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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-08 12:51 am

The Faculty + RP = AU (Part3) - written for Livejournal

Title: Penny Dreadful ( 3 / 3 )
Fandom: The Faculty ( + a touch of Penny Dreadful) AU
Characters: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor, Reeve Carney
Words: 3958
Rating: PG13

cut because of length )
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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-07 08:27 pm

The Faculty + RP = AU (Part2) - written for Livejournal

Title: Penny Dreadful ( 2 / 3 )
Fandom: The Faculty ( + a touch of Penny Dreadful) AU
Characters: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor, Reeve Carney
Words: 2485
Rating: PG13

Cut because of length )
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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-06 08:50 pm

The Faculty + RP = AU (Part1) - written for Livejournal

Title: Penny Dreadful ( 1 / 3 )
Fandom: The Faculty ( + a touch of Penny Dreadful) AU
Characters: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor, Reeve Carney
Words: 4111
Rating: PG13

Cut because of length )
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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-06 12:23 pm

Reboot Universe - written for Lifejournal

Title: The Train Depot
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Rating: R
Word Count: 708
Finished December 2015

Note: This a stand-alone snippet, taking place in my Reboot Universe (crossover The Faculty - Jeremiah TV)

:::

Zeke woke up and pulled the blanket tighter around his body. The storm had finally started to die away, but it was much too early to think about moving on. He would need at least a glimpse of daylight to find a way through the muddy, branch-covered roads. It was better to stay here for the following hours.

They had been lucky to find this deserted depot. Old, long-abandoned trains were everywhere, emptied, with broken windows and ripped-out doors. The depot was overgrown with grass and brushwood. But there was this small cabin. For whatever reason, it had outlived the years and offered more safety than any other place.

He turned around and wanted to pull Casey closer to warm him even more. And he felt his body trembling.

"Case?"

A scarcely audible sobbing was the answer. Zeke frowned and grabbed for the old flashlight at his side. The battery was almost empty, but the weak light beam fell on Casey, curled up, with his arms around his knees and shoulders shaking. Sometimes, he did wake up crying, gasping for air, full of panic, when a nightmare tormented him, but this was different.

"Hey."
Carefully, Zeke touched his shoulder. Casey stiffened, but he didn't shake him off.
"What's going on? One of these dreams again?"

Casey gasped once again, and Zeke was almost surprised when he answered.
"It's this place."
A whisper, barely to understand.

"I see. A bit spooky, huh? But it's just an abandoned train depot. Nothing dangerous."

Well, at least not more dangerous than any other place. Life in the new world wasn't a safe one. The safest place he could imagine was the Marriot Hotel in Herrington, where they had been living together with some others after a virus caused by the death of a stupid alien had turned the world around. But they had left this sanctuary and been on the road for months now, looking for a place whose existence Zeke still doubted. Casey, though, wasn't willing to give up, and he would be by his side as long as needed, no question.

Zeke could feel Casey relaxing a bit while he shook his head.
"It's a great place. Almost alive, as if it wants to tell stories about long gone times."

"Oh!"
He hated it when Casey talked like this. Ages ago, he would have laughed and called him a geek. Now, it gave him the creeps to think that Casey might one day lose his mind, immersed in a world where he couldn't follow him.

Casey turned around and looked at him.
"I came back here with my camera. Someone needs to capture the atmosphere of this place before it disappears. These were the best pictures I've ever taken. Mr. Brown ... Mr. Brown told me to use them for my college application."
He paused as if he needed to think about his own words.
"It was just a dream, wasn't it?"

Zeke pulled him into his arms and nodded.
"Yeah, just a dream."

"Okay."
It didn't last long that he put his head onto Zeke's shoulder and started to doze off.
"Sometimes I wish I could turn back time."

+++

Over the next few hours, Zeke held him in his arms, feeling his warmth and calm, quiet breathing. With Casey's words still in his head, sleep was out of the question.

Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time.

Back to the hell of High-school, where the jocks would bully him day in - day out. College, New York, Boston, LA. Far away from the small-mindedness in Ohio, he would finally be able to find himself. And of course, one day he would be a famous photographer, with exhibitions worldwide. Zeke didn't doubt that, even for a moment.

He felt terrible at the thought that he was glad to know all this would never happen. Casey would have made his way into the old world, and Zeke would have been left behind in Ohio, trapped in an illusory world he had built up to fight loneliness and boredom.

Gently, he put his lips on Casey's forehead and whispered: "I love you."

And the boy in his arms smiled and snuggled even closer to him.
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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-06 10:50 am

Reboot Universe Part 7 - written for Lifejournal

Title: Fever (Reboot 7)
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 2373
Rating: R
Finished: February 2015

This is a chapter of my Reboot Story = Crossover/AU between Jeremiah / The Faculty.

Cut because of length )
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[personal profile] prisca2025-01-06 09:53 am

Reboot Universe - Part 6 - written for Lifejournal

Title: The Tiger (Reboot 6)
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 3076
Rating: R
Finished: February 2015

This is a chapter of my Reboot Story = Crossover/AU between Jeremiah / The Faculty.

Cut because of length )
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[personal profile] prisca2020-07-14 06:27 pm

The Faculty - written for Livejournal

Title: After Graduation
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompt: commentfic
Word Count: 120
Finished: 02.07.2017

Some days after the graduation ceremony, Casey met him at the Mall.

„Zeke! I missed you at the ceremony last Saturday.“

„Not my cup of tea. Dressing up in a ridiculous gown? For what?“

„Guess your parents would have been proud.“

„My parents give a shit.“

„That's not fair.“

„Life is never fair; you should know this. Guess you are happy finally to leave this hellhole of a town.“

„Well, I don't like the thought of leaving my parents. But MIT will be great.“

„MIT, huh, Boston? Kinda cool. I was already thinking about it to move there, too. Maybe we can share an apartment?“

Casey's heart was beating wild at this prospect.
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[personal profile] prisca2020-07-09 08:34 pm

The Faculty - written for Comment fic (LJ)

Title: 3 Comment Ficlets
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Main-Prompt: 55 words
Word Count: 3x55
Finished: 03.08.2017

Let's talk about sex

Zeke laughed inwardly; this was so Casey. He always wanted to talk about just everything. And usually, Zeke didn't mind playing along. This time though...

