Hey! This one's a little bit longer in comparison to the other three... :) (it is 3 right...!) Hope you like it, things start to pick up a bit from now on onwards, especially as I finally got to the place I needed to go to start it!
Thank you so much to my reviews (AlKiMi, GrowlyNoir, Adurna Skulblaka) and to anyone who read it. As always I love reviewies and they make me very happy to get any sort of feed back :)
AlkiMi: Thank you for so unashamedly promoting this fic! xx love you! :) And so in return: IF YOU ARE NOT ALREADY READ AlKiMi 'S FICS THE SLOW 'DESCENT INTO MADNESS' AND 'HITCHED'! THEY ARE FABULOUSLY MARVELOUS! :)
GrowlyNoir: Thank you so much for the name idea! I really like it and will probably change it in a couple of chapter's time... (give people chance to know that I am changing it!)
Adurna Skulblaka: I feel like I am leaving you out if I don't say something so, even though I said in my PM, thank you and it is always nice to know that more than one person is reading! so new reviewers are always nice!
Ok, I think that's everything, just time for a Disclaimer and then we can get to the story... :) Thanks again!
DISCLAIMER: I'll keep it short as my A.N. has stretched on to long already... so, I don't own anything. Just playing for the purpose of my, and hopefully other's enjoyment... :)
Chapter 4
They had stood at the door for some moments after before Jenna remembered her manners. She had invited him in, made some tea and now they were sat sipping it both staring straight ahead.
"Sorry about all the mess. I wasn't expecting any guests…" Jenna trailed off. Naboo (He had told her Boo was only a childhood nickname) hadn't seemed to fazed about the chaos that was her main room, or perhaps he just hadn't noticed, he gave Jenna the impression that he was either completely stoned or very, very thick. Ether way it was the only thing Jenna could think to say.
"Uhmm" He made a small responsive noise. Not saying anything, simply recognising that she had spoken. Maybe he was just giving her time to digest his presence. Or maybe he didn't know what to say ether. He had never seemed like the talkative type.
They continued to sit in silence until Jenna could stand it no more. She went back into the kitchen and, since she didn't have a clue why he was here and, actually, she barely knew him, she switched the radio on after rummaging her brain for a conversation starter and finding that that part of her mind had gone on a very impromptu and unexpected holiday, leaving her with nothing and a with a strange man sat in her front room who may or may not have been telepathically trying to connect with the cat. She needed to find some normality in the situation.
She fiddled with the radio stations until she found cheekbone's in house radio station. A tune cracked out of the worn out speakers. She didn't recognise it. But then she wouldn't would she? They only played music less than 20 minutes old.
"And in the brightest light"
"Are the darkest shadows"
"That is where"
"I'll be found"
"We'll be chased"
"by daylight hounds"
She shivered at the odd lyrics that sounded even worse considering the situation she was in. Hurriedly switching off before the song could end and the lyrics could come true she dumped her mug in the already overflowing sink, took a moment to compose herself whilst the not-quite-stranger-stranger couldn't see her, and then walked back through to the front room. Positioning herself opposite Boo this time so he had no option to look at her. And even then he managed to avoid her gaze.
"I'm going to presume it is a coincidence that the boy from my childhood is here in my front room?" It was meant as a statement but it somehow turned it's self into a question when it exited her mouth. This was perhaps because even as she said it she couldn't ignore the niggling feeling that had been growing since she opened the door that is wasn't just coincidence.
"Not quite…" Naboo said, confirming her suspicion. A primal part of her told Jenna to run. Run as fast as she could and not come back. But the small bit of her that was still thinking logically over ruled. She schooled her expression and gave a look that told Naboo to continue.
"I've been sent bye the board of shaman because they sense the presence of a shaman around and we are all in danger."
"The what who why WHAT!" Jenna couldn't formulate her confusion into sentences and so simply allowed her mind to take control of her mouth for a moment.
She took a deep breath and managed to form a cohesive question. "What is the board of shaman?"
"Who." Jenna looked blankly but expectantly at him. "Who. The board of shaman is a who. We are a collection of shaman who meet occasionally to discuss shaman stuff. Mainly when one of us cocks up after we've had a bit too much, y'know…"
I know, Jenna thought, she had been there, done that. More than once. But she didn't say this instead said " But what does this have to do with me? I'm just a practically jobless person who dropped out of school at 16 and haven't been able to hold anything down for more than two months, jobs, relationships, you name it I've had it there, on the edge of my fingertips but I've always given it away cos' I don't think about consequences. Ever. So what would you want with me? Taunt me? Flaunt the fact that I'm not quite normal? Well go on then? What are you waiting for?"
Jenna finished her slight self pity rant, feeling slightly exhausted. It had felt good to say that though.
"Umm… I think you've missed the point. But I also think I know what's going on. Jenna you have to trust me now when I say that you can't stay here. I'm going to take you to the board and then they'll decide from then."
Jenna was lightly stunned still from her rant and, almost blindly followed Naboo out of her house when he tugged on her arm and beckoned for her to follow him. It was only when she saw the carpet levitating slightly above ground level that she really came back to the present moment.
"Fuck." Was the only thing that managed to untangle it's self and be a clear enough thought for her to actually say it. It seemed the conversation starting part of her brain wasn't the only bit to go on holiday. It seemed her sanity was also rapidly hurrying away as well.
That wasn't really that long actually was it...? But I am writing more, promise. The song is 'Brightest Lights' by King Charles and Bombay Bicycle club (?) (Please correct me if I am wrong:)) I was listening to the radio when I was writing this and it sort of fitted and gave me an idea about a possible plot... ;)
You are probably bored of me now so I will go away now...
Reviews are lovely and fantastic and yeah, I'm going now... Promise... xx :)
OH! I FORGOT TO SAY: IMPORTANT! THE NAME WILL BE CHANGING IN THE NEAR FUTURE SO WATCH OUT!
ok... I'm going... going... gone... bye bye. I'm not here... shusss...
