Hey guys, sorry for the delay on chapter 2. Thank you so much for the reviews on chapter 1, I actually get so excited when I see that I have a new one and it really makes my day. So without further a due, here's chapter 2.
"Is that her, Wirt?"
Greg looked at the tall figure, then back up at him.
"Yep, I thought you might like to see her again." Wirt replied with a smirk.
"Again? Did I see this missus somewhere before? Did you see her before, Jason?" Greg questioned loud enough to catch Beatrice's attention.
She looked toward them and gave a gentle wave, to which Wirt returned.
"Hey, Beatrice. I figured I'd bring Greg with me, I hope that's okay."
Beatrice smiled widely and handed over the paper bags.
"Of course I don't mind, I missed the little bugger anyway, I also got some random pastries no one bought. I got enough for both of you."
"Oh man, thanks Beatrice! Greg say thank-"
"BEATRICE! Oh how we missed ya'" Greg exclaimed frantically, then proceeded to run and hug her waist, seeing as that's as high up he could go.
"Jeez kid…I missed you too." She bent down to embrace the small boy.
Wirt chuckled, and then opened one of the bags.
"Hey Greg, if you can get to the Graveyard before me and Beatrice; there's a cheese Danish in here with your name on it…"
"What?" His eyes sparked.
"Oh…looks like there's an oatmeal raisin cookie here for Jason too."
Wirt felt a slight bit guilty for tricking his brother, but he needed a moment alone with Beatrice.
Almost answering Wirt's prayers, Greg snatched up his frog and made a run for it.
They watched him waddle away, and began to stroll.
"Smart…but now all that's left for you is a molasses brown sugar cookie and a stale donut." Beatrice snorted under her breath at the disgusted face Wirt had made at the mention of molasses.
"That's okay, knowing Greg he'll end up sharing anyway."
"That's true, he's a sweetheart."
They walked in a comfortable silence for a minute or two, before Wirt tackled the subject at hand.
"Hey…I'm really glad those sheers worked, although I think you were cuter as a tiny blue bird." Wirt snickered to himself, of course not meaning a word of it, he found her exceptionally cute.
Beatrice planted a firm punch into his arm.
"You'd be cuter if you were a woodland creature too, mister."
Wirt laughed, but didn't rebuttal like he usually would. He was too glad to see Beatrice to care. Even if it wasn't how he knew her before.
"What are you doing working at the café? It's kind of a far trip, isn't it…?" He looked up at her, waiting for her explanation. He actually didn't have a clue as to how he got back home, let alone how she would have got here. Of course he made a few theories of his own, lot's including lucid dreams, but that was busted with the amount of detail Greg put into talking about the unknown.
"Well…as I've mentioned before, I have a really big family. The trade system over there is completely corrupt and we're barely holding things together, so…I took it upon myself to..change a few things."
Wirt quirked an eyebrow as this.
" 'change a few things'? What exactly do you mean?"
"Look, don't get all judgemental on me for this, got it? But... one time you accidentally dropped a coin from your pocket and I picked it up and kept it…this was when we first met though! I forgot about it afterwards, until I found it one day in a random tree that I hid it in and decided to use it to my advantage" She paused and took in a sharp breath. "So a dollar coin over there is worth a lot more than it is over here…" Beatrice let out the breath she kept in, and turned her head towards Wirt.
Wirt stared at her for a little while, before breaking into a wide grin
"Beatrice…you're a genius! You realize you'll be part of history over there?! I mean someone is bound to find out some day and screw up this entire system, but that won't happen for a long time, knowing the…intellect, of most of the folks I had met. So are you like, a millionaire in the unknown now?"
She was slightly shocked at the abrupt response, but relieved none the less that he felt happy for her.
"I could be, but I don't want to take more advantage than I already have, you know? We're getting what we need. A big enough house and lot's of food."
Wirt sighed and smiled
"That's good…I'm glad."