Gently he pulled him into his arms for a soft kiss. „Case,“ he whispered. "Words can't explain how wonderful it is to make love. But I can show you.“


Let's talk straight

„Let's talk straight, Zeke. You want to be together with Casey? Why?“

The answer was easy and difficult at the same time. To express his feelings for Casey with only some words seemed to be impossible.

„I love him,“ he finally murmured.

Obviously the right answer. A smile sneaked on Mr. Connor's face.


Once more, with feeling

"Sorry." Zeke avoided eye contact; much too afraid of what he would find in Casey's amazing blue eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

A long pause; he was sure, this was the end. Then a hand touched his shoulder gently. „Well. I guess we could do it again my way. With more feeling.“
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[personal profile] prisca2020-02-17 12:53 pm

The Faculty - Written for Livejournal

1-Sentence-Only-Challenge
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompts: various
Word Count (total): 1663
Finished: 13.04.2017

:::

#01 – Comfort – He was lying in Casey's arms, and he knew, this was the most comfortable place, he had ever been.

#02 – Kiss – The kiss had been shy and fleetingly, but Zeke's heart was racing like never before; he had kissed a guy, and he couldn't deny it any longer, this was, what he always had wanted.

#03 – Soft – Others at his age enjoyed to drink beer and smoke cigarettes secretly; Casey was the good boy who loved his soft drinks and the healthy lunch boxes his mother still made for him... and secretly he loved Zeke.

#04 – Pain – Casey doubled over when the pain rushed through his body; Gabe again, with full force he had rammed his elbow right into Casey's side; usually no one would take any notice of it, but this time suddenly Zeke Tyler was there, staring the jock down with threatening narrowed eyes.

#05 – Potatoes – "You need to eat, "Casey said and pointed at the plate with mashed potatoes and scrambled eggs, "my Mom says, a light meal is the best after a serious illness. "

#06 – Rain – Since he was together with Casey Zeke had learned to love every kind of weather, sunshine or rain, misty mornings or the full moon at night; everything was of extraordinary beauty when he saw it through Casey's eyes.

#07 – Chocolate – He had never thought that he would ever do something that romantic like buying roses and chocolate for a guy and that it would feel so good.

#08 – Happiness – Casey had never felt so happy hyper before; since he was together with Zeke, he finally had the feeling to be at the right place.

#09 – Telephone – Finally the telephone rang; with shaking hands, Zeke grabbed for it, expecting to hear bad news, but it was Casey's voice, blurred and hard to understand because of the bad line, and Zeke almost fainted with relief; he was alive!

#10 – Ears - He liked all of him: his hazelnut brown eyes, his soft lips, his long fingers... and his ears; he loved to kiss them gently, to bite them, and he loved the noises Zeke used to make when he did so.

#11 – Name – Ezekiel Tyler; he had always hated this name his parents had given him before they had left him alone much too early, and he insisted that everyone called him Zeke.

#12 – Sensual – Deep blue eyes, sensual lips, and the most beautiful smile; since he had seen the new guy at Herrington High for the first time, he couldn't think about anything else.

#13 – Death – The death had never scared him, but when he was giving Casey a ride home, and the GTO suddenly started to skid on the rain-soaked road he felt deadly terror; the thought that Casey might get hurt because of a stupid accident he had caused with his always a bit too risky manner of driving was unbearable.

#14 – Sex – He had always loved sex, with girls, with guys, mostly fleetingly one-night-stands, but then he had met him, Casey Connor, and he had learned that making love was so much better.

#15 – Touch – His fingers were so warm, his touch so gentle; all Casey could do was to close his eyes and to enjoy the sensation.

#16 – Weakness – He had always thought that to love would make him weak, but since he was together with Casey, he felt stronger than he had ever felt before.

#17 – Tears – Tears were burning hot in Casey's eyes when he entered the old house of his beloved grandmother; too many memories crossed his mind, and the thought never to see her again was almost unbearable.

#18 – Speed – Zeke had always loved to drive high speed; he and the GTO had been the best team he could imagine... until he had met Casey.

#19 – Wind – The storm had finally reached it's full force; the rain was drumming on the roof, the wind was rattling at the windows, but Casey couldn't care less; as long as he was together with Zeke, he was save.

#20 – Freedom – Zeke had always loved his freedom, rules smothered him, close relationships scared him, but Casey had changed everything with just a smile.

#21 – Life – Casey smiled happily; his life was so much better since he was together with Zeke.

#22 – Jealousy – The jealousy was rushing through his body when he noticed Casey having so much fun together with Marie.

#23 – Hands – Freaking out was not an option, not now; they had to fight an alien queen, and to save the world, Casey thought and grabbed for Zeke's cold, sweat-soaked hand to squeeze it reassuring.

#24 – Taste – It was the taste of strawberry bubblegum and orange juice, which almost drove him over the edge when he kissed Casey for the very first time.

#25 – Devotion - "He seems to be totally devoted to Zeke, "Mr. Connor had said, looking worried; his wife had smiled while she answered: "They remind me of us; I had the same glance in my eyes when I looked at you. "

#26 – Forever – Nothing good had ever lasted forever for him, and the thought that one day Casey might vanish out of his life again drove Zeke crazy.

#27 – Blood - "It's nothing serious, just a scratch, "Zeke assured him, putting a band-aid on his bloody hand, but Casey insisted that he would drive him to the hospital.

#28 – Sickness – Never had ever cared about him when he was sick, so it was a big surprise when suddenly Casey showed up at his house with a pot of chicken soup.

#29 – Melody – Casey was barely able to keep tune when he was singing aloud with the haunting melody coming from the radio, but Zeke enjoyed it to see him that happy.

#30 – Star – Wildy resolved Casey shut the album with his photos; despite the harsh critic from his art teacher, he knew that he was good enough to make his way; one day he would show them all and turn into a famous star photographer.

