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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:33 pm
Chapter 17 :: A Girl to Look Up To Private AIM RP - Eden Project/Ames Errantes Crossover-- Elysia Kavanagh Artificial Anonymity
Natalie sighed, leaning back in her chair. Another night over. Another night of Michael actually listening to her demands and staying out of sight when he wasn't needed. Really, it was almost easy to forget what had passed between them, sometimes. Which.. was nice. And while she may have been over it, she channeled all of those violent emotions he'd made her experience into her performance. It just kept getting minutely better and better.
Only two and a half weeks left. It was hard to believe that, after then, she'd probably never see any of these people again. The people she'd come to love as a family.
Meanwhile, James, security guard extraordinaire, was bored. Really, he didn't like the job. But it was easy and it paid and he'd gotten to meet that Peanut Guy, right? The one with the monocle. Him. And he got to see women running around half-naked. That alone made up for the sheer boredom of his job.
Well... that and the fact that a pretty woman was approaching. He wasn't too keen on the child in tow, but hey. Pretty woman? That was good.
Why her mother had dragged her to the show, Shouko would never know. The woman was known for being vague and slightly absentminded and had, in her normal fashion, mumbled something about education before dragging her daughter off.
Not that Shouko was complaining. It had been a good show, if not a bit complicated for a child - truth be told she hadn't understood much, but there were pretty people in costumes and that had made up for it - and the lead lady in particular had been vibrant. She'd been very convincing in her acting, and Shouko was very impressed despite her obvious lack of knowledge in the field of acting.
And now her mother was dragging her to meet her!
If this was education, she certainly didn't mind, the girl thought as she skittered behind Anon in an attempt to get away from the buff-looking man at the door. He looked a bit like those mobstar-people she'd seen in her soap operas, and THEY always beat up people.
Anon beamed happily at the man in the doorway, blithely unaware of her daughter's slight scare. In the mind of Miss Dyrh, security guards equalled puppy-cuteness and doughnuts. This might explain a lot of things about Anon.
"Oh, hello!" she waved slightly, in case he hadn't seen them approaching, "Would it be possible to get backstage?" Wonderful, she sounded clever! She smiled happily, quite proud of her performance. Those pills the doctor had ordinated had made things so horridly complicated, but for once things seemed to be going the right way.
"And what's the reason?" he asked, trying to follow procedure. But it came out more jesting and kind. He couldn't help it! He flirted on instinct! "I just have to ask, you know. You can probably go backstage, as long as you're not a psychopathic killer, or something. But you're definitely too cute to be carrying a butcher knife!
"Still. You seeing one of the guys, or something? Cause if you're not..." Wink. Wink.
Oh. Was he.. coming on to her? Anon blushed profusely, stammering around in her mind before getting herself to working order in the new situation; it had been a long, long time since anyone had flirted with her, and she had the horrid feeling that the guard was expecting her to flirt back.
"I'm no such thing." she winked, or tried to anyway - the success of the attempt was debateable.
Shouko peeked from behind her mother as she heard the man talk. He didn't sound scary, and he definitely didn't sound like he was going to kill anyone - rather, he was expecting them to try and kill someone! She giggled at the thought of her and her mother killing anyone, much less a man like him.
She blinked innocently at the guard, and smiled happily. "We're going to see the pretty lady!"
"Pretty lady, huh?" He crouched down, smiling at the girl. "Which pretty lady? Cause there are an awful lot of 'em back there, and I'd hate for you to get confused."
See, he was even good with kids! Honestly. Perfect man. Well, except for the wandering eye. And the occasional drinking. And the swearing. And the frat boy tendencies. ... Perfect man!
"But if you tell me which one, I'm sure I can take both of you beauties back to see her."
"The.." she wrinkled her brow trying to drag some memory of the names back, "Air-girl." She smiled back at him, proud for having figured out the name of their target.
And he was so charming, too! Anon smiled at him, glad that Shouko were getting along with someone, even if he was a grownup.
