The Chance Reunion
Disclaimer: I don't own His Dark Materials or the movie The Golden Compass… If I did Billy Costa and Lyra Belacqua would have kissed at least once!
Chapter 2
Billy P.O.V
I was just about to apologise to Lyra for something I can't control when she ran at full speed off the boat and down the road. I felt a sudden empty feeling in my heart as I saw Pantalaimon chase after her.
"Lyra!" I shouted as I chased after her. I saw her running toward Jordan Collage. 'Dammit,' I thought, 'I can't go in there, I have to catch up to her.' As I reached the iron-tip gates of the collage I saw the tips of Lyras hair fly around the corner of a building.
I mentally cursed myself for letting her get away. We needed to talk. About our daemons. Our souls. Us.
I ran my hand through my already ruffled hair and made my way back to my boat. I'll talk to her next time I see her.
*2 Days Later*
It had been 2 days since Lyra had found out. Two days since I had talked to her. Two days since I had seen her. I was under the frustrating impression that she was avoiding me and the worst part was that it was probably true.
As if the Heavens or God or whoever was up there was finally taking pity on me, there Lyra Belacqua was walking ever so carefully (sarcasm was meant to be there. Sorry.) down the road. As you can guess, I ran straight for her. She was so engrossed in her shopping that she didn't notice me and jumped when I tapped her on the shoulder.
When she finally recovered from the "frightening" experience, she turned around to face me. As she saw my face she visibly froze. Instead of waiting for her to turn around and run, I grabbed her by the shoulders and led her into a deserted side street. A/N: No, he is not going to rape her! Even though I was sure she wouldn't run away, I kept my grip on her shoulders. Lyra Belacqua is unpredictable when she is angry, scared or upset.
"Lyra, you and I both know that we need to talk about this. Now are we going to go back to my boat to talk or not?" I asked.
She nodded her head so I let go of her shoulders and we stepped onto the main street. We walked down to the river docks as calmly as we could but the people staring at our matching daemons didn't help. I could pretty much feel Lyras and Pantalaimons rising panic.
We were now only 20 metres away from the docks. The stares were getting really intense. It took all of my will power (A/N: Is will and power meant to be joined as in willpower?) to not yell some of the worst words in history at them. But I couldn't scare Lyra away. It was pure luck that she agreed to talk about our "situation."
We had now reached my boat, which I was thankful for, and I led Lyra and Pan below the deck once again, this time for a much more serious matter.
Time to face the truth.