archer (wells) wrote in solitarycomm, @ 2012-11-19 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew wells (wells), anna milton (a_fallen_star), severus snape (the_hbp) |
WHO: Anna Milton (a-fallen-star), Severus Snape, & Jonathan Levinson (in for Andrew Wells)
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: Central Park, by the wish fountain
WHAT: Jonathan doesn't belong here and he needs to be told things.
WARNINGS: Naaaah
One wish was all it took. One wish that was always on his mind, one that always weighed upon his heart. One that would change everything and change it for the better: I wish I had never killed Jonathan.
Everything would be better. The world, every world, would be better with Jonathan in it.
So Andrew tossed a coin, a special one he'd found in Rome on his first week there. It was lucky and had been on his person ever since he found it. Now it was going to his wish, his wish that he hoped would come true...
~*~
The last thing Jonathan remembered, once prompted to think about it by one of the people on this phone's messaging system, was he and Andrew uncovering the Seal of Danzalthar, realising its power, and going to tell Buffy and her gang about the danger and win their way back into being... well, not bad guys any more. Jonathan was tired of living on the run and he wanted to make things right. He wanted to fix all the bad things he'd done and this was something big he could contribute to, something he could help with! All those bad dreams he and Andrew had been having, maybe Buffy had been having them too?
Unfortunately, they'd only just began to leave the basement of the new high school in Sunnydale when he turned a corner and was suddenly outside, in the cold, and by a fountain. It was a pretty fountain, all ideal and picturesque looking, but it wasn't where he should be. Not even close. And to be honest? That fact terrified him.
Jonathan had tried calling out to Andrew, hoping that his friend was nearby, but to no avail. There was no one else around, so he'd resorted to the phone. Which wasn't his, but was in his pocket. He didn't steal it, but it was there and it was all he had.
Anna, as she called herself, said she knew him. She knew his name and she said he should sit down. Jonathan sat down. With someone else saying they knew about Sunnydale as well, his knees felt shaky and sitting was good. He was in New York, and apparently Anna was going to be arriving in a few seconds. Sitting was good.
This Anna must've been close. Probably out for a late night walk in the cold or something. Probably passed by the fountain a short while ago, which would explain why she would warn him to not be scared or something by her arriving so soon—
And then she was there. In a second. A split second. A woman with fiery red hair with a taller man with long black hair. Just there! In an instant! Teleported! Poof!
"Holy cats!" Jonathan chimed, nearly falling off the bench in his surprise.
Quickly setting a hand over his heart and breathing deep—once, twice—he drew in a third deep one and shakily asked, "Anna?"