"We'd be very grateful if you'd do that for us, wouldn't we, dear?" she turned expectant eyes on the girl.
"Yes mum." Shouko repeated dully. It had been one of the politeness lessons, she remembered as she nodded her head to show her compliance.
"It'd be nice if you found Miss Air for us, Mr. Guard."
James laughed. "Oh, Natalie. 'Kay. She seems to get a lot of callers." Well. The Peanut Man and the other dude. And these two. Still!
"Just follow me, kay? It's a bit hectic, so stick close."
In fact, back stage wasn't hectic, aside from a few of the actors and set techs bustling back and forth past them. He led them to a dressing room door and knocked a few times.
"Who is it?" came a female voice - a familiar one, even with the lack of accent she'd taken on during the performance.
"Nat, it's James. Security guy. You have some visitors - can I let 'em in?" He winked at the girls.
"Oh, sure. Go ahead."
James pushed open the door with a flourish. "There you go, ladies! If you need anything else... anything..." He winked at Anon before heading back to his post.
Inside the dressing room was the woman from the stage. She smiled at the two, waving. For a moment, she'd been scared that somebody else... Candice, or somebody, had been there. But no. It was two people she'd never met... but they looked nice enough. "Hello, there!"
Anon still wasn't done blushing by the time Natalie greeted them, and looked after James with a rather peculiar look. But this wasn't why she was here, and her daughter wasn't getting any culture from her staring at the security guards.
She took a step forward, approaching the actress while keeping her daughter's hand firmly in her own.
"Hello there." what did one say? She took a second to contemplate before continuing. "We really liked your performance and Shouko, that's her here, say hello sweetie" - "Hello Miss. Air." - "needs some culture so I thought I'd introduce her to a real-life actress." That, and the fact that she was trying to get Shouko to come out of the shell she had created after Anon's illness.
"You're really good." Shouko piped up, genuine admiration shining in her eyes. This girl was even prettier than the stars on television in the Eden's eyes, and it seemed she had found her new idol.
Natalie giggled a little. "Oh, that's a wonderful idea!" She held out her hand to Anon. "I'm Natalie. It's very nice to meet you!
"And you, too," she said, looking back down at Shouko. "What's your name?" So many children! She was being swamped with them, it seemed. But she was getting used to it, and as things turned out, she wasn't that bad with kids. Actually, they seemed to like her.
"And thank you! I've practiced a long time to be able to do that - it always makes me happy to hear that people enjoy what I do."
Anon took the offered hand and shaked it daintily, or as daintily as one could while holding back a child dying to examine shinies. "I thought so too," she grinned slightly. Letting go of her hand - and Shouko - Anon smiled as she watched the two interact. The girl certainly had a way with children.
"I'm Shouko." said girl beamed at Natalie, glad to be talking to her newest idol. The girl really was pretty, even though the makeup was a bit too much up close. Shouko had never heard the rule of the stage; light obscures your face.
"They clapped a lot, so I think they did." she giggled a bit, feeling almost as clever as her mother had earlier. Then the rest of the words registered.
"You mean.. you can train to be like that?" stars might as well has come out of her eyes, for one could almost see the wheels working in the girl's head.
"Oh, I hope so!" she said, kneeling down on the floor. Her dark skirt flared out across the floor. If there was one thing she loved above all else about the play, it was the costumes - they were comfy and floaty and pretty!
"Mmhmm. You can learn how to sing and how to act - you just need a teacher. Or..." Her eyes sparkled. "Do you ever sing along with songs? Or play pretend games? Those can teach you how to sing and act, too. That's how I got started, when I was your age!" She nodded, making her point. "Lots of pretend games, with dolls."
This girl was positively adorable! More so than Haki, who, while cute, seemed to know it. Kids who knew they were cute were a bit scary. Spontaneity was better.
"Oh. A teacher?" Shouko had never had much experience with teachers, not having gone to school. But.. if she could get to wear clothes like Natalie, she'd deal with it. Definitely. She eyed the skirt appreciatively, already plotting how to get her mother to get her a teacher.