#31 – Home – When he came back from the garage to the small but so comfy apartment he shared with Casey for the first time, he had almost been afraid to open the door; he had never had a home before, no one, who cared for him; what, if all this was just a dream and at the moment he tried to enter it would burst like a soap bubble?

#32 – Confusion – Casey's heart was up in his mouth when he noticed the tall, slender guy standing beside the GTO at the school's parking lot; he had never seen him before at school, but the feelings sneaking through his body were pretty confusing.

#33 – Fear - "What are you most afraid of, "Casey had asked him this morning, and the answer had even surprised himself: "To be alone again. "

#34 – Lightning/Thunder – No one but a geek would insist on making a photo trip despite the most massive thunderstorm Zeke had ever seen, but no way that he would let him go alone.

#35 – Bonds - The bond between him and his parents had never been very strong; Casey knew, that they didn't understand his love for art and photography but secretly wished he would be a bit more 'normal' but when he finally found the courage to tell them that he planned to go photo school in New York after graduation, his father surprised him with a hearty hug and said: "Casey, I'm proud of you. "

#36 – Market – Before he had started to hang around with Casey, the K-Mart had been his favorite place to buy frozen food and chips; now, he loved to visit the farmers market in Akron every Saturday morning to get fresh vegetables, fruits and milk.

#37 – Technology – Feeling frustrated Zeke stared at the chaos of monitor, computer, and lots of cables on his desk; he could repair cars, and he was a genius when it came to chemistry, but the new computer and it's technology was a mystery for him.

#38 – Gift – Though they were lab partners at school for some months already, they had barely changed some words, until at his birthday Casey had surprised him with a special gift.

#39 – Smile – The way Zeke flirted with the girls at school, the way he smiled at them, touched them casually always caused a twinge of jealousy in Casey; it did hurt that they could have what he could only secretly dream about.

#40 – Innocence – The boy was a geek through and through, no one could deny this, but for whatever reason, his innocent behavior did awake Zeke's protective instincts.

#41 – Completion – Zeke couldn't get enough of it to watch Casey sleeping; he had never known how empty his life had been without him, but now he felt complete.

#42 – Clouds – People called him a dreamer, but what was wrong with it to lie on a green meadow, to feel the sun on his skin, smell the flowers, watch the clouds, and to daydream?

#43 – Sky – Every night he looked up into the endless dark sky, and he remembered the alien queen he had killed to save the world; he knew, there had been no other way, but he felt terrible at the thought that maybe, somewhere, on a faraway planet, someone was still waiting for her return.

#44 – Heaven – When he did wake up, and the memories of his dreams were still alive, he felt like in heaven, and he refused to open his eyes and to come back into reality.

#45 – Hell – People had always warned him that one day he would end in hell; luckily, he hadn't cared about this stupid gossip talk, and today he was happier as ever before together with the guy he loved.

#46 – Sun – After endless days of rainy and stormy weather, the sun finally seemed to gain control again, and Casey couldn't wait to go outside with his new camera.

#47 – Moon – Zeke would have never called himself a very sentimental guy, but he enjoyed every moment of the romantic walk in the moonshine together with Casey.

#48 – Waves – Casey couldn't take his eyes from the surfer; no wave seemed too high for him, no stunt too risky, but what took his breath away was the athletic, tanned body.

#49 – Hair – His hair was always a bit messy and looked as if he cut it himself, but Casey thought that he was the sexiest guy he had ever seen.

#50 – Supernova – He was like a supernova, bright and hot and endless, and Zeke felt drawn to him without any chance to escape.
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[personal profile] prisca2020-02-01 09:00 am

The Faculty - written for Livejournal

Title: Valentine's Day
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 935
Finished: 14.02.2015

:::

Casey pulled the face when he entered the school building. It had turned into a madhouse. Not that it was much better on normal days, especially not for someone like him, but he had learned to deal will all the teasing and bullying. What he couldn't stand though was everyone going crazy just because of Val-Day. Even the jocks played nice, much too busy with their romantic plans.

Of course, no one would ask him for a date, would buy him roses or write a poem. Last year he was still dating Delilah and he had tried to make it a special evening. But it had ended with a big fight, Del had called him a pathetic fag and broke up with him.

This year… well, Casey didn't fool himself. One could hardly call it a relationship that bound him with Keith. It was sex. Some stolen minutes after school at a hidden parking-lot in the woods nearby. Every Friday afternoon he took the old Audi of his mom to go to Columbus to his photo-club. At least this was what he told her. Well knowing that it would probably break her heart to hear that since some weeks his trips ended at a shabby motel.

It was not what he dreamed about, not a relationship with a partner he could trust and love. Keith had told him from the very beginning that he was not willing to ruin his future for Casey. He would graduate, visit a prestigious college and finally end as a junior associate in the company of his father. A coming-out was not part of his plans.

Nevertheless, Casey secretly had hoped for something special at Val-Day. Maybe a movie, a night together at a hotel in Akron where no one would know them. It would have been nice to pretend that it was more between them at least for one day.

But Keith had just rolled with his eyes. “Don't be stupid, Casey. I already have a date, with Ann-Marie. I will take her out for dinner and afterward, we will go into the 'Broadway-Club'. Her dad is a very important business partner of our corporation, it will be good for both sides when we two get closer.”

Casey had felt more annoyed than disappointed. So he planned to use this poor girl, like he used Casey, and she wouldn't even know about it. Once again he thought about it finally to break up with him. But Keith didn't seem to notice his discomfort, or he just didn't care, as long he got what he wanted. He pulled Casey back into his arms, started to nibble at his neck. And all of his nagging doubts ended in smoke again.

+++

“Hey, geek boy, what's up?”

Casey cringed inwardly. The last he wanted to meet today. Zeke Tyler! The most wanted guy at school. The girls were around him as the bees around the flowers… and the latest rumors that Zeke secretly was interested guys too only seemed to make him more interesting for them.

“Get off my back, Zeke,” he snapped, sticking his nose even deeper into his book. Of course all in vain; Zeke could be such a stubborn, persistent ass.

