"Crossing A Line: Pt. 2" By Liayso, PG
Title: Crossing a Line: Part 2
Characters: Michael, Mama Scofield, Sara
Rating: G
Summary: While Michael sleeps...
Author's Notes: I decided to expand this. The first part can be found here.
Michael stood before an empty playground.
He wasn’t sure how he got there, but he didn’t much care and took a step forward. His feet sunk into the sand of the sandbox as he trekked on over to the swings. This was the same playground his mother used to take him back when he was little. Back when she was still alive.
The chains of the swings jingled and jangled in the warm breeze that was blowing throughout the playground. Michael took a hold of one of the metal strings of one swing with his hand. She would take him here and she would place him in this very swing, pushing him with the soft gentle touch of a loving mother. With a sigh, Michael sat himself in the swing and dug his heels into the sand.
“Takes you back to your childhood, doesn’t it, Michael?”
Michael looked to the swing beside him and blinked.
“Mom?”
In the swing next to him was a petite woman dressed in a white cotton dress with dark hair and the same bright piercing eyes of her son next to her. She smiled sweetly at him.
“Hello Michael.”
Michael’s mouth was left agape. He stuttered with his words. “Mom? I-I don’t understand. How...?”
“You’re dreaming, Sweetie.”
“How can I be dreaming if I know that I’m dreaming?”
His mother smiled at him. “You’re thinking too much,” she said with a chuckle.
Michael stared at his mