Fables/Fairytales Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Just Once More ❯ Huh... Who would have thought it? ( Chapter 1 )

Myths/legends that have been passed down through out human history, I certainly don’t own. They’re timeless but still constantly ever changing, so one wonders what if? I only twist them around a bit to suit my quirky oddball wanderings of my mind.

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I can tell, just by sitting here and looking straight into your eyes, that you can’t quite place me. That deja vu feeling, eh? You know that you’ve met me, but just can’t quite place your finger on it, right? Can’t even place a whole hand on it, I bet, let alone grab it with two fists. I see all of that passing through those eyes of yours as I lean back in this chair, staring at your application for employment, but still watching you out of the corners of my eyes.

Sitting so quiet, so prim and proper. Your lanky form still towering, even while sitting, and I know you could never sit for too long without wanting to twitch, to get back to the action, to take flight from where you stood on the ground. You were never any good at just taking it easy and sitting still. You can’t fool me, you know. The more things are changed, some will always stay the same. Just like then, even now, you’re still not a meek little filly.

While you’ve changed, it’s your eyes that are still the same, with their mischievous spark just lurking, waiting to be unleashed, while being not quite suppressed by your major pain in the butt, horse sense practicality that always managed to annoy me on my worst of days just as my hot temper always burned you up on your off days.

Leave it to you to follow where your inner instincts lead you to. Deep down, I knew, just knew that you couldn’t give up defending others, leading others, and still putting your life on the line for the sheer gamble of life. Not for yourself, but for others, though how many times was it you, yourself, that etched it into my brain, by repeating it over and over like a damned parrot that you couldn’t give a rat’s ass about people and you were just doing what needed to be done? Of course, all the while in that smart ass superior voice of yours, while you were almost weeping with exhaustion, while trying to save a flickering life under your fingertips? Both of us were warriors then, and we are still now. Yanking my mind back from it wanderings, only to find myself cracking an almost unheard of around here on the grounds, twisted smile...

What can I say except that I can’t help myself? All these years that have passed by without a glimpse, and here you, yourself, are standing on my doorstep and you were the one who sought me out this time around. The fates sure have a twisted sense of humor. Maybe I’ve been forgiven for my past failures and here’s a chance at redemption for previous mistakes. I know I’ve never forgiven myself for failing you. For letting you take the fall that was meant for me, brought on in part by my own sheer stupidity. I’ve never claimed to have foresight, but I do pride myself on learning by trail and error. Well, hopefully, that is...

Well, if I’m not worried about it, then you shouldn’t either. Who knows how much time we’ve got before the past tries to repeat itself once again, but don’t worry, I’ve been trying to break that vicious cycle, one link at a time. I think I may have been a bit successful in that department, since the last time we’ve met, our roles have reversed. I’ll remember for the both of us for the meantime. No matter how much I want you to be who you once were, we’ve both changed a bit. But maybe.... Just maybe, you’ll remember, even if it’s only the barest traces shades of the past.

Maybe you were the blessed of us all, by having your memories erased of our times together and I was the cursed one. By the nine depths of hell though, I won’t give them up. I refuse to let them fall by the roadside. They mean so much to me and they made me who I am now. We’ve come so far together, so call me a stupid idiot for wanting to finish this trip together.

Leaning forward, sliding the papers to the side one handed, chair squeaking in high pitched protest, as I laid your application down. If I recall correctly, surely my memory isn’t that bad yet, you were always a stickler for having free choice. So please, take the bait I offer now, like when I offered once before, that of partnership and friendship.

“Welcome aboard. I know we can use somebody like you here. You’re hired if you still wanna work here,” as I held out my right hand towards you.