portal: part one
a long time ago, mary, myself, and inell were having ourselves a little marysue-fest. we were each writing one of the others into a fic with their favorite harry potter characters. unfortunately, it never really got off the ground. so, i told mary (oooh, about two years later) that i would write a fic featuring herself and her favorite potterboys. unfortunately, her potterboys are mischievous little fuckers, and they rather took over. so instead of the two-page boinkfest i'd intended to write, they went and turned it into an actual *story*. gleh. the buggers. anyways, i've been putting it off long enough. now that i've finally gotten it into a bit of a rhythm, i suppose i'll start posting it a piece at a time for her. beware. there will be much swearing and some definite sex (eventually). now for the story.
Portal
part one
The phone was ringing in the other room. She could hear it, of course. She just didn’t want to answer it. She’d had a shitty week, and she just didn’t feel like answering the damn phone. If she did, she’d have to keep up the pretense of being happy and fun and…well, screw it. She just didn’t have it in her right now. Whoever it was, they’d hear the sigh in her voice, they’d ask what was wrong, she’d tell them, they’d be sympathetic, and nothing would change. She’d still feel like shit.
Finally, it stopped ringing. Relief. Very brief relief. It was ringing again. Dammit.
Sighing, she got up from the computer and walked into the other room, where she’d left her cell phone. She debated with herself over whether she should answer the phone, or just turn it to vibrate. She glanced at the screen to see who it was. Unfortunately, the name she read belonged to a particularly persistent friend of hers. If she didn’t answer now, she’d have thirteen thousand voicemails by the end of the night. So she answered.
“Hey, Booth,” she sighed.
“Heya,” was the reply. “Shitty week?”
“Yeah.” She groaned inwardly, playing the inevitable conversation through her mind. She grimaced and prepared herself for the concerned questions and sympathetic replies.
“Well, get the fuck over it and go answer your door.”
Mary’s mouth dropped open, but nothing came out.
“Aw, come on. Don’t be so shocked. I don’t have to be sympathetic, because I went and did you one better.”
“Oh, yeah?” Mary grumbled. “How’d you do that?”
“Wait, what’re you wearing?
“What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“MARY! What are you wearing?”
“Jeans and a t-shirt. Why?”
“Good. I got you a prezzie.”
“A prezzie? What’s that got to do with what I’m wearing? And how is that supposed to help?”
“You’ll see. Now, go answer your door, like I told you. She’s waiting.”
“She? The present you sent me, which is supposed to make me ‘feel better’ is a she? I don’t know how many times I’ve told you, Bethany, I like the penis.”
There were giggles on the other end of the line. “It’s not a stripper. Just go answer the door. And have fun, dammit. I’ll catch up with you later,” followed by a click. She’d hung up.
Mary scowled, shut her phone, and rubbed at her eyes angrily. She walked back into her room and glared down at her computer. Shaking her head, she saved her work and shut it off. Whatever Bethany had planned, it couldn’t be good. Unfortunately, it also could not be avoided. Preparing herself for the worst, she gathered her courage and made her way to the front door.
She was mildly surprised at what she found there.
“Uhm…hello?” Mary said.
The girl standing there turned around. She was kinda short, maybe 5’5”, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and she had lavender-colored hair. Not purple. Lavender. Like a little old lady or something. Huh. She was smoking…something. Whatever it was, it didn’t smell like a normal cigarette. It smelled fruity, kinda nice, actually. She took a step forward and held out her hand.
“Hey. You Mary?” she asked.
Mary nodded at her, and the girl blinked huge lavender eyes. She seemed normal enough…but there was something weird about her. It wasn’t the hair…she knew plenty of people who dyed their hair. And it wasn’t the eyes, either. Sure, they were a little odd, but she knew that people sometimes had eyes like that. Something was off, but for the life of her, she just couldn’t figure out what it was.
“So…can I come in?”
Mary snapped back to reality. “Oh! Uh…yeah. But the smoke has to stay outside.”
The girl smirked, then took a small leather pouch out of her back pocket. She carefully stubbed the cigarette out on the cement, pinched the ends together, and then rolled it up in a piece of leather. This, she put inside the pouch, and then she shoved the pouch back into her pocket. Weird. The girl raised her eyebrows at Mary, then stepped inside and shut the door behind.
“Alright,” she said. “So, you ready to go?”
“Huh?” Mary asked. “But you just got here. And where are we going anyway?”
“Well, usually, you’d have your choice of destinations. But right now, I’m on your friend’s dime, so I’m taking you wherever she tells me to take you.”
“And where’s that?”
“Can’t say. Sorry.” The girl had turned back to the door, and she’d pressed one of her hands against the door, the palm resting just over the doorknob.
“Why not? You don’t know where we’re going?”
“Of course I know where we’re going. I just can’t tell you. She was very specific about that.”
“So this is, like, some sort of surprise or something?”
“Nah, she just doesn’t think you’ll believe me if I tell you. Now, are you ready to go or not?”
Mary stared at the back of the girl’s head. Bethany didn’t think she’d believe her? What the hell did that mean? Groaning inwardly, she yanked her bag off of the chair next to the door and shoved her cell phone inside. “Yeah, alright. But I can’t be gone for too long. I’ve got things to do, you know. And one other thing-“
The girl sighed and turned to stare at her. “What?”
“What’s your name?”