“Oh, so feisty today!” The older boy smirked. “Lemme guess: Vag-Day? Still no date?”

Casey huffed. “As if I care. Commercial shit!”

“Right. So, what are you waiting for? Roses and chocolates from the boyfriend?”

For a split of a second, Casey's heart stopped beating, then he forced himself to calm down again. He couldn't know. No one did. They had always been careful, none of them interested that anyone would find out.

Zeke eyed him with a smug grin he would have liked to kill him for. “He's an idiot, Casey, not worth it.”

“I don't know what you are talking about.” But suddenly feeling weak at his knees.

Zeke pulled the face. “I'm not blind, Casey. Keith Williams. Sunshine Motel, shitty place, if you ask me. You met him last weekend and I guess, it wasn't for the first time.”

Casey swallowed hard. This turned into a nightmare. And worst of all, he couldn't imagine where all this would go to. Blackmail? This was not like Zeke, but one could never know what was going on in his mind.

“Don't worry.” To his surprise, Zeke smiled reassuringly as if he could read his mind. “It's none of my business. Just curious: is he such a good lay? He's a prick, just using you.”

Casey bit his lower lip, well knowing that he was blushing. Of course, Zeke was right. He let it happen that Keith used him again and again. And the sex wasn't even good. Keith knew how to get what he wanted, but he never asked about Casey's wishes. It was arousing anyway, his only chance to get what he wanted. But afterward, when Keith was gone, leaving it to him to pay for the room, he always felt the urge to vomit, and he hated himself.

“I guess, Keith is not interested to spend Val-day together with you. So, if you don't have other plans what about a movie night? I have gotten some cheesy horror flicks lately, might be fun.”

Casey startled out of his thoughts, blinking confusedly. “Horror movies?”

“Fits perfectly for the most dreadful day of the year,” Zeke laughed. "C'mon, let's have some fun. I promise to be nice." His hazelnut brown eyes sparkled and suddenly Casey's heart was beating wilder than ever before. Actually he had nothing to lose, right?
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[personal profile] prisca2020-02-01 08:38 am

The Faculty - written for Livejournal

Title: Stop being a coward
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 342
Finished: 15.03.2015

:::

For almost two hours Zeke had braved the storm, fought against the teeth of the wind, the heavy rain. And he felt great. All just because of Casey. Together with his best friend he always felt good. All the loneliness and emptiness in his life seemed to vanish into thin air. He still couldn't get it how it had happened that the school's geek had been able to sneak into his life.

"Zeke?"

He looked up, torn out of his thoughts. There he was, tousled hair, the face reddened from the cold. Casey carefully put his camera bag on the chair beside him, then he took off the rain-drenched jacket. Even his shirt was wet and seemed to glue at his skin. He rubbed his arms to warm them up.

"Shower! A hot shower. It's cold!"

Cold, oh yes. Zeke himself was chilled to the bones too. And who was to blame for that? But he felt much too happy to be annoyed. He shrugged. “Go ahead. Upstairs, first door on the right side."

"Thanks." Casey turned to the stairs, but stopped there, looking back at Zeke. His eyes were sparkling hilariously. "What's with you?"

Wait! What? Suddenly Zeke felt great heat rushing through his body, his mouth felt dry. "You first,” he said and his voice sounded rough.

“But you are shaking like a leave. You will catch a cold.”

Stubborn little shit. Why couldn't he just let it rest? "I will have a coffee to warm up.” While Zeke turned to the kitchen-counter, Casey followed him. Was suddenly standing behind him much too close, smiling wide. "Zeke, you are such a coward,” he whispered.

Warm breath hit his neck. Zeke turned around in the try to escape. All too close. Just eyes and lips. Wonderful lips. Touching his. Warm. Soft. Hot. Casey Connor was kissing him. Only for a split of a second.

Then it was over. Like through a haze, Zeke could hear steps on the stairs. Stopping again. Whispered words. "You coming? I'm gonna wait for you!"
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[personal profile] prisca2020-01-19 11:18 pm

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: 24 hours
Characters: OCs
Words: 348
finished: 02.10.2017

:::

Twenty-four hours can change a life.

He had never thought this possible; but what had he actually known back then? He had still been a child, only thirteen years old, a good student, he loved chess and baseball. The best times of his life he had spent in the baseball stadium together with his dad. But this happened only rarely. His dad was working at a big laboratory, an important job which offered only rare free time.

So, most of the time he was living alone in the lovely, small house on the military base, together with his mother and his little brother. He had two close friends he usually spent a lot of his time with, but at the moment all he could think about was Anna Marie, a girl with long, blonde hair and glasses. In the morning, at school, she had smiled at him, and his heart had been up in his mouth.

Then it happened, and within minutes his world was broken down.

A phone call from his father. „Leave the town,“ he told his mother. „Leave everything behind. Just grab the children and leave the town. Go to the little summerhouse of your parents in the woods. Don't come back, until you hear from me.“

His mother obeyed. He could see her hands trembling and tears in her eyes when she asked him to put some food and water together, while she went to wake up Jamie from his afternoon nap. His brother cried a little, and this time his mother didn't pull him into her arm to calm him down. Obviously there was no time to waste.

:::

She drove without any pause, for hours and hours, until sunset. Then she stopped the car in front of the old, lonely house in the middle of nowhere. Jamie looked up, giggling slightly. „We are visiting grandpa,“ the little boy told his teddy.

But he knew better. He could hear the silent, suppressed sobbing of his mother. And when he got out of the car, he felt that something horrible was going on. The world had changed and he would never see his dad again.
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[personal profile] prisca2020-01-19 11:02 pm

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: Birthday (Smith's POV)
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith,
Words: 401
finished: 04.02.2017

:::

Today we did celebrate Kurdy's birthday. Usually I try to avoid crowded places like the cafeteria. And I try to avoid to think about my past. Because I don't have one. Days like these remind me of this fact all too clearly.

I'm the outsider, the guy no one wants to hang around with. Because I'm God's messenger. Sometimes I wish I could just lay down and die, this would be so much easier. But he is not willing to let me go. He has told me that the future of the world is lying in my hands. What kind of future can this be?

