"From That Day I Was Her's"
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moony_blues fault, damn her and her probing questions!Warning: Unbeta! Unless there's someone out there who wants to pull out a red pen for me.
The sky had been overcast, but they hadn't cared. They walked and laughed and, when the rain came, they ran. Violet had the tree trunk at her back and his body to shelter her from the rain, and that was when Ambrose kissed her.
Ambrose had a meeting in back at the villa and he offered to walk her back, but Violet had wanted time to just be alone with this feeling. He loved her, Ambrose loved her! Violet looked out over the lake and giggled. Life was perfect.
Just then a shadow cross her and she looked up. In the sky was a balloon, and in the basket of the balloon was a man.
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Ambrose looked up sharply as the door to his lab slammed open and Violet ran to him. She didn't say a word, just threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.
And really, that said everything.
He was a smart man, he had known from the start that this would be the outcome. The second the council had laid eyes in the slipper Ambrose knew Violet was lost to him. He had tried to tell Violet, but she clung to the idea that the council wouldn't force her to wed against her will.
Two hours ago the council was to met, and now Violet was crying.
There was a soft knock and Ambrose looked up to see the Slipper.
“I don't mean to interrupt.” He said softly.
Violet slowly raised her head, “Thom, I can...”
“Is sunset romantic here?” Thom cut in, leaving Ambrose confused.
“Back where I'm from sunset is considered romantic. Although I don't know why.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“The day I... slipped, I was going to...” Ambrose watched as Thom pulled something out of his pocket and looked at it.
“There was this guy who had a hot air balloon he would rent out. The plan was for me to go out to the fairground in the morning and he would show me how to use it, then I was going to meet up with Cammy at 6:00. We were going to walk around, look at the entries, have some food, then I would take her up in the balloon right as the sunset.” Ambrose realized that the object in Thom's hand was a ring.
“I was just going up one last time on my own, just to be sure I could handle it, when the wind suddenly whipped up and the sky went black. I thought I was going to die. But then the sky cleared and I was here.”
“Oh.” Violet's voice was soft as she placed a hand on Thom's arm. “I'm so sorry.”
“Thank you.” Thom said as he studied the ring.
“I've heard that you're the smartest man in the country.” Thom said after a few moments.
“Well...” Ambrose didn't quite know how to answer that.
“You have the woman you love,” Thom stood up and walked to the door. “Please find me a way to get back to mine.”
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It was going to fast, much to fast. First the storm, then a new world, then “Hey! We want you to marry our Queen!”, then tux fittings and letters of lordship. Although that was kind of funny; he hadn't been anybody back in Omaha, but now he was Sir Thomas of Omaha.
But it would be funnier if the wedding wasn't tomorrow.
“Thom?”
He spun around to see his bride-to-be looking at him. “Has he done it?” He asked excitedly.
Violet shook her head, no. No, he was still stuck here, still separated from his Cammy. Thom sat down with a thud.
“So what do we do?” Violet asked. This had been her lifeline too.
Thom took a deep breath, then looked up at her. “We get married. We use the honeymoon to become friends, and when we get back you and Ambrose keep doing whatever you've been doing.” Thom stood up, “When that genus of yours finally figures out how to send me home I leave, you can yell at the council for forcing you to marry an disloyal, untrustworthy foreigner and demand that they stay the hell out of your personal life from now on.”
Thom held out his hand, “Deal?”
“Deal.”
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“Ambrose! Ambrose!” Violet jumped into his arms.
“What is it Vi?” He asked with a laugh, Violets excitement was contagious.
She pulled back and grinned at him, “I'm pregnant!”
“Vi!” Ambrose picked her up and spun around before kissing her.
“When did you find out?” He asked as he placed a hand on her, flat, abdomen.
“Just now. I ran the whole way.” She laughed, “I almost knocked a page over.” He joined in her laughter, but them was struck by a sobering thought. “What about Thom?”
“What about him” Violet asked.
“He's your husband Vi, you should tell him before he hears it from someone else.”
Violet sighed and nodded. “I will. I just...”
“Just what, Vi?” Ambrose prompted.
“I feel guilty.” She said. “It hasn't been the way I dreamed it, but I have you and we're happy. Thom has no one.”
Ambrose pulled her close, “Soon, Vi. I can feel it. I'll crack the travel storms soon.”
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“I want to do this for you.” Thom said to Ambrose as they walked along the hall. “You have put up with so much in this, worked so hard and live half a life. It's the lest I can do.”
Ambrose stopped waling for a moment and looked at the man that had become a friend, a best friend really.
“Fine, you can paint my picture.” Ambrose gave in.
“But you have to talk Violet around to it, and she hates to sit still.”
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This was it! After nearly fourteen years he had done it!
Ambrose galloped through the maze and walked quickly through the villa. After all this time he'd be able to fulfill his promise to Thom.
“Ambrose!”
He spun around to see the very man he was looking for. “Thom, we did it!”
“Did what?” Thom asked.
“The travel storm.” Ambrose put an arm around Thom's shoulders. “We opened a storm, sent some one through and back!!!”
Thom froze, a stricken look on his face.
“Thom, what is it?” Ambrose hadn't thought this was the reaction he would get.
“You came because of the storm?” Thom asked in a low, cold voice.
“Yes!”
“You didn't get the letter?”
Ambrose felt his stomach coil, “Letter? No, I didn't get a letter. What's wrong?”
Thom grabbed his shoulder, “It's Az.”
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Thom knew what he had to do, really it was the only option.
He turned to face Violet, who was leaning against Ambrose and softly crying. “We could send her to the other side.”
“What?” Ambrose asked.
“I've seen that a lot of the members of the court use nurture units to raise their children. We get two units and send them over to care for D.G. until we can restore Azkadellia.”
Violet put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle a sob.
“It's a good idea Vi.” Ambrose said softly as he stroked her arm.
“But I... I used so much of my magic today. I don't know if I can stop...” She hid her face with her hands.
“We also have to keep the emerald away from her, that and D.G.'s safety is paramount.” Thom said once Violet had regained her composure.
“So if we send D.G. to the Other Side, then hid the emerald...” Ambrose trailed off.
“Hid the emerald, but some how hid the fact that we've hidden it. Like if it was stolen.” Thom finished for him.
“What?” Violet asked.
“You send D.G. to the other side, a few weeks from now we pack up some other minor treasures and I take off. That way you can clam that I stole the emerald along with the other things.”
“Thom, can't really mean...” Ambrose begin.
“Yes I can.” Thom cut him off.
“But the storm...” Ambrose stuttered, “This is you chance to go home.”
“Go back to what? I'm sure that I was declared dead a long time ago.”
“But...”
“You are the closest thing I'll ever have to a family of my own...” Thom paused. “Let me do this for you. For those wonderful girls.”
Thom watch as Violet and Ambrose held a conversation with their eyes before they both stood up.
“Thank you.” Ambrose said while Violet hugged Thom tightly.
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Date: 2008-08-16 10:25 pm (UTC)Steve is speechless.
for onceWell done. :)
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Date: 2008-08-16 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-16 10:34 pm (UTC)Looks good to me.
Steve has been working ALL morning... trust me, he's earned a break for the crap he pulled out this a.m.
*nods*
*pets Steve*
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Date: 2008-08-16 11:23 pm (UTC)This was simply AMAZING! Plus, it also explains Az's parentage.
Nice job, sweets!
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Date: 2008-08-17 04:04 am (UTC)I should really go to sleep, but instead I'm making another icon.
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Date: 2008-08-23 06:10 pm (UTC)*sniff*
*thumbs up*