveal non-other than Tom Marvolo-Fuckin' Riddle.

How did I know it was Tom Riddle? Well, how many times has a uniformed Christian Coulson doppelganger randomly appeared in your bedroom and started threatening you?

If you said never, great, if you didn't… Check back with me when the man with the butterfly net and the sedative arrives.

And despite my doubtful sanity, all I could think was,

Tom Riddle is in my bedroom. I mean, on one hand YES! On the other hand… SHIT!

"Who are you?" He demanded, taking his wand out of his pocket.

I gulped, looking warily at the offending magical twig, which he gestured with for me to get up. As I stood up, I kept eye contact as my right hand carefully reached for anything I could use on the nightstand.

"Marley, Marley Roberts."

He smirked, coming closer to me, "Well Ms. Roberts, how did I come to be here in your-" He glanced over one shoulder with disdain, "Bedroom?"

"Beats the hell outta me." I murmured, just loudly enough for him to hear.

"You expect me to believe you had nothing to do with summoning me?" He sneered, "Where are we? Where does this house reside, Ms. Roberts?"

My hand finally found a pen, "Rockaway Beach, 2013."

Tom's eyes twitched in confusion, which gave me the advantage to click the pen and bring it up to his neck like in 'Red Eye".

Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that Cillian Murphy's luck (and/or agility) paled in comparison to the Dark Lord's during his pubescent years.

I imagine that's sort of a requirement given that his high school was filled with basilisks and three headed dogs and what-not.

He grabbed my attacking hand, the pen in which barely left scratch on his neck, and when he removed it he pressed my arm into my chest-in effect, pinning me between him and the door.

He chuckled darkly, a brief look of 'stupid muggle' flashing his eyes, "So you're not a witch then.

I gulped again as he brought his wand closer, "That will make this pleasanter. Avada Kadavera!"

Nothing, not even a spark.

At first, he looked uncharacteristically confounded, a look which was instantly followed by anger. Given the circumstances, anyone else would've remained silent, but having been oh so thoroughly gifted with the brains of soup-actually no, soup is smarter than me, it at least makes people feel better. I just have a tendency to make people uncomfortable and confused.

I started to laugh…

And laugh…

I laughed so hard that tears were forming in my eyes. It didn't last long though, as Tom grabbed me by the throat tightly and hissed, "What have you done to me?!"

"Nothing!" I choked.

"Truth girl! Now!"

"I don't know!" I wheezed, "You're not real!"

My eyes began to close from lack of oxygen, when Tom let me fall to the floor, coughing and rubbing my neck.

"What do you mean?" He asked calmly, "Please spare no details."

"Did I stutter? You are fictional! You're just a made-up character."

He knelt down, a very patronizing smirk playing on his face, "And what, pray tell, am I a fictional character of?"

Oh shit! I thought, Shit! Shit! Shit! Say something intelligent!

"An out of print horror."

Or that…

I spent the next three or so minutes telling him an impromptu lie about how he is the doppelganger of the actor who portrayed him in a TV short about a brilliant yet evil wizard boy who tried to kill everyone but ends up getting toasted by an angry mob.

Clearly, he didn't buy it, despite his impassive facial expression. I mean, come on, stuttering teenager + bullshit story + boy genius, does not a viable story make.

Luckily, he had very few questions about the fake folk tale, but also held a terrifyingly thoughtful look on his face.

I slowly shifted my body towards the doorknob side and tried to start getting on my feet. Tom's dark eyes held me in place as he questioned,

"Who else is in the house?"

I held my clenched jaw up in defiance; he rolled his eyes slightly and replied,

"Ms. Roberts do you really believe I'd harm you now?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Are ya kiddin'?"

"I have just appeared in a muggle dimension seventy years into the future; forgive me if I was a little… Startled."

Seeing a faint opportunity for escape, I kneed him in the dragon balls and pushed him away from me. As I got my hand around the knob though, Tom grabbed my hair and pulled me back, earning a small scream from me.