At this moment Kurdy tore me out of my thoughts. He dropped down onto the chair beside me, a forced smile on his face. Kurdy is a nice guy, I know, he doesn't want to hang around with me, but he feels pity.

"Do you have fun," he did ask me.

Fun? I don't know the meaning of this word, I can't remember if I ever had fun in my life. "Gid told me to come here," I said.

"Maybe he wants you to relax for a while. Birthday parties are supposed to be fun."

Are they? Well, I guess, Kurdy is right. Before the Big Death people did enjoy birthdays and parties and fun. Michelle told me once that it is important to keep the old ceremonies alive. But Michelle can remember, like everyone else. Memories can hurt, but they also keep you alive.

"Did you never celebrate your birthday?"

"I can't remember, maybe, when I was a child," I told Kurdy.
"I don't have a history. Everything is wiped out, everything that happened before the I died."

He stared at me, I could read the shock in his eyes. "You ... what?" His voice was slightly shaking. He wasn't ready to hear the truth. It would have been so more human to lie, but I couldn't. Because God has told me that it is about time to tell him about it.

"I died. But God wasn't willing to let me go. He brought me back to life." It was hard to smile but I did it anyway. "I'm glad that you still can enjoy your birthday. But for me, the day of the anniversary of my death is the only birthday I can remember. And, believe me, there is no reason to celebrate that."

:::

(Note: This story is also written from Kurdy's POV)
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[personal profile] prisca2020-01-10 10:30 pm

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: Birthday (Kurdy's POV)
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith,
Words: 624
finished: 04.02.2017

:::

Satisfied Kurdy leaned back, smacking his lips. He actually didn't mind to be on the roads, alone, or together with Jeremiah. But every time he did come back to the Mountain after a more extended tour, he was eager to visit the cafeteria. Today a surprise had awaited him.

He hadn't expected that someone would remember his birthday. Though he should have known better. Erin knew all that was going on in the Mountain and she had decided to organize a party for him. Everyone was invited to come into the cafeteria for cake and coffee, real coffee. Kurdy couldn't remember the last time he had had some. There had been some small presents, too, candles, and a 'Happy-Birthday-Song.' Even if Kurdy had acted slightly grumpy at first because of the fuss Erin had made, deep inside, he had enjoyed it.

Until his eyes fall onto this small guy who was sitting alone at a table in the corner, obviously not very happy to be here. Smith was his name, Mister Smith. No first name. And as strange as his name was his behavior. People usually tried to stay out of his way.

And he couldn't blame them. No, he was not a danger; otherwise, Markus would have never allowed him to stay here, in the Mountain. But he could give everyone the creeps with the bullshit he talked about. Insisted, that God spoke to him, that he was his messenger. The mysterious prophecies he shared with everyone were hard to believe. In the best case, people laughed about him; in the worst he got beaten up.

Kurdy cursed inwardly, wished to be able to simply ignore him. It was his birthday party, and Smith could only ruin it. But it was not so easy. Because he owed him his life. Sighing, he gave in, stood up, and walked over to Smith's table.

"Hey, do you have fun," he asked, dropping down on the chair beside him.

Smith frowned as if he needed to think about these words.
"Fun? God told me to come here."

Goddamned shit, Kurdy cursed inwardly. "Maybe he wants you to relax a bit. This is a birthday party, you know, and it's supposed to be fun."

"Okay.If you say so. I don't know."

"What? You never celebrated your birthday?"

Smith shrugged. "I did, I guess. When I was a child. But I can't remember."

"That you were a child once? Or that you ever had a party?"

"Both. I don't have a history. Well, of course, I know, I have had parents, a home. Probably I went to school, played baseball with my friends. I guess, I also had birthday parties. But all this is wiped out. Everything that happened before the day I died."

"You ... what?" There it was again. Kurdy felt cold shivers running down his spine. Why the heck did he actually care? Smith had obviously lost his mind, and he was not the one who could help him. He had enough own problems to deal with. But not today. It was his birthday, and he wanted to enjoy it together with his friends, Jeremiah, Benny and Gina, he wanted cake and even more coffee, he wanted to laugh about stupid jokes. At least for some hours he didn't want to think about tomorrow and where the future would take him.

"I died," Smith repeated, forcing him back into reality. "But God wasn't willing to let me go. He brought me back to life." A sad smile sneaked over his lips. "It's good that you still can enjoy your birthday. But for me, the anniversary of my death is the only birthday I can remember. And, believe me, there is no reason to celebrate that."
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[personal profile] prisca2020-01-09 10:24 pm

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: The voice
Characters: Mr. Smith, Rose Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Words: 1107
finished: 17.11.2016

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Smith watched his little daughter thoughtfully; for the whole day, she had been unusually quiet as if she could sense the tension in the air. Since this incident in St. Louis and the loss of some very close confidants, it seemed as if the life in the Mountain almost had stopped.

Smith had tried to play down his sorrows; the time he could spend with Rose was rare and valuable, but the little girl was much too sensitive.

"Where is Mr. Kurdy," she suddenly asked.

Smith kept silent, thinking about his friend and Elizabeth. Kurdy was not a guy who talked much about his feelings, but Smith had known, who much the young woman had meant for him. A wonderful woman, caring, gentle, but determined when it was necessary. Despite all she had to go through, she had never given up hope that one day the world would be a better one again. This hope finally had been her death.

And Kurdy had changed; he had buried her all alone and then locked up himself in his quarter, refusing to talk to anyone. He had even yelled at Markus, and Smith was for sure the last one he wanted to see.

"Why didn't you warn her," he had asked him, his eyes dark with anger. "You are the prophet who knows what will happen. Why couldn't you save her?"

A question Smith couldn't answer; he wasn't God's messenger by choice. The pieces of information he got were mostly cryptic and hard to understand, and sometimes God decided to keep quiet and just to let it happen. And there was nothing he could do against it.