The conversation died down from there to a positive silence.
They reached the graveyard to find Greg sitting by a tree looking at the stone wall.
That's when Wirt got an idea.
"H-hey, Beatrice?"
"What's up, dork?"
Wirt shook his head slightly, and then proceeded with his question.
"How do you travel back and forth?" Wirt had intended to ask this question regardless of his brilliant idea, but forgot to until now.
"From over the garden wall…well I guess it's a graveyard wall from this side, but I stole this small spring from Adelaide's house one night and-"
"Beatrice…you're practically a wanted criminal over there."
Wirt interrupted with a suspicious smirk.
"So…shut up, let me finish. I took the spring after reading a book on her stupid witchcraft stuff, and I found out it can jump you into different dimensions, so I tried finding yours, because I had lost you two and was worried sick. I didn't even know f you were alive...anyhow, I was doubtful I had it, but when I saw you I was so relieved!"
She smiled wistfully before proceeding.
"Anyway, all you have to do is focus on what you want to encounter in that dimension, and it'll take you."
Wirt blushed slightly at the mention of him.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.
Wirt looked over to Greg, staring at his dumb looking rock he must have picked up on the way out.
"Greg's been having it rough over here…I wanted to cheer him up, you know? He can't stop talking about that place…plus, I need some questions answered for myself."
Beatrice smiled at the way Wirt was so caring towards Greg, she couldn't remember him being this way when she first met them.
"Meet me here tomorrow then, same time. Get some warmer clothes."
Beatrice looked down at the unfamiliar sight of Wirt in a t-shirt. When he isn't so covered up, you can see the outlines of his slightly toned arms. She just thought he was really lanky, but he did have some muscle on him, most likely due to chores or chasing Gregory around all day.
"It's fall over there right now and I don't want you two dweebs freezing your butt's off again." She continued
"You'll really take us…?" A wave of joy washed over Wirt's face. Beatrice found it adorable how happy it made Wirt to be able to do this for his baby brother.
"Yeah, I still owe you, and I don't think those cold, hard pastries will do it justice."
Wirt snorted by accident when he was about to chuckle, causing Beatrice to fall into a fit of giggles.
Wirt blushed, but soon joined in.
"Well finally you two made it!" Greg came walking over with his usual grin plastered on his chubby face.
"Yep, looks like you won, huh kiddo?" Wirt said as he passed the treats down to him.
Wirt then knelt down and looked at him.
"Hey, Greg? How about we take a trip over the wall tomorrow?"
Greg's eyes almost fell out their sockets, and if his grin could get any wider, the corner of his lips would be touching his ears.
"Really?! You mean it?! You really truly mean it, big brother?!"
Beatrice chimed in "he means it little man, I'm taking you two with me, and how does that sound?"
Greg couldn't hold it in any longer; he rushed to pull them both into a clumsy embrace.
"You guys want to know something cool?" Greg pulled out the rock from his overalls pocket.
"I have the bestest big brother in the world, and that's a rock fact! Oh!" He held the rock up to his ear before holding it out again. "Also! Also, Beatrice is a very kind, pretty lady, that's a rock fact too, but I think he's just flirting."
All three of them shared in a healthy laugh, though it had to be cut short with Beatrice having to head back home.
"Yeah, a 6 hour shift for me here is, like, two days over there, so I had better get back before my mom gets a heart attack."
Wirt flicked away the small tears from the corner of his eyes from the previous laughter, before pulling her into a hug and whispering a thank you.
"See you tomorrow!" Greg yelled, before walking back home with Wirt.
It was 9:01pm; Wirt finally got his long awaited shower, and was now lounging around his room in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. He was busy reading 'A Poet's Companion, By: Kim Addonizio' when he heard the door bell chime.
Wirt rushed to get downstairs before Greg could, knowing he wouldn't think twice about opening it without asking who it was, even when it was dark out.
Wirt straightened out his minimal clothing, and opened the door slightly, to see Sara.