I was spun and slammed back up against the door with my arms pinned to my sides, Tom practically nose to pre-snake-nose with me.

He hissed in annoyance, "You will tell me of this time, and you will not reveal who I am to anybody."

"Why would I do that?" I asked sarcastically, "You tried to kill me! You failed miserably but you still tried!"

Before I knew it, he was holding a half-smashed lamp by my face.

"There are other ways I could still do it; far less appealing to me, but equally satisfying."

I glanced briefly at the makeshift weapon, then back at him,

"Good point."

He smirked, lowering the lamp, then began to open his mouth to say something when a tiny voice behind the door spoke.

"Marley? Are you okay in there?"

Tom raised an eyebrow in surprise, but sent me a warning look. I only cringed to myself and sighed.

"Yeah I'm fine sweetie, just go downstairs and brush your teeth okay?"

"Okay…"

We listened closely for her descending footsteps, and once they were almost silent Tom's smirk returned.

"Sister?" He asked, but received no answer, "Daughter?"

"I'm taking care of her." I sneered.

"Where is your family? Or is it just you and-"

"Jenny, and no."

He set aside the broken lamp, crossing his arms with a questioning look, "Well, where are they?"

"Out."

Though he waited for it, he never received a lengthier answer since decided to ignore him and grab a light wool sweater from Charlene's closet.

"I promise Ms. Roberts, I won't harm any of your family." He assured, "After all, you are my host."

"You're quite honorable for a guy who tried to kill me a second ago."

"And you're quite frank for a girl I almost killed."

"Okay!" I groaned, "Before we sentence ourselves to an hour of pointless banter, I thin we should set some ground rules."

He nodded, "Fair, however I would like to ask you some questions first."

"What for?"

"To think of ground rules; I can't very well make any bargains when I don't fully understand what is at my disposal."

"Fine, but quid pro quo pal, we both ask and answer the other's questions. We are each limited to six rules for the other, that makes twelve altogether, neither has more power of the other."

"Fine. However I want to add a mutual thirteenth rule, in effort to avoid quibbling over minor details."

"Such as?"

"Neither may lay a hand on the other in violence."

I was taken aback by his suggestion, but I figured don't look a gift horse in the mouth and agreed.

"Excellent, now if you please, where are your family?"

I sighed, sitting on my bed and running a brush through my tangled hair, "My mom is in Washington and my father is in Los Angeles. They'll be returning at an unspecified time in the future."

"Thank you." He said, "Was that so hard?"

"Are you gonna keep me around or do you plan on killing me in a day or so?"

"I promised never to lay a hand on you Ms. Roberts." He reminded, "However, I do not intend to 'keep you around' longer than necessary."

"How long will that be?"

"It is my turn to ask questions Ms. Roberts. Are you currently attending school?"

"No, it's summer. How long do you-"

I turned my head to noticed that he had his neck completely craned away from me, and he didn't appear to me looking at anything in particular.

"What is your problem?"

He glanced back in confusion, then immediately reverted his gaze again, fueling my irritation with him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you're here against my will, and you're acting like it's such a terrible thing to even look at me."

Tom groaned, just as aggravated as I was, "I am waiting patiently for you to dress. I'm afraid leaving you alone to plot is not an option."

"I am not changing in front of you!"

'So you plan on wandering the house in your knickers do you?"

I snorted, "You think this is my underwear?"

Finally, he looked at me in my tank top and shorts, clearly appalled by the knowledge I was already fully dressed.

My rudimentary knowledge of the early forties was bleak, but though I don't recall any mention of strawberry shortcake patterned undergarments I could understand that my comparatively revealing nightwear might have confused him.

"Oh Tommy boy." I sighed dramatically, "Do you have a lot to learn.


While I changed in the closet, Tom and I discussed ground rules; My first one being that he cannot kill or otherwise harm the people I love; he agreed only on the condition he could if it was self defense, which I didn't like the possible technicalities of but he beat me down.