„Daddy?“

He tried to shook his thoughts off; this was Rose's time, and he didn't want to ruin it for her. „Mr. Kurdy can't play with you this weekend,“ he answered. „He needs some time for himself. But we could go, visit Michelle, would you like that?“



Rose loved Michelle; the young woman always told her stories from the old world and taught her long-forgotten children's games. But today it was just half the fun. Rose couldn't get rid of the words in her head.

„Go and find him,“ the voice had told her. „He might need your help.“

Though she actually wasn't living in the Mountain, she knew the ways around there. It wasn't difficult to find the quarters, the door with two names on it: Kurdy Malloy. Jeremiah Johnson. She hesitated a moment before she knocked and finally pulled it open.

The room was only small; a bunk bed, a chair, a table, and two old chests. The light was dim because the neon lamp on the ceiling was turned off. It smelled of sweat and booze; the air was sticky. Kurdy was lying on his bed, panting hard, a half-filled bottle in his hands.

Rose bit her upper lip; she knew Kurdy for some months now; he was a nice guy, always laughing, playing with her, and often he had some candies in his pockets. This guy on the bed was like a stranger, and he scared her. For a moment, she thought about it to turn around and run away. But then the voice was back again.

„Don't go! He needs you, Rose!“

And she knew what she had to do. „Mr. Kurdy,“ she whispered.

He virtually jumped up, stared at her with wide-open, deep-red eyes. Rose winced slightly when she noticed a big knife in his hand.

„What the hell,“ he yelled. „Leave me the fuck alone.“ Only then he seemed to recognize her. His hand started to tremble, and the knife dropped down onto the floor with a loud bump.

„Rose,“ he whispered. „What are you doing here?“

She breathed in deeply before answering. „He's told me to come.“

Kurdy narrowed his eyes. „Your Dad?“

She shook her head. „No. A voice, in my head. Sometimes he talks with me. But don't tell my Dad, he always looks so sad when this happens.“

For a while Kurdy kept silent. „Get it,“ he finally answered in a tired voice. He dropped back onto his bed, closed his eyes again, hoping that she would realize that all he wanted was to be left alone.

But she stepped closer, put her small hand onto his big one.
„He says it is necessary to make sacrifices because we are not ready for the new world yet.“

Kurdy felt rage seething up; he clenched his fists; the urge to kill was almost overwhelming. Kill … kill … kill. Destroy the world because a world without Elizabeth had lost every significance. It was only a split of the second; then he did remember: Rose! She did nothing wrong. She and all the other children in the world deserved a chance to live. This was why Elizabeth had never stopped fighting.

When he started to tremble, he felt her fingers touching his sweaty forehead. „It's okay,“ she whispered. „Maybe you can tell me about her.“

„About her,“ Kurdy repeated, feeling numb.

„Elizabeth,“ Rose answered, "That was her name, wasn't it? I know she is dead, but that's not a reason to be desperate. My mom died, too, when I was a baby. But Sister Hannah says she's still here, watching over me. As long as I remember her, she will be a part of my life.“

It was so easy, Kurdy thought when you still were a child. So innocent, always full of hope. But he knew better, he had seen too much, had done too much since the Big Death had turned his life around. Everyone's life.

He couldn't forget that Elizabeth was buried deep in the dark earth, and nothing would bring her back. Never again, he would touch her hair, wild brown curls, falling on her shoulders. He would never hear her soft voice singing again, or her laughter. She was gone forever, and she had taken every hope, every light with her.

Tears were running over his face. Rose gently wiped them away, put her arms around his neck. For whatever reason, it felt comforting. And his thoughts started to drift off.

„She loved these little glass figurines, had a whole collection of them in her room. I remember the day I gave her the first one. It was a little dog, with a much too big bow. Not very pretty.“ He chuckled slightly. „But when she unwrapped the small box, her eyes were outsparkling the sun falling onto the dog. And I thought that she was the most beautiful woman I've ever met..."
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[personal profile] prisca2019-12-31 11:49 pm

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: Nightmares
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith
Words: 334
finished: 12.05.2015

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"Smith! Smith, are you okay?!"

He woke up in terror. Everything around him was dark. He was all alone in the world. Panic filled him but he set up, forced himself to breathe. Slowly and deep, and again, and again, while he tried to calm down.

There was the small clearing where they had decided to spend the night. The sky above him was pitch black, no stars, just a faint moonlight that turned the world into a foreign place. The campfire was almost burnt down. And the black shade beside the fire… no danger was radiating from it. Slowly Smith recognized Kurdy, his partner, his friend, who was watching him worried.

"Smith? What's wrong? You were screaming as if you are in pain.”

He squeezed his eyes shut again, pulling the thin blanket closer around his body. "It's nothing, don't worry." But the pictures were still in his mind, tormenting him.

A young woman was lying on a bed, the eyes wide open in pain. A boy who bent over her. Shaking her, crying. "Please, don't go! Don't leave me alone!" But the darkness caught up with him, all that was left behind was emptiness, coldness, desperation, fear.

It had been just a nightmare. A reminiscence of the past. A past so awful that he'd cleared out his mind, erased all memories. But in his dreams, the pictures came back to him, only fragments. He couldn't even say if it was his past, he was dreaming about.

After a long while, Smith re-opened his eyes again. And the world had changed. Kurdy had put some dry branches on the glow. Now the fire flickered and radiated a comfortable warmth. The big guy was cowering beside the fire, watching him with slightly narrowed eyes.

Smith breathed in deeply one last time."You should go back to sleep," he said gently."I am okay."

And it was the truth. There was no cold any longer. There was no darkness any longer. And he was not alone tonight.
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[personal profile] prisca2019-12-29 01:06 am

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: Grief (Part 1)
Characters: Mr. Smith
Words: 335
finished: 01.06.2015

Lost in thoughts Smith was standing in front of Libby's grave. He often came here to remember what had happened. No, he wouldn't forget, nor would he ever forgive himself.

He had killed her!

Of course, Libby had fired first, had hurt his arm. The shock and the pain let him pull the trigger without thinking. He had seen her breaking down, and when he felt the warm blood dripping out of her body and she died in his arms, he had known this was not another nightmare which tormented him every night.