'What the hell…' Wirt looked her up and down. Her glossy eyes, her red face, her lazed stance and swaying took his notice immediately.
'Is she…drunk?'
"Sara? What are you doing here?"
She placed her hand on the door frame to balance herself. Even in this drunken state, Wirt couldn't help but think of a bucket full of compliments he would love to pour out to her right now.
"Fred said he invited you t-to his hiccup party. Why are you here?"
"Well, because you were there, and I had made plans on short notice."
"You avoiding…me?" She looked up at him, with a slight pout playing on her bottom lip.
"Yeah…I figured you didn't want to see me after today." Wirt opened his door fully now.
"Well, that's too bad huh? Cause…cause I came here to see hiccup to see you. Can I come in?"
'Why would she…'
"Uh, yeah come in, hold my hand before you fall and hurt yourself, okay?"
Wirt reached his hand out, to which she grabbed. He tried to push the thought of holding hands with her to the back of his mind.
"Thanks Wirt…you care about me so much, you're so nice."
'I would have died to see Sara like this before…why not now? No Wirt! She's here for you…don't let this moment slip away.'
"Sara, do you need some water?"
Sara shook her head no, and then leaned against Wirt for support.
"I just need to lay down, if that's okay..."
Wirt could hardly hold his shit together. "Y-yeah sure, let's go upstairs."
Sara smirked slightly, and then Wirt swung her arm over his shoulders and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her walking up the stairs.
Thankfully, Greg was busy in his room playing and intense game of chess by himself to notice them walk passed.
Wirt kicked his bedroom door open and lead Sara inside.
'If she wanted to lie down, why didn't she just go home...?' He questioned to himself. He was trying to be as sensible as he could, but Sara was just so...tempting right now.
He gently placed her on his bed; reaching over her petite frame to shove away his novel and miscellaneous paper scraps and pencils.
That's when Sara snaked her arms around his shoulders.
Surprised, Wirt looked down at Sara's face.
Although she was intoxicated, she held such seriousness in her tone when she quietly said "Close your door, Wirt."
He sat, looking her over a few more seconds, making sure she wasn't just playing games with him. After her emotional rejection earlier, he had no idea why she would want him like this. It made him doubtful of her advances. He knew Sara wasn't the type of person to use someone's feelings against them, even if said person hurt hers.
But with a drunk Sara? He didn't know. He never saw her in this light before and it scrambled him to his core, but...this is what he wanted though, wasn't it? To see her blushing while staring into his dark brown orbs, to see her craving his attention, his touch, his love?...No. Not love, never the kind of love he wished for, but when he thought about it, he didn't actually love her in the first place, he was only infatuated.
Wirt's thoughts were interrupted when Sara called his name.
"Wirt...Please close the door."
He stood up, and slowly shut his bedroom door, until he heard it click.
Sara lied there, with her arms sprawled out, attempting to look as welcoming as possible. Wirt kept his gaze on her as he approached.
This is what he wanted.
He climbed on top of her, and intertwined his fingers with hers, and then lent down to capture her lips.
He felt nothing.
This is what he wanted.
Her tongue gently prodded at his lips, proceeding to sneak her way into his hot cavern. They didn't stay that way for long, since Sara let go of one of Wirt's hands and slid it down his side, pulling his shirt up and over his head.
This is what he wanted.
Wirt shivered as Sara's hand traced down his slim stomach and over his abdomen to his shorts. She arched her back and pressed her chest against his, begging for his attention, but he made no move to do so. He was too distracted by her slender hand wrapping around his cock.
No...This is not what he wanted.
Wirt grasped Sara's wrist and pulled it out from his boxers, and then pinned it down beside her.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes momentarily before he spoke to her.
"Sara...you're drunk. If you wouldn't accept my feelings while sober, why should I let you make this mistake while intoxicated? You don't like me that way Sara. Remember?"