"I don't play with dolls anymore. I'm a grownup." she threw a slightly scalding look at Natalie for not having figured that one out herself. Really, anyone could see! "I've sang a bit, but I like playing my flute more." She figured the painted flute happily stuck in her obi.
But if the pretty lady played with dolls at her age, perhaps it was okay? Shouko sighed. Why did things have to be so complicated?
"Well, even if you don't play with dolls, do you ever tell yourself stories? Just doing that can help, too. But acting out the stories is best, definitely. Playing make-believe with friends really, really helps." Natalie smiled, then looked at the flute.
"You play the flute? That's impressive! I'm no good with instruments, myself. Actually, I like to make clothing. In fact, I'm making a few dresses for a girl a little bit younger than you that I know. Do you think she'll like them, maybe?"
"No I don't." her face was looking decidedly downcast by this point in time. She'd never become like Natalie! She was nowhere near as good, and she didn't even play with dolls like Natalie did when she was as young as Shouko. "My friends don't visit me a lot anymore."
She brightened as the older girl revealed that she thought it was impressive that Shouko could play the flute; she'd never thought of it as impressive. It was just something she had to do. She beamed, glad for having done something right.
"If she doesn't, she's just stupid. Everyone likes dresses." everyone that was anyone, anyway.
Natalie laughed, reaching out to pat the girl's head a little. "Well, it's never too late to start again. But if your friends don't visit... well, how would you like to meet my-" though she didn't know, the curl seemed to give it away - "daughter some day? And we could all play together." She was so quick to extend the invitation - but she really did like the girl, and her mother seemed nice, as well.
She glanced up at Anon, with an, 'Is that alright?' look.
Then, back to Shouko.
"Well, not all people. I'm sure a lot of boys don't like dresses." Well. Besides two mages she happened to know.
Anon nodded, having stood back and let her daughter enjoy herself until now.
"You have a daughter?" Shouko's eyes widened to an almost impossible size, "Sure! That'd be so, so awesome!" Exstatic didn't do her justice; Shouko was positively bouncing at the prospect. Oooh, and Natalie's daughter was probably just as pretty and nice and cool and she was sure they were going to get along splendidly!
"Boys? Dresses?" she thought about the concept for a moment before reaching the logic conclusion, "Then they're just stupid too."
"Well, I'll have one, soon." ... Soon? Well, that probably came off as odd to Shouko and Anon. After all, she was young and hardly pregnant. So...?
"Maybe. They sure aren't smart, sometimes. But I know a couple smart ones, and they don't wear dresses, usually.
"Can you like dresses but just not wear them? Maybe that's what boys do."
"Oh." Shouko nodded knowingly; it was probably the same as with her and her friends, then. That was, after all, how babies were made if you weren't pregnant in her experience. "What color is your leaf?" She'd only ever seen green-coloured ones, but the pretty lady seemed just the type to have some sort of awesome-wonderful-cool other-colored leaf.
She conceded. "Maybe. They seem to like them on other people, so I guess.." Shouko didn't like admitting to being wrong, especially not in front of Natalie and her Mom. Good thing there weren't any other people in the room, or the humiliation would've never ended.
"Leaf?" She blinked, a little confused. Well, at least she wasn't thinking along pregnancy lines. Maybe it was something like Ames?
"Oh, mine's coming from a bubble," she said, leaning in a little conspiratorially. "She's a cute black bubble with a smile on her face. And I'm sure she'll end up just as pretty as you are!"
Natalie rocked back onto her heels, laughing a little. "But still, boys are stupid in a lot of other ways," she said, nodding. "Lots of other ways - like when they say one thing and mean another, just to be your friend."
"You don't have a leaf..?" Shouko's face fell, before Natalie leaned in and told her about the bubble-child. Clapping her hands happily as she giggled at the thought of a little bubble with a smile on who was going to turn into a girl.
"So, like a leaf but a bubble. Can I see her someday?" turning on her cutest expression, the girl clasped her hands and wished for a positive answer. A bubble!