Everyone told him that there had been no other way. That he had acted in self-defense. But all he could think about was that he had failed. He should have found another way.

God had told him that she would die in this church. He hadn't told him who would be in charge of her death. Smith hated him for this, though he could understand.

God demanded a lot of him. He was his messenger, had to follow his order without putting them into question. But this time it had been different. Because Libby was his friend, he liked her; everyone liked her. Her smile, her laughter, her always gentle voice. She was like an angel in a dystopian world.

Smith knew, if God had told him the whole truth about her, he would have refused to listen. He wouldn't have gone to Innsmouth. He wouldn't have entered the church. And Libby's betrayal would never have been revealed. He wouldn't have killed her, and she would still be alive.

But the future of this world would be a different one, without any hope.

Smith threw a last glance at the grave. He had only done what needed to be done. But he would never forgive himself that he hadn't found a way to save her. Slowly he bent down to place the wild rose onto the burial mound; then he turned around to leave. There was still a lot do.

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Title: Grief (Part 2)
Characters: Mr. Smith, Jeremiah
Words: 361
finished: 01.06.2015

Jeremiah had already wondered about the wild roses he found on Libby‘s grave ever and ever again. He had told no one where he'd buried her, only Kurdy knew. But today, when he came here to visit her, he saw him. Smith was kneeling in front of the little mound, placing a rose on it.

Hate was rushing through his body. Of all the people: Smith! “What the hell are you doing here?” Jeremiah jumped forward, pushing the little guy aside violently. Then he bent down, reaching out for the rose and throwing it into the near undergrowth. “Stay away from her. You have no right to be here.”

"I am sorry."

"You are sorry?" Jeremiah huffed. "That you killed her? That you destroyed my life? I did love her; I would have trusted her blind. And now they say that she wanted to betray all of us. That she only was a spy of Simms." He breathed in deeply, visibly trembling. "It's all your fault."

“She only betrayed herself. Her life, her future, and her love.”

Jeremiah stared at him with narrowed eyes. "Don't talk about her like that. You did never know her as I did."

“I know that she never had a chance. She was still a little girl, scared and alone when she met him. He is strong, powerful, and many people follow him blindly. There was no chance for her to resist him.“

“I was alone too. I've lost my parents. I saw my brother dying. Do I betray my friends? Someone I love? How could she do that?"

“Libby met the devil. If you come across someone so evil, your only chance is to turn around and run. Or it will be too late. She loved you, Jeremiah, but there was no way back for her.”

He put his hand on Jeremiah's shoulder, then he turned around and left. For a long while, Jeremiah looked after him, unable to move. But finally, when Smith was out of sight, he picked up the rose and put it back onto the grave again. "I hope you will find your peace now," he murmured.
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[personal profile] prisca2019-12-26 02:48 pm

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: Halloween
Characters: Markus, Rose Smith
Words: 678
finished: 31.10.2015

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Lost in thoughts Marcus hurried through the long, cold halls of the Mountain. He had just had a meeting with Lee and Jeremiah; there were problems again with some gangs who troubled the people in Brownsdale. Nothing serious so far, but he knew he should better step in before it got out of control.

Suddenly he noticed her, a little girl, cowering under one of the steel stairs, knees pulled up, her arms tightly around them. He stopped, watching her slightly uneasy about what to do. Even he could head the Mountain, he had never learned to be close to the children. He wished Erin would be here, she knew to reach out to them, and they loved her like they had respect for Marcus. Suddenly, the girl lifted her head; wide, brown-green eyes stared at him. And he recognized her.

"You are Rose," he said. The daughter of Smith. Usually, she did live at a children's home near the Mountain; only now and then she came to visit him.

"Do you know when my Dad will come back?"

Her voice was low and slightly shaking. He shook the head. If he had known that she would come here today, he would have sent someone else on this dangerous mission. "I'm sorry, no. He went to a town some miles away for some transactions." This was all he could tell her; she wouldn't be able to understand the truth anyway.

"Do you think... the ghosts will hurt him?"

Marcus frowned. "Ghosts," he repeated.

"Sister Mary says, today is the night where the ghosts come back. She wants us to stay in the house."

"Oh." Marcus needed a moment to remember what she was talking about. October 31st. Halloween. No one here had thought about this, it was just cold, rainy day like others. Not for Rose, though. The little girl looked so worried and Marcus could feel anger rising up. Why did someone scare children with horror stories when the world around them was already cruel and unpredictable enough?

He bent down and reached out to her. "I get it, you are talking about Halloween. But don't worry, this is just a fairytale from the old times. I'm sure, your dad is safe out there."

She blinked. "There are no ghosts?"

"Well." He was not sure why he was doing this, but suddenly he bent down to her, smiling. "When I was as old as you are now, oh yes, there were a lot at Halloween. Children liked to dress up, as clowns, cowboys, fairies... and ghosts. And we did trick and treating, that was always great fun."

The look in her eyes changed, still a bit mistrusting but curious too. "Trick and treating? What's that," she wanted to know.

"An old tradition. At Halloween, all the houses were decorated with lights and pumpkins, and we knocked at every door, calling: Knock, knock, trick or treat, give me something good to eat. We received many candies." Marcus chuckled at the memory. "And next day, we all had stomach pains.

Almost better than the candies were the pranks. Sometimes we did a little joke although people were giving us treats, just because it was so much fun."

He noticed the shy smile on Rose's face and suddenly thought, how sad it was that the old times and all the wonderful traditions were gone forever. Rose and all the other children would never get to know them. Suddenly an idea crossed his mind. He grabbed Rose's hand.

"Come on," he said. "Come on out there. Let's go to my room; I'm sure we will find some old bedclothes so that we can dress up as ghosts. Then we will go into the cafeteria, spooking Erin. Let's find out if she has some good treats for us. Or if we need to play her a little trick at first."

Rose's eyes widened. "But... my dad says I must not disturb you. Because you are busy with saving the world," she protested.

