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Post by sailorgallifrey12 on Apr 4, 2008 12:48:20 GMT
She stared across the table at Robert, who had just cracked wise with one of his string of puns. She smiled a little, liking how life was normal. "Robert, stop that," she said, biting into her slice of pizza. "Never," he responded. THE END
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Post by Elmo on Apr 5, 2008 12:22:49 GMT
The summer sun was high in the sky, the rays warm against his bare legs as he adjusted his sunglasses and wrapped his fingers around the stem of his champagne flute. His third Mimosa of the afternoon, not quite enough champagne and he wasn't a fan of the extra pulp in the orange juice but he was on a warm beach in Cabo, he really didn't feel like bitching.
His ability was the reason for his existence still, well, existing. He'd managed to hop around time lines in a desperate quest to find his sister. He would up on a beach in Cabo when he finished his quest, the year being 2007 and it was a cool winter elsewhere in the world but on the beach it was a lovely 85 degrees. Elsewhere in the world, the woman who in a timeline long destroyed was his mother, was pacing the halls of the company building waiting for a job from her father and pining over poor impotent Peter Petrelli.
Yet there on the beach, Remington plotted his next move. He'd ditched the humanitarian act his sister died for long ago. When he realized Rose knew not who he was and that he was in a world where he would never be. He drummed his free fingers on the arm of his chair and thought.
He couldn't save the fetus, so he jumped through the timelines in order to try and find Evelyn. He needed a parter, he needed his sister.
And so, his sister he found.
"Hey douche, you gonna hoard all the champagne or you gonna pour me some? I'm parched," came a voice from over his shoulder.
Remington grinned and looked up at his sister.
"So demanding, dear sister. What will that get you?"
She plopped down in the sand by his feet and cast a stern look. "Everything."
Her light eyes sparkled and the freckles across her nose darkened. She tucked a strand of raven black hair behind her ear and laughed to herself.
"Now, now Molly, save room for the hard stuff," Remington stated as he removed a bottle of bourbon from a basket to his left.
Molly snatched the bottle from Remington and took a swig.
"So what's the game plan?" She asked, handing back the bottle. "You come in all high horse to my world to drag me back to a world who has no clue who the heck you are."
"Exactly. We start fresh. New lives, new sagas to unfold...I rather enjoy the idea of carnage and mayhem, don't you?"
Molly smirked. "I am my father's daughter."
His bitter heart beat slightly faster and he patted her head.
"That you are."
THE END (?)
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