WHO: Alex Millar and Hal Yorke. WHAT: Wishes! WHEN: Backdated to yesterday. WHERE: Hal's place. RATING: TBD. (But Alex is her normal swearing self at the very least!) STATUS: In Progress.
When the floating, glowing orb had first appeared to Alex, she had freaked out. Tried to rentaghost away, and it had followed her. Very persistently. She had heard of the Christmas Bauble wishes, of course, but it was March. Definitely not Christmas. Maybe the Apocalypse had changed everything, maybe the Seal being so unstable had made the bauble turn evil, maybe maybe maybe. All the questions racing around her head. Because it was taunting, to have the potential for everything she wanted so close while still having the fear that it could go so wrong. What if it was worded wrongly, and she ended up without her memories, weirdly immortal or a corpse of some icky and gross kind?
And then there was her other fear. Her Hal shaped fear.
God help her, she still loved him. Oh, she hadn't forgiven him, not by a long shot, the betrayals he had committed even before the Lord Harry debacle still hurt her deeply. But she wanted to work things out, somehow. It would take time and effort and all that mature shit she'd never been all that skilled with, but she wanted to try.
But she couldn't trust him. Not yet. Couldn't trust that he would go through with the wish to be human with her. Maybe he would chicken out, maybe Lord Harry would still be there, deep down, and stop him finally doing it. But Alex knew what would happen, if she became human and he stayed a vampire. He would push her away, for her 'own good', and any hope of working things out between them would be gone forever.
Fucking complications.
For a while she simply stood there, in the woods, floating the little orb above her hand. Being a ghost was horrible and lonely and scary, and other crap things besides, but it also came with powers. Telekinesis, teleportation. Could she really let go of that? Be normal again? What if the shit really hit the fan again and she was just a tiny mortal girl?
Urgh. Too many thoughts.
Nope, ultimately, Alex Millar was going to be selfish. She had been dead for two years. Two years without being able to be touched or seen, trapped in a limbo of being incorporeal, watching the world without being part of it. She hadn't deserved to die like that, in some fucked up basement, drained of her blood. She deserved to live again, to be able to eat and drink and shag. And Hal was talking like he would actually go through with it, be human with her, and really wouldn't that be the best shot they had at working things out?
She didn't go to his right away. No, she did still need a few minutes to compose herself before she took the orb in her hand and rentaghosted to his house, to the living room. Time to deal with things. Appearing in the center of the room, she looked around to see where her sort of boyfriend was.