His rule was I was not allowed to use my 'muggle technology' to call for help. This came after I tried texting to Charlene and Amber to come save me from this maniac, and though he was still baffled by the concept of a portable phone he was well versed in the idea of 'just take it away and hopefully she'll stop using it'.

This never would've happened if I installed that Bluetooth; let this be a lesson children, install your Bluetooth or the Dark Lord will find you…

I finished dressing in some jean shorts and a black tank top, which Tom gave a disapproving glare at on our way downstairs. I admit, I never usually put tank tops and shorts together-I just always thought it was a bit tacky unless it was really hot- but honestly I just liked fucking with him.

I saw that Jenny was still in the bathroom when we came down, so I started on making some toast for us- and some coffee for myself, no way was Riddle toughing my caffeine.

"So to recap," I told him, "You visited Rockaway a few times, and you just stopped for a visit during your stay with relatives. No mention of magic, or folk tales, and no scaring the little girl (A/N: Anyone who reviews back what I am referencing gets a COOKIE! )."

"I am well aware Ms. Ro-" I gave him look, "Marley."

"Good, now eat your food." I said, pushing the toast in front of him, then saw Rocky with a pleading look in his puppy-dog eyes, "Your breakfast is over there."

He only whined slightly, going over to his full dog bowl. I smiled a little, picking up Cinnamon when she tried to eat off my plate. As I stroked her head, I snorted noticing the threatening look on Ra's face directed at Tom.

I shook my head when Tom began a stare-off with Ra, also looking quite upset at the cat's proximity to him.

Never have a stare-off with a cat, they always win.

When I started pouring some coffee, I heard a hiss and a groan from Tom who was standing up and backing away from the counter.

"What happened?"

"Your damn cat scratched me!" he groaned, with one hand on the side of his chin.

I rolled my eyes, putting down Cinnamon and walking over to Tom, "Ra isn't a people person. Let me see-"

"I don't need any help, it's just a scratch."

"Then show me it's nothing." I challenged, placing my hands on my hips.

He groaned, removing his hand to reveal three bleeding lines on his jaw. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a tissue and wiping the blood away, "Men. I swear, you would rather be right than be alive."

"It's hardly going to kill me."

"Oh Ra will find a way honey." I said, half kidding.

"Hello."

We turned to Jenny, smiling at us and still in her purple Little Mermaid nightgown. She glanced at Tom and then me, suddenly becoming shy in his presence.

I only realized how close I was to Tom when he pulled away to greet Jenny, "Good morning Miss…?"

"Jenny." She said, running over to me and hiding her blushing face in my stomach.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you Miss Jenny." He smiled charmingly at her, "I hope you can say the same, my name is Tom Riddle."

She nodded happily, "It's nice to meet you too."

I rolled my eyes, wrapping a protective arm around her, "Sweetie, your parents will be here soon, why don't you go upstairs and change before breakfast okay?"

"Okay." She agreed, hopping upstairs and smiling at Tom as she did. Once she was gone, he reverted back to his usual 'I have an abnormally large stick up my British ass' look.

"Layin' it on a little thick there ain't ya?"

"I was perfectly polite, and you requested it as such, I indeed have fulfilled my part." He said nonchalantly.

I glared a little at him, to which he only responded with a shit-eating grin that made me want to kick him in the groin again.

My God, is it a great ego massage when you can truthfully say you've nailed the Dark Lord in the nads. I'll be the most badass woman at Comic Con.

KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!

"Would you happen to be jealous of my extra attention of your young charge?" He smirked.

"No." I said with disgust, "I just don't want you getting ideas about using an innocent child for your evil motives."

"Methinks the lady dost protest too much."

I blinked in surprise, "You know Hamlet?"

"Of course, it's one of the few pleasures of the muggle world I enjoy. Of course your knowledge of magic is quite wrong."

I rolled my eyes, "Thanks for the backhanded compliment. By the way, you might wanna wipe off that blood before it reaches your collar."