"I've never met a boy like that." that was true, really - all the boys she had met had been nice, if not dress-avoiding.
"I'm not sure if you'll be able to see her as a bubble, but once she's bouncing around on two legs, you can definitely come and see her! I wouldn't mind at all.
"Oh, I've met way too many of them. They can cause lots of trouble - keep an eye out for those boys."
She stood up, patting out her dress. "I wish I could talk longer, but I do need to get changed and go back home." Smiling sheepishly, she looked at Anon. "I can give you my phone number? Feel free to call if you ever need a babysitter, or Shouko wants to come visit. Okay?" And she did so, handing the woman a slip of paper with a number hastily scribbled on it.
"Oh, I'd love to!" this was definitely her lucky day - meeting a pretty lady who was smart AND nice and was going to have a special child that was almost-but-really-not like Shouko!
And she would keep an eye out for those boys; they didn't sound nice, and if they weren't nice to Natalie they wouldn't be nice to Shouko either. All boys were trouble, as she'd learned from Teagan, but not all trouble were bad.
"I think we'd like that." Anon eyed her smitten daughter, before smiling at the younger woman. "Thank you for putting up with us this long, I know how much of a hassle she can be when she's excited." she grinned conspirationally.
Darting forward to give the older girl a quick hug around the waist, Shouko beamed and took her mother's hand. "Thank you Miss Natalie! I'd love to."
"Have a good day!" hefting her daughter up to rest on her hip - the girl was surprisingly light - Anon and Shouko made their way out of the changing room, with the girl waving over her mother's shoulder the whole time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 8:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:44 pm
Chapter 19 :: Paper Faces on Parade Natalie holds a party...Participants :: Natalie Jessani (Elysia Kavanagh) + Remiyah & Chloe & Gavin (Remiyah) + Tristan Kane (Fall of Reason) + Carver Johnston & Admon Collier (rosemilk) + Stephan Abrams (Dulcea) + Ahneta (Aletea) + Arianna & Inanna (Ary Keerya)-unfinished-
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 7:09 pm
Chapter 20 :: Enter Vinni Natalie dreaded being finished with costumes. She really did! She was left with an excess amount of creativity and drive, with nothing to work on. In the days following the Masquerade, she'd powered through Gavin's and Haki's clothing. That had helped, somewhat - but that lingering little voice that told her to pick up needle and thread was still bothering her.
Which was why she was sitting on her couch, sewing an odd little bunny-eared... thing. Well, to be more exact, she was currently stitching on with haphazard stitches - she thought it'd look cuter than carefully whip-stitching it in place - a little pink heart on its.... tummy?
Something like that.
The soon-to-be-stuffed thing was no more than a two-toned ball with little stuffed ears stitched into the top and two small black beads for eyes. She'd stuff it once the heart was in place, and then... well... she guessed she'd keep it for her daughter.

Of course, Natalie didn't expect that, during an impromptu drinking party with Matt and Stephen (who had finally invited themselves over to see her new place), the dysfunctional duo would steal her bunbun toy (which she had affectionately named Vinni).
But steal it they did.
They escaped back to their dorm with it and set it down on the bed, flipping through old books. Their hangover-addled minds (soon soothed by becoming not-so-sober once more) had come up with a plan.
They were going to give Natalie a surprise.
Matt's finger trailed down page after page, searching for a good looking spell. Flying spell? No. Ant exorcism (was that really the right term?) spell? No. Hot succubus... summoning.... Oh. Oh, that one sounded good.
"POST-IT, STAT!" he shouted, causing Stephen to cringe as he obliged, slapping a yellow sticky on the page.
Matt kept looking.

After a whole lot of drawing and chanting and general drunken tom-foolery, the boys sat back to admire their work. Granted, the little bundle of synthetic plush hadn't turned into a dragon or a pony, like they'd intended, but it was moving.
Jiggling, really.
Like it was an egg about to hatch.
"Matt, my dear," Stephen said, clapping his friend on the back, "I do think we've escaped this one unscathed."
