Andrew Wells (flymonkeysfly) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-04-29 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew wells, place: la, ~ami morrison mcconnell |
Remeeting People
Who: Ami and Andrew
Where: Comic Book Shop, then Outside at a Skate Park
When: Monday Afternoon
Andrew walked into the comics shop, gave a quick wave to the guy at the counter, and walked toward the back. It was one of the few places that he went to nowadays. He went to work, school, and to either a magic shop or a comic book store. Not much variety in his life, but why should there be? It wasn't like he was up to all much, or intricately involved in the daily lives of the supernatural, now was he? He picked up the newest issue of a comic he had been looking for and went to the back of the store where there were some tables and started to read it.
Ami probably looked a little out of place walking into the comics store: a tall, gorgeous blond in a cheery-looking sundress didn't seem to be their usual clientele. But she had noticed Andrew walking in, and needed to, well... "meet" him again. Walking up to him, she smiled and spoke in a low voice. "Hi... Andrew, right?"
Andrew looked up at the very pretty girl who had came up to him and asked if he was Andrew. He swallowed before answering. "Um...yeah, I'm Andrew."
"Nice to meet you... I'm Ami. And believe it or not... I've been wanting to talk to you for, well... a while now." She gave a shy, slightly embarrassed smile, hoping that this whole thing went better than she was expecting it to.
"Nice to meet you, Ami.," Andrew offered his hand to her. "And...why on earth would you want to talk to me?"
"Well... because I have this feeling that you might be the only person around here that can really... understand me." She said, that bright smile breaking through as she clasped her hands behind her back.
"OK...a little strange, but I've seen a lot stranger." And been the cause of a bit stranger, actually. "What can I understand better than anyone?"
"Ok. Think fast. Crisis On Infinite Earths. The general gist of it, at least." She sighed, lowering her voice.
He tilted his head at her for a moment. "So, a multiple earth theory?" he asked. "Like, this is only one of many universes?" It had been forever since he had read that series, so he was having to wrack his brain for it at the moment.
"Among other things, yeah. If you're prepared at all to believe anything I wanna talk to you about... come with me? We should have some... privacy." She almost laughed at the excited look on his face, like he was going to get to live a comic book life.
"Mind if I purchase this first?" he was about to leave with a pretty girl, so he was doing all that he could not to faint right now.
"Of course! Wouldn't want you to get arrested or anything..." she giggled at the mental image.
"N-no, I wouldn't either," he said. He quickly paid for the comic. "Ok, where do you want to go?"
Ami led the way, looking around until she noticed that the parking lot across the street, where kids usually skateboarded, was currently empty. "Let's go sit over there. Nobody to hear us." She took him anxiously by the hand and walked over.
He nodded, mainly trying to not hyperventilate as a girl took his hand. He'd never even been kissed before, honestly.
"Ok..." she said, sitting down on the curb, curling up a bit so as to remain modest, since she was wearing a dress. "Have a seat... yer gonna need it, I think."
He nodded, sitting down on the curb. "So, different universes? How is that possible?"
"Ok. First, I swear to you I am NOT crazy." She laughed, running her fingers through her curly hair. "We've actually been friends for the better part of a year."
"Well, that would help with why you know my name, since usually no one remembers me." Sad, but very true for him. "I'm actually very open minded to this sort of thing."
"Alright. Well. Here we go." She thought back, to how he would best understand this. "Ok. Here it is. I'm from the future. But when I changed a few things... my future kinda became it's own universe. Like... it was Earth-2 and this is Earth-1. And I did too much, I think... and everything got kinda mushed together."
"Mushed? Mushed doesn't sound good." When things like that got mushed, bad things happened. "That's crazy. How did all of this happen?"
"I dunno, really. I think I tried to change too many things, told too many people what was going on. Too many things went down differently." She shook her head. "We were friends... and you were actually happy. You had a girlfriend and everything."
"I had a girlfriend?" He'd laugh if it weren't so sad. "I've never even been kissed. By the way, you never told me your name. I guess I don't know it in this universe."
"I'm Ami." She whispered, chuckling in an embarrassed voice. "Between us... it's short for Amidala."
"Amidala is actually a really pretty name," Andrew said. He would be one to think that, though. He is king of the dorks, after all.
"Thanks. My mom was, well... a big Star Wars geek. She was one of your best friends, actually." This was getting confusing already, which is what she was trying to avoid.
"Then we probably were friends, if she was a big Star Wars geek. Was she my girlfriend?" Something occurred to him. "Am I your father? Oh god?"
"Ohmygod... Gwen? No... no no no... No offense, but you couldn't have handled Gwen. No, she was your best friend, pretty much. Your girlfriend was a girl named Cassie. Cute, blond, shy, smart as a whip." She sighed again. "And first of all.. please keep all this between us. I don't wanna make the same mistakes twice. Also? Most people would have me locked up for talking like this."
"You really don't know how weird my life is," Andrew said. "Or maybe you do, and that's why you're telling me again." He looked at the ground. "Kind of wish we were in that universe now, since I apparently had a girlfriend and friends and stuff."
She felt terrible now, for having made him feel that way. "Andrew... if it matters? I need you." Her voice sounded pitifully desperate. "You're a good person. And you're smart, and you actually understand me. I have nobody now. I lost the abilities I had before this all changed, and I lost my family. I need you."
"It does matter, actually. No one's ever needed me before." Well, maybe Dawn, but even she was off studying abroad in Europe right now. Not that he'd take that away from her or anything, but he did miss having his friend around.