"I thought you wanted to care for that." He quipped.

"I ain't your mother, now grab a napkin and wipe it up." I said, turning around to hide my heating cheeks.

Thankfully, Jenny arrived just in time fully dressed and sat down next to Tom who smiled at her.

"Tom?" she asked him.

"Yes Jenny?"

"Are you and Marley boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Tom didn't get a chance to respond as I spit out my coffee in surprise. He only smiled pleasantly after he saw I was fine and said, "No, doesn't Marley already have a boyfriend?"

Jenny shook her head, "No. Do you want to be her boyfriend."

"No he doesn't sweetie." I said through my teeth, trying to veer this conversation in a different direction.

"Why? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No I do not, Jenny." He answered, appearing unphased by her inquisitive nature. I didn't like how calm he was being and began snickering slightly at the newly formed idea in my head.

"Tom." I said in a mockingly sweet tone, "Would you please give Ra his water dish for me?"

He didn't glare at me, but I could tell he was thinking 'you bitch' and knowing he had to do it for appearance sake. He began smiling again and started to grab the dish, but when I felt his firm grip on it and released he let it fall to the floor and also getting a lot down the front of me.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry Marley, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I groaned, then sneered discreetly, "I thought you had it."

He smirked briefly before Jenny could notice, then said solemnly, "I suppose I didn't. Allow me to clean up while you dry off, I insist."

"I can help." Jenny said, getting off her stool to help.

"No Jenny, why don't you refill Ra's water dish while I clean up, I'm sure he's thirsty."

You evil son of a bitch! I thought, and with that reluctantly agreed to go up and change while Tom cleaned up.


*Third Person*

"So Tom, why aren't you Marley's boyfriend?" Jenny asked, petting a glaring Ra.

Tom had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the annoying little girl's questions of his relationship with Marley. But he charmingly replied,

"I don't think she wants to."

"Do you want me to help you convince her?" She smiled.

"What makes you think I want her to be my girlfriend?"

"Well," She said, clearly trying to think of actual reasons, "You're all nice to her and helping her, and you look really cute together!"

Tom finally managed to discreetly roll his eyes; evidently, the child had no other reason for him to have a relationship with her babysitter aside from the fact that they were a male and female of similar age, this was yet of the many reasons he did not like children-their ignorance of actual reasoning.

However, he thought to himself how it might be useful to him, making Marley like him that is. The advice from this child would do him no good of course, but if he could make Marley think he was stooping so low as to follow a small child's instructions to get her to like him she would respond with a doting manner that any other woman had when they saw a man interacting with a child.

Admittedly, that was a useful aspect of children; just give them a little attention in public and every woman instantly finds you attractive.

So he smiled and asked, "Well, how would you help me win her?"

Jenny's smile broadened, thinking he was accepting her offer to help him and Marley get together, "Well, you should bring her flowers, lots of them! And tell her how pretty she is, and how much you love her, and-"

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Tom sighed in relief at the interruption, walking over to answer the door. It was a middle-aged couple who resembled Jenny he noticed; they looked at him in surprise and shock.

"Hello, can I help you?" He asked politely.

The woman shook her head for a moment, then replied, "Hi, is Marley home? We're Jenny's parents."

"Mommy! Daddy!" Jenny cried out, hopping over to hug her mother and smiled at Tom, "This is Tom! He's gonna be Marley's boyfriend!"


Hey guys! Thanks for all the great response I love it!

No guys, Ra isn't an animagus he's just got a lot of personality as you can see lol And just wait he's gonna become enemies with ole' Tommy.

I'm gonna post the third and final part of the pilot tomorrow. I was gonna have this be the final but it dragged a bit, and I wanna tweek the last act of it. You can expect part three to be up around 5 or 5:30 Eastern Standard Time.

And always remember KNEEL BEFORE TOM! Lol

PLEASE REVIEW! COOKIES FOR ALL!