"..." Matt pointed to the growing boils on his face.
"... I do think I've escaped this one unscathed. Well, you know, you can always say it's just acne. I mean, some girls like tha-"
The following scuffle lasted a good five minutes, at least, and ended with Matt repetitively smacking Stephen upside the head. Slowly, though, this small amusement became rather boring, and Matt stood up, grabbing the bunbun plush.
"... It feels warm," he commented, tossing it in the air a few times.
"Does it, now?" Stephen muttered, pulling himself up and nursing yet another headache. "We should get it back to Natalie."
"Correction - you should get it back to Natalie."
"But what if I have a concussion!? You a*****e, do you know how many times you-"
"Heyhey, what's my name?"
"... Matt, what the hell are you doing?"
"There we go! No concussion! I saw that once on discovery channel, or something." He tossed the bunbun to Stephen. "Get going, I'm gonna get some sorta... cream. For my face. Face cream."
Out the door Stephen went, determined to drop the bunbun at Natalie's, make a run for it, and get another nice cold one.

Natalie watched Stephen flee down the stairs, tripping all the way, perplexed. She bent and picked up Vinni, her oh-so-cute bunbun, expecting to hear her ticking away or smelling of cat urine or something.
To her surprise, it simply wiggled and felt warm.
Almost like an egg.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 3:08 pm
Chapter 21 :: Stability Found Months had passed in relative quiet for Natalie following the half-disaster that was the Masquerade. She still could only faintly recall the events of that night. Not long afterwards, Carver had left the compound with barely a word.
And then things settled into a dreary sort of pattern with the start of the fall semester. Classes, sewing, classes, sewing, on and on until she couldn't quite make out where one day ended and the next began save that she tended to sleep sometime in the interval. It quickly became apparent that keeping her ties with her newfound friends would be difficult. She took the coward's path, and opted just to seclude herself without explanation. She spent those long months drowning under school work, a minor theatre production, and tailoring, with a few commissions scattered in for good measure. Matt and Stephen continued to ******** things up every time they opened their mouths, and Vinni had turned from a plush egg to a tiny bunny who skipped around, ran into things, and tried to eat all her fabric scraps.
Her child still had not manifested.
She'd asked Hadrian about it once or twice when she'd had the time to help out with the paperwork. He'd said something about unforeseen problems applying to all the energy blobs. She'd let the matter drop, too busy to push further and quietly thankful that she didn't have a child to complicate her life just yet.
When the semester ended and all her final exams were over and done with, Natalie slumped into a sort of exhausted torpor. She spent a lot of her time on the couch, watching chick flicks and sampling, progressively, all the flavors of ice cream the local supermarket carried. She didn't get any callers for over a week, and her only company was Vinni, who was surprisingly warm and affectionate for all of her brainlessness.
Mictlan called once to say that he'd managed to keep his job at the pastry shop, and that he could take care of his rent on his own. He sent Amig's greetings, invited her over to a Christmas party. She refused.
It wasn't that she was depressed. It was more that the constant strain of months of running this way and that had left her drained to the point where social interaction just seemed like too much work. Besides, what would a Christmas party hosted by a tentacled manifestation of a planet be like? She did remember to ask for cookies for Christmas, though. That'd be nice.
Today had been one of her more productive days. She'd finally gotten off of her rear, thrown out all the empty tubs of ice cream, and put on lots of warm clothing. She'd gone out running. She hated running, but there was no way she'd lose her figure to ice cream binging. After years spent as the dumpy-looking, frizzy-haired weird girl, she'd vowed never to go back to that. It was so much easier to love herself when she could stand looking in a mirror.
She came back from her run cold and sore, but feeling better and more energetic than she had in months. She took a nice warm bath, read a few chapters in a good book, relaxed by soft candlelight for a while. A nice, warm nap with Vinni curled up in her hair later, she checked the clock - seven in the evening - and pulled herself reluctantly from her bed. Pulling a fuzzy robe on over her nightgown and slipping her feet into fluffy slippers, she wandered into the kitchen and started pulling things out of the fridge. Mostly it was sorting, finding the few things that hadn't gone bad yet. Gradually, she gathered a host of viable ingredients and began throwing things together, aiming for some sort of chicken-pasta dish.