She looked up at him, her expression becoming angry.
"I thought this is what you wanted from the beginning? Now I offer myself to you and you embarrass me like this...?"
"Exactly, Sara, I realized that I wanted this from the beginning, but I tricked myself into thinking it was love...I'm not going to hurt you more than I have already. I'm not letting you date someone who just wants you...You need to find someone who needs you, Sara."
She kept the same stern expression in her red face as she abruptly asked Wirt to let her go.
He did, and she pushed herself off from his bed and tried her best to keep her stability as she stormed out if his front door.
Wirt quickly chased after her, but only to his front porch.
Luckily, she was on the sidewalk, and looked to be staying that way.
His shoulders quaked slightly as a night breeze swept across his bare upper body, at this, Wirt made his way back inside.
Unfortunately, Greg wasn't entranced enough by his chess game to not notice when Sara noisily made her way down the stairs, because when Wirt went back up, he questioned him.
"Why was Sara here?"
"Did she forget something?"
"Where's your shirt?"
"Were you wearing Sara's shirt and that's why she got so mad?"
Wirt could feel the head ache returning from earlier.
"Yeah, Greg, that's what happened." He answered back flatly.
"Oh! See ,Peter? I told you my brother wears girl's clothes sometimes."
Wirt rolled his eyes as he walked back into his room. 'Did he change that frogs name again?'
He left the door open as he went to find another shirt, and a different pair of boxers to wear, he wanted any 'trace' of whatever just happened to be gone for now. He then slumped back into his sheets and tried to distract himself from what had just took place in that exact spot moments ago, by diving back into the pages of his novel.
'Tomorrow will be a better day...' Wirt thought to himself. He cheered himself up by thinking of spending the day with Greg and Beatrice, which in the Unknown is probably about four days.
He hadn't thought about that...
'Did Beatrice mean a day in the Unknown, or a day here...?'
'She did tell me to dress warmer, but not to bring any extra things.'
'What if the portal doesn't let you bring extra things?'
'Then Beatrice must mean a day on her time.'
'Well, what if she means a day on my time, and lets us stay with her?'
'Did she even say it had to be a whole day?'
'I think I want it to be a whole day...or four.'
Wirt settled his thoughts on agreeing that whatever the plans were for tomorrow, he would be happy with them.
He checked the time, and then book marked his novel and set it down and got up to go Greg's bedroom to tuck him in and make sure he's asleep before they're parent's get home.
"Hey, squirt, time for bed." Wirt spoke as he propped himself against the door frame.
"O-kay, Wirtson!" Wirt visibly cringed as the sound of his full name.
Greg packed up his chess set and slid it under his bed, before asking Wirt to help him up into his bed.
Peter, as he is now called, jumped onto the bed along with Greg.
"Here's your pillow, Jason!"
'I guess not...'
"Alright, Greg, I need you to rest up really well tonight okay? We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow!"
Greg giggled. "Okie dokie brother-o-mine, I can't wait for our adventure!"
Wirt gave his baby brother a gentle smile, before pulling his blankets up to his shoulders.
"Goodnight, kiddo."
"G'night, clarinet man."
Wirt chuckled under his breath as he flipped Greg's bedroom light off, then went back to his room and made himself comfortable under his sheets, before flipping the switch off on his bedside lamp.
Although Wirt wanted to be energetic for tomorrow, tonight was going to be yet another restless one, and this time, it wasn't because of the unknown.
Okay so I'm actually not sure if Wirtson is his real name, I just figured it would be pretty funny so it's there now and there's no going back. Also this fic is still WirtxBeatrice, I just felt that I needed something to trigger Wirt into knowing the difference between infatuation and love so the story can progress into what I want by the end. Thank you so much for the reviews! I cherish each one and you motivate me to keep writing. I'm sorry it took so long to update. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to but I'll make the chapters pretty long so it's not too much of a disappointment. Anyway I'll see you guy's next chapter!