"I know I'm a tiny bit older than you, but if you don't mind that, I'd love to be friends again..." she said, trying not to sound TOO overly pitiful.
"I think I'd like that, too," he said to her with a slight grin.
"I'm just glad I have someone to talk to about this... someone who understands it." She sighed. "I mean, my other mom and my dad are still together now, but it's like Gwen never existed. And so many other people are either totally different or just... blinked out of existence."
"Who else is different or gone?" He couldn't help it; he had to ask. It was one of those 'damned if you know, damned if you don't' sort of situations, at least to him.
"More than anything... people are different." She explained. "For instance... my remaining mom, and yes I know how that sounds, was just an average, pretty musician. And I was... well, a vampire slayer. As was my other mom. But now she's gone, I'm not a Slayer anymore... and my other mom IS."
Well, that could only mean that her mother was a certain number of girls here in LA, but he didn't ask who she was at the moment. "That is confusing."
"And trust me... once you're more.. up to speed on this, I will give you ANY details you want." She gave a little smile, trying to cheer him up. "And if it helps? It sucks for me, too. I had a boyfriend in my time... and when I came here, I lost him. Now... with everything changed, I don't think he even exists anymore."
He cringed. "I'm sorry to hear about that," he said to her. "Seems that you lost a lot in all of this."
"Yeah... but I'd give the REST of it up if it meant giving back what everyone else lost." She sighed, tangling her fingers in her hair again. She looked not unlike an angel who'd fallen to earth, and had no idea what to do.
"Seems that everyone lost a lot in all of this," Andrew commented. Even he had lost some things, and he didn't even know it!
"Yet some gained things, too." She thought about that. "You know Chloe Van Warren? I think she's in a few of your classes..."
He nodded. "Yeah, I know her. Drummer/Wiccan, right?"
She nodded. "Previously? Drummer only."
"Really? Now that's interesting. Some people did gain from this then."
"Some..." She blinked slightly, as if something was occurring to her. "Can you do me a smal favor?"
"Sure? What do you need?" Andrew asked.
"As weird as this sounds, who is your favorite James Bond?" She asked, a brow rising.
"Timothy Dalton all the way," Andrew told her.
"...I'll be damned." She said quietly, to herself. "Yeah..." she said, smiling a bit brighter now. "I guess some people do gain from it. Even if they didnt realize it at first."
"Am I missing something here?" Andrew asked. He just looked horribly confused for a moment there.
"Trust me when I say that once I figure out the specifics... I swear I'll tell you everything. Some things... are just now coming to ME." The tall blond smiled sweetly. "Just don't get weirded out if I kind of... hang around you a LOT. I don't really have any friends here. The few I had, well.. don't remember me since the time flip."
"Considering I have no friends in LA other than you right now, I really have no problem with you hanging around me a lot," Andrew admitted to her. "I'm not very interesting, though."
"Are you kidding? You like comic books, Star Wars, and other cool things. And me? I was NAMED after a Star Wars character for cripes' sake!" She giggled.
"OK, maybe I'm interesting to you," Andrew said with a slight laugh. "How did you get named after Amidala, anyway? Your mom love the movie, too?"
"GwenMom... well... she loved anything related to Star Wars, and Dad told me that it was the only female name in the movies that didn't guarantee I'd get my butt kicked every day." She smirked, shrugging.
"What else was your mom considering?" Andrew asked.
"Knowing her? Probably Oolah or Mon Mothma. Dork." She laughed, missing Gwen something awful. "It coulda been worse, at least she didn't name me Jar-Jar."
He cringed. "Now that would get you beat up in school. She could have at least went with Boba Fett."
"Not even *I* am cool enough to deserve being named after The Fett." She said with almost adorable reverence.
"Few people are," Andrew said with a sigh. "But, as a time traveler, you just might be."
"Well... if my suspicions are correct... you might be a time traveler in another life yourself..." She mused, eyes widening a bit.
His eyes widened. "I have no clue what you're talking about there."
"You will. I promise." She sighed, looking up to the sky. "I'm gonna be staying with my mom's Watcher for now... he's the only other person I told about this. I can't... I can't ruin my mom's life anymore. She already lost Gwen and doesn't even know it... I can't burden her with this."
"Which Watcher is that?" Andrew asked. He remembered that sort of crap from Sunnydale, but didn't really keep up with it here.
"Wesley Wyndham Pryce." She smiled. "He's a really nice man. He... lost a lot with this thing too."
"I had him for history in high school," Andrew said. A flicker of another memory almost came to mind, but then went away, so he ignored it for now. Something about him dating someone and him and...someone running into him at the Bronze. Who knew? Probably a part of that different life he was once in.
"Ok. Here's what I want you to do." She wrote her name and phone number down on the bag he had his comics in. "Call me tonight. If Wesley answers, just ask for me. We'll figure out where to meet, to just hang out, and maybe see if together we can come up with some real answers."
He nodded, taking the piece of paper and putting it in his pocket. "Can we meet at your place? Mine's no good, because I have a roommate right now who's pretty much a muggle and a half."
"That shouldn't be a problem. I'll have to ask Wesley, of course, but I don't see him minding." She was really very sweet, like someone from a nicer, more polite era.
He nodded. "I'm sure he won't mind, but better to know than to impose I suppose," he said. "Wow, that actually kind of rhymed."
She nodded, her lithe figure rising and giving a cute curtsy. "Talk to you later?"
He nodded. "Definitely talk to you later."