While things were boiling and simmering, she popped in a movie and started trying to brush out her hair. It caught painfully with every stroke, but by the time the timer went off in the kitchen, the beast was mostly tamed. Natalie shuffled back to the kitchen and started plopping her food onto a plate.
Then somebody knocked on the door.
Natalie blinked, then grabbed another plate and served whoever her guest was. It was probably Remi or Dacian or Hadrian, she guessed, or maybe Matt and Stephen. It might even be Thorn, though his few visits had been short and uneventful. Whoever it was, she decided she wouldn't mind a little company.
It was Michael.
He was standing there, shivering, wrapped in a greatcoat and a pale umber scarf. His breath clouded the air even inside the mildly climate-controlled stairwell. He looked distant, worried.
Natalie stood there staring a moment, then tried to close the door in his face.
Michael let her, but knocked again a few moments later. This time Natalie put the chain on the door before opening it, peering at him through the crack in the door. "What do you want?"
"... I need to talk." His voice was flat, controlled. "You're the only one-"
"Why not your fiance?" Natalie spat out, though she opened the door a little wider.
"Because she's not my fiance anymore. Her father decided it was better for the business if we broke up. Candice gave me the, 'So long, you were a nice ******** while it lasted,' speech."
Natalie's mouth fell open. She stared at Michael, her caring nature warring with her lingering resentment. Finally, she unlatched the door and let him in. "... Sit down and have something to eat," she murmured, then went to grab the two plates.
As Michael shed his coat and sat down in one of the chairs at Natalie's small table, Natalie set the plates down and poured them each a glass of wine. Settling herself across from him, she pursed her lips. "Does it hurt?"
He paused with the glass resting on his lips. He set it down again and shifted in his chair, stretching a little and looking up at the ceiling. He loosened his tie. "No, it doesn't."
Natalie frowned, taking a bite of her meal. "But she was your fiance."
"Remember what I told you? I never loved her. Never will. Still, I thought I would have felt a little bit of loss... something. But there's nothing. It's as if... as if... she doesn't matter. And I can't help but hate myself for it."
Natalie nibbled on a piece of chicken, watching him, listening. She supposed he might be lying to her, but if that was his game, she would have expected more tears. He was an actor, he could call them up at will. No, his cold, apathetic disappointment touched her. "I don't know what to say," she confessed after a moment, setting down her fork and reaching for the wine.
"Company's enough," he muttered, looking down at his food and toying with his fork.
"That... I can give." It took all her courage to say it, but once the words were out, she felt lighter. Maybe he had changed.

After a dinner spent slowly getting to know one another again, they journeyed over to the couch. Natalie turned off the movie that she had forgotten was on. They watched The Price Is Right, laughed, and drank. There was still lingering tension between them, but it was slowly fading. It may have been the laughs, it may have been the game show, it may have been the wine. Whatever it was, she didn't mind when he rested his arm on the back of the couch behind her.
"Natalie?"
She looked up at him, tearing her eyes away from the gigantic wheel whirling on screen. "Yeah?"
"I want to apologize."
She scrunched up her nose, frowning. "For what?"
"Way back, that night when I... that night."
She nodded, looking away. "That night."
"Yeah. I don't know what I was thinking. I just... I didn't want to lose you."
Natalie felt her face heating up. She shook her head. "No, it's fine. It's in the past." Then she looked up with a smile, determined to change the subject. "So, how do you like the apartment?"
"It's nice." He blinked, taken aback a little. "How much do you pay for it?"
A sly smile spread across Natalie's face, her eyes twinkling. "Absolutely nothing."
"Hm?"
"I get this place for free, since I agreed to help the people who run this place out."
"What, are you selling your body now?" His eyes twinkled with mirth, but he watched her with curiosity.