The girl smiled and shook her head, then abruptly opened the door. Mary flinched at the bright light streaming in through the door. Which was odd, since it was nearly eleven o’clock at night. She blinked a few times and stepped forward. Leaning out through the doorway, she looked around. Instead of seeing the walkway, the yard, her driveway, and the street, she was seeing…something else entirely. A cobblestone path?
“What the hell?”
She heard the girl whisper softly, “Call me Portal,” before she felt a strong push. And suddenly, she was falling.
end part one
Portal
part one
The phone was ringing in the other room. She could hear it, of course. She just didn’t want to answer it. She’d had a shitty week, and she just didn’t feel like answering the damn phone. If she did, she’d have to keep up the pretense of being happy and fun and…well, screw it. She just didn’t have it in her right now. Whoever it was, they’d hear the sigh in her voice, they’d ask what was wrong, she’d tell them, they’d be sympathetic, and nothing would change. She’d still feel like shit.
Finally, it stopped ringing. Relief. Very brief relief. It was ringing again. Dammit.
Sighing, she got up from the computer and walked into the other room, where she’d left her cell phone. She debated with herself over whether she should answer the phone, or just turn it to vibrate. She glanced at the screen to see who it was. Unfortunately, the name she read belonged to a particularly persistent friend of hers. If she didn’t answer now, she’d have thirteen thousand voicemails by the end of the night. So she answered.
“Hey, Booth,” she sighed.
“Heya,” was the reply. “Shitty week?”
“Yeah.” She groaned inwardly, playing the inevitable conversation through her mind. She grimaced and prepared herself for the concerned questions and sympathetic replies.
“Well, get the fuck over it and go answer your door.”
Mary’s mouth dropped open, but nothing came out.
“Aw, come on. Don’t be so shocked. I don’t have to be sympathetic, because I went and did you one better.”
“Oh, yeah?” Mary grumbled. “How’d you do that?”
“Wait, what’re you wearing?
“What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“MARY! What are you wearing?”
“Jeans and a t-shirt. Why?”
“Good. I got you a prezzie.”
“A prezzie? What’s that got to do with what I’m wearing? And how is that supposed to help?”
“You’ll see. Now, go answer your door, like I told you. She’s waiting.”
“She? The present you sent me, which is supposed to make me ‘feel better’ is a she? I don’t know how many times I’ve told you, Bethany, I like the penis.”
There were giggles on the other end of the line. “It’s not a stripper. Just go answer the door. And have fun, dammit. I’ll catch up with you later,” followed by a click. She’d hung up.
Mary scowled, shut her phone, and rubbed at her eyes angrily. She walked back into her room and glared down at her computer. Shaking her head, she saved her work and shut it off. Whatever Bethany had planned, it couldn’t be good. Unfortunately, it also could not be avoided. Preparing herself for the worst, she gathered her courage and made her way to the front door.
She was mildly surprised at what she found there.
“Uhm…hello?” Mary said.
The girl standing there turned around. She was kinda short, maybe 5’5”, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and she had lavender-colored hair. Not purple. Lavender. Like a little old lady or something. Huh. She was smoking…something. Whatever it was, it didn’t smell like a normal cigarette. It smelled fruity, kinda nice, actually. She took a step forward and held out her hand.
“Hey. You Mary?” she asked.
Mary nodded at her, and the girl blinked huge lavender eyes. She seemed normal enough…but there was something weird about her. It wasn’t the hair…she knew plenty of people who dyed their hair. And it wasn’t the eyes, either. Sure, they were a little odd, but she knew that people sometimes had eyes like that. Something was off, but for the life of her, she just couldn’t figure out what it was.
“So…can I come in?”
Mary snapped back to reality. “Oh! Uh…yeah. But the smoke has to stay outside.”
The girl smirked, then took a small leather pouch out of her back pocket. She carefully stubbed the cigarette out on the cement, pinched the ends together, and then rolled it up in a piece of leather. This, she put inside the pouch, and then she shoved the pouch back into her pocket. Weird. The girl raised her eyebrows at Mary, then stepped inside and shut the door behind.
“Alright,” she said. “So, you ready to go?”
“Huh?” Mary asked. “But you just got here. And where are we going anyway?”
“Well, usually, you’d have your choice of destinations. But right now, I’m on your friend’s dime, so I’m taking you wherever she tells me to take you.”
“And where’s that?”
“Can’t say. Sorry.” The girl had turned back to the door, and she’d pressed one of her hands against the door, the palm resting just over the doorknob.
“Why not? You don’t know where we’re going?”
“Of course I know where we’re going. I just can’t tell you. She was very specific about that.”
“So this is, like, some sort of surprise or something?”
“Nah, she just doesn’t think you’ll believe me if I tell you. Now, are you ready to go or not?”
Mary stared at the back of the girl’s head. Bethany didn’t think she’d believe her? What the hell did that mean? Groaning inwardly, she yanked her bag off of the chair next to the door and shoved her cell phone inside. “Yeah, alright. But I can’t be gone for too long. I’ve got things to do, you know. And one other thing-“
The girl sighed and turned to stare at her. “What?”
“What’s your name?”
The girl smiled and shook her head, then abruptly opened the door. Mary flinched at the bright light streaming in through the door. Which was odd, since it was nearly eleven o’clock at night. She blinked a few times and stepped forward. Leaning out through the doorway, she looked around. Instead of seeing the walkway, the yard, her driveway, and the street, she was seeing…something else entirely. A cobblestone path?
“What the hell?”
She heard the girl whisper softly, “Call me Portal,” before she felt a strong push. And suddenly, she was falling.
end part one