cassie 🐎 animorphs (![]() ![]() @ 2013-04-30 19:21:00 |
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Cassie hadn't seen Jake for years prior to his being brought to this alternate world. She had been the only one of their group left after Rachel's death, then the others leaving to help Ax. Her life had halted for a short period after they left as she was wracked with guilt; Jake might have told her that her place was on Earth and she knew that she agreed, but all she could think about was how she should have been there to help. She should have fought alongside her friends. Maybe if she had been there, they would have returned. Even now, Cassie didn't know what might have happened. One of the first things that she did after turning on her computer once she arrived was see if there had been anything more to their story that maybe she didn't know about. The series here had ended with a lot of unanswered questions, even though Cassie had continued to live. It didn't tell her the one thing she wanted to know, though: did her friends continue to live as well? Having Rachel back had been an amazing blessing, one that Cassie hadn't allowed herself to hope for as other people began to have friends and family turn up that had been taken from them. Having Jake back, though? Well. Even now, as she stared out the window with Milo in her lap, she didn't know if it had been a blessing or a curse. Their relationship back home had been complicated, at best. At first it had been so simple. She had a crush on him, assuming that he would never return the favor. She nursed that crush through the normal teenage times, then the not so normal teenage times. It only grew stronger as she spent more time with him, watched him lead, become a man. And then she found out that it wasn't as one-sided as she might have assumed. But it never grew like she had hoped. They never had the chance to let it. The war had been what it was. They had made choices that drove them apart. She had tried to move on. She always thought about Jake. Having him back in her life didn't leave her automatically assuming that somehow they would have a second chance at their relationship. After all, if it didn't work out for them back home, what were the chances of it working out here? They were still the same people, even if their circumstances might have changed slightly. But Cassie had hoped that maybe they could talk about things. Hash things out. Perhaps have a second chance at a friendship. They might not have left things torn between the two of them back home, but she felt like there was a lot of unfinished business. But now he was gone and he might never come back. Sitting up, Cassie breathed a long sigh as Milo looked up at her, his tail wagging slightly. It was probably selfish of her to be dwelling as she was. She might have lost a friend, but it was Rachel that had lost family -- even if Cassie did think of her group of morphing teenagers to be as much of her family as her parents were. With that thought on her mind and a mental reminder to check in on Rachel, she jumped to her feet and strode toward her bedroom. She nearly tripped over Milo, who was excited at the prospect of playtime or going for a walk. Not this time, though. This time, Cassie needed to spend some time by herself. Pulling out the purple leotard that she had bought soon after arriving in New York, she just had to decide -- owl or seagull? Owl. Definitely owl. |