"No, but I am going to be taking care of a child."
"My Natalie, a mother?"
She laughed. "Yeah, though I'm sure as hell not ready. Still need to get her room set up..."
"A girl?"
"I think so, anyway. It's hard to explain."
There were elated cries from the TV. Some old lady had won something, a jet ski or a yacht or a sportscar.

Something happened when they were finishing off the second bottle of wine. Whatever the reason, Michael made the first move. Right when she set her glass beside his on the coffee table, he put his hand on her wrist. She looked at him. He kissed her.
A bottle of wine earlier and she would have resisted, would have fought him off, would have ordered him out. But now she relaxed against him, felt him wrap his arms around her. Her arms slid up around his neck. They fell back onto the couch.
Sometime around the end of Wheel of Fortune, maybe half past midnight, they got up and stumbled back to her bedroom, where they fell back on one another in a languid tangle of limbs. There was heat and noise and all Natalie could really remember the next morning was the warmth and the sound of his heartbeat.

She woke up before he did, naked and curled up in his arms. Carefully, nursing a mild headache, she slid out of his embrace and, grabbing some underwear and the first thing her hands fell on - a dress - stumbled into the bathroom.
The bright light hurt her eyes and made the throbbing in her temples worse. She fumbled in the medicine cabinet for advil, popping two dry. Then she turned on the shower, climbing into the scalding hot water. Little snatches of the night before resurfaced and she rested her forehead against the tile of the shower wall, moaning quietly.
There was a knock.
"Come in," she managed, not able to look towards the door. She knew what was coming. He would smirk, pleased that he'd manipulated her into this. He'd leave, now that he'd finally gotten her.
Michael stepped in, closing the door carefully behind him with a tiny click. "Are you feeling okay?"
She closed her eyes, scrubbing at her face with the heels of her hands. "Yeah. Headache. Are you leaving?"
"Only if you want me to," he replied. He came a few steps closer. "Actually, though... I meant to ask if I could join you."

They were eating breakfast in comfortable silence when Michael finally spoke up. "Do you want to go shopping?"
"For what?" Natalie blinked, confused.
"Paint and furniture for your daughter's room. You said you had to get it ready."
"You don't have to come along."
"I want to."
They looked at each other for a long moment. Then Natalie looked away, biting her lip and toying with a wet curl. "You're acting like we're... we're... a couple."
He looked down at his plate, took another bite of toast.
"Are we?" she whispered, glancing back at him.
He met her eyes with a slight smile. "If you can forgive me for everything I've done."
She giggled a little, hands twisting together in her lap. "Only if you promise to follow a few base rules," she said, trying to sound calm even though, internally, her heart was doing uncertain flips. She still didn't know if she could trust him, but that longing she'd buried at the end of the summer insisted that she give him a chance. The sex hadn't hurt, either.
"Of course. Name them. Anything you want." He was watching her with adoring eyes, possessive eyes.
"If there's ever another woman, tell me."
"I will."
"And you have to promise to be there for me if I need you. Not just for sex."
"Of course."
"Swear to me."
"I swear on everything I hold sacred." He laughed a little, holding out his hand to her. She took it, lacing her fingers in with his.
"You really mean it?"
"Every word."
They stayed like that, linked by touch for a few more minutes. Then Michael laughed. She looked at him, questioningly. "What?"
"Just thinking... that we're back to being Jane and Rochester. Though I didn't have to lose my hand and sight to get you back, now did I?"
"No," she responded, laughing herself.

The day stretched into a happy, long series of furniture stores and home improvement stores, little cafes and bookstores. He had called into work, taking the day off. They had all day to grow comfortable with one another again, find a middle ground where respect and affection was paramount to everything else. Natalie still wasn't quite sure what it was they had, but whatever it was felt warm and safe.
She felt steady for the first time in months.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 5:02 pm
Chapter 24 :: Parenting Problems "What am I supposed to do?" Natalie sank onto the couch with a deep sigh, letting her head fall into her hands. "How am I supposed to do this...?"