"Your dad is smart." Marcus smiled. "But the world can wait until tomorrow. Because today it's Halloween."
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[personal profile] prisca2019-12-26 12:09 pm

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: Everyone's fate
Characters: Mr. Smith, a young man
Words: 737
finished: 28.08.2016

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He couldn't be much older than fifteen. Every day he came into the cafeteria, was sitting there for hours, always alone. He didn't talk to anyone, was only staring at the tabletop in front of him. Erin had tried to convince him to eat at least a bit, but usually his plate stayed untouched.

Smith dropped down on a chair beside him, but he didn't even lift his head. "Hello. Erin asked me to look after you.“

"Why does she care?"

„She is worried.“

He shrugged. „No need to. I'm fine.“

"Maybe. Maybe not. It was the first time, wasn't it?"

Finally the young guy lifted his head, his eyes sparkled annoyed. "It was okay what I did! I just regret it that it was so easy for him. I should have let him suffering much more for what he has done.“

His voice sounded defiant, but Smith noticed the horror about the own doing deep in his eyes. Slowly he nodded. "I know. But this didn't make it easier. You killed him; you looked into his eyes before you shot him into his chest and head four times. No matter how hard you try, you'll never get rid of this memory. The best you can do is moving on."

The young man narrowed his eyes. "Moving on," he whispered. "As if this is possible! I can't sleep anymore without nightmares. I have his dying eyes in my mind all day long. Tell me, how can I live with this?“

Smith put his hand onto the arm of the young man; he winced slightly but didn't pull away. "I know what you are talking about," Smith said in a low voice. "I guess most of us know."

+++

It was only a few weeks after the breakout of the Big Death. The world had turned into chaos. No one thought about the future; it was only of interest to surviving the next day.

He was a young boy like so many others, barely fourteen years old. Alone. His parents dead, like all the adults. His brother, he didn't know. When he had made his way home, no one had been around. Unable to stay in the silent house, he had taken refuge in his old treehouse for the first weeks, hoping for a wonder. Which never happened, of course. This was not a nightmare you could wake up from; this was reality.

Maybe he would have given up. But then, one day, this boy was standing in the garden, maybe five years old. More dead than alive. He didn't know him, but for whatever reason, there had been a bond between them. Together they were strong; together there was a little chance that they could survive all this.

The hope lasted for some weeks. Until they met the group of skinheads one day. The little boy was afraid of their loud voices, the guns they carried; started to cry silently. They laughed about him; one of them, a big guy with a lot of tattoos on his skull, pressed his gun into his much too small hand and pointed at one of the women of the gang.

„Kill her!“

She didn't even dare to protest, was just standing there with wide eyes, staring at the little boy. He was shaking with panic, not knowing what to do.

„Kill her, or you are the next,“ the skinhead told him.

At that moment, the boy knew what he had to do. Protecting his little friend, who, in the meantime, was like the brother for him he had lost. He stepped forward, tore the gun out of his small hands, aimed at the woman… and pulled the trigger. Hard to say if it was luck or calculation that he did miss her.

She looked at him, her eyes full of hate before she turned around. But the skinhead patted his shoulder, laughing aloud. „You are my guy,“ he told him and pulled him to the truck.

+++

Smith kept quiet for a long while. "A lot of people can tell a story like this," finally he murmured. "Most are fighting with memories they can't shrug off.“

The young guy eyed him sadly. "It's your story, right? What has become of him? The little boy."

"I dream about him almost every night. Sometimes there is a happy end, and someone else took care of him, offers him the chance to grow up.

Sometimes..." Smith paused and shrugged.
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[personal profile] prisca2019-12-20 11:06 am

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

Title: Maria
Characters: Erin, Mr. Smith, a little girl
Words: 475
finished: 01.06.2015

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"What's wrong with her?" Smith looked at Erin questioningly. Some children were playing ball on the meadow behind the Mountain. They were still looking pale and weak, only sometimes there was laughter to hear. But at least they had started to play again.

The roads had been their home for far too long; they had tried to survive in the woods; alone, helpless, abused. So many children and it was impossible to save all of them. But at least some. Here, in Thunder Mountain, they could feel safe for the first time in their short life, they could learn to be children again.

But a little girl with long, black curls had caught Smith's special interest. She was cowering near the huge oak, curled up like a cat.

Erin sighed. "She came here some days ago, but she doesn't seem to be able to open up. Not even the tiniest bit. She still refuses to speak. She doesn't eat. Is barely able to find some sleep; wakes up crying several times every night. It's so hard to endure. I want to help her, but I'm at a loss what to do!"

Smith watched the little girl thoughtfully for a while. Finally he went over to the oak tree and knelt down quite a bit away from her. She looked up, her eyes full of obvious panic as if she was thinking about it to take flight every moment.

Smith smiled reassuring, cocking his head. "Como te llamas," he asked softly.

The girl blinked.

"Me llamo Smith. Y tu?"

Silence for long while. Smith didn't move, just smiling at her. Suddenly she exhaled deeply. "Maria.” Barely a whisper. “Me llamo Maria." When she burst into tears Smith caught her in his arms, holding her tight. He could say, these were not tears of panic but of relief.

Two hours later he was still cowering on the ground, the girl, Maria, in his arms. She had cried for a long time. Then she started to calm down and fall into a deep, exhausted sleep, her hand still clutching his shirt.

Smith looked up when Erin carefully approached them. “She will get better now,” he whispered.

Erin nodded, still not able to understand this little wonder, but it was such a relief. “Maybe you could try to bring her inside, to bed,” she suggested. "This looks not very comfortable."

But Smith shook his head. “No, it's okay. I will stay here, hold her until she will wake up again.”

“Might be better,” Erin agreed. “She trusts you. What luck that you know a little bit of Spanish. Where have you learned it?”

Smith kept quiet for a moment. "I don't,” he finally said."To be honest, I didn't even know that I can talk Spanish."

“What do you mean?” Erin stared at him, feeling confused. "You have talked to her all the time. How should you be able to do this without any bits of knowledge of the language?”

He shrugged. "I've just opened my mouth ... and the words did come out!"