Michael sat down beside her, sliding an arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "It'll be fine."
"She can't tell me what she needs!"
"She'll find a way to show you."
"She can't... what if she gets hurt, and I'm in another room? She can't call me! She can't cry! How am I supposed to-" Natalie broke off mid-hysterical-sentence, shuddering. "I can't do this."
She resisted at first when he tried to pull her close, but then she relented, let him pull her into his arms, onto his lap. He stroked her hair. "Shh. You can. I know you can. And I'll be here to help you. Ophiera's a smart girl. I'm sure we can get something to put in her crib, and for her to wear, that she can press and send a message to you. I'll go and get one tomorrow, okay? Tonight, even."
Natalie remained silent, letting her head fall against his shoulder.
"I'll go tonight. And then I'll come back and stay with you. We'll both be here in case something happens. Hell, Natalie, if you want me to, I'll stay here until you're comfortable being by yourself again, no matter how long that takes."
She turned her face up to him. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. "... would you stay after that? For me?"
He blinked, then smiled. "... are you asking me to move in?"
"I-I guess so. I mean. I just... I don't want you to just leave one day because you think I can handle it on my own. I don't want to know that day's coming."
"Unless something happens to change how you feel," Michael murmured, kissing her forehead, "I'll be here."
And that's where they left it. He rose from the couch, after making sure she was alright, and left, driving to store after store.

When he returned, Natalie was in Ophiera's room. They had painted the walls a beautiful lavender color with accents of magenta and cranberry to warm it up. Glass charms hung in the window, catching the moonlight. Natalie had pulled the armchair up to the crib and was sitting there, staring down at her sleeping daughter, smiling.
Michael peeked in, then took a short detour to drop his bag in her - their, he supposed - bedroom. Then he returned to her, met her expectant gaze with a smile. He held up the bright yellow plastic bag. "Found it," he whispered, coming to stand by her. He pulled the device out of the bag, began prying it loose from its plastic casing. The sound didn't wake Ophiera. He put one of the monitors - the one with the button - in her crib. It had a little belt-attachment on the back.
The other he gave to Natalie, who held it quietly. He knelt beside her chair and leaned his head in close. "If she presses the button, a loud tone will sound on yours. You'll know immediately."
She smiled, then. She took the device with one hand, and slipped her other into his hand. "Thank you," she whispered. "I'll stay here for the rest of the night, just in case, but... thank you. And you don't have to stay here if you don't want to. Earlier, I-"
"You were panicking, I know," he murmured, laughing quietly. "But I want to stay."
"Okay, then."

The next morning, both Natalie and Michael had terribly sore necks from sleeping in that chair and against it (respectively), but they were both grinning as they showed Ophiera how to use her little panic button. Then they all sat down to breakfast.
Things were going to work out after all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 5:06 pm
Chapter 25 :: Valentine's Day The guardians gather and work a little magic...Participants :: Natalie Jessani & Ophiera (Elysia Kavanagh) + Hadrian & Ahneta & Dacian (Aletea) + Marc & Haki (Naeodin) + Tristan & Holden & Dmitri (Fall of Reason) + Stephan & Vega (Dulcea) + Evie & Elisa (seeingwhenblind) + Ari & Inana (Ary Keeyara) + Jacob (Florayne) + Patricia & Gavin (Remiyah)
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 5:23 pm
Chapter 25 :: A Picnic in the Park A family picnic gets a visitor...Participants :: Natalie Jessani & Michael Landry & Ophiera (Elysia Kavanagh) + Bran Lio`koli (Bran Lio`koli)
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 2:20 pm
Chapter 26 :: Camping - METAPLOT Dacian takes the children camping...Participants :: Ophiera (Elysia Kavanagh) + Gavin (Remiyah) + Ismet & Dacian (Aletea) + Holden (Fall of Reason) + Nadia (Smerdle) + Osha (XIIIDestinyKeys) + Inanna (Ary Keeyara)
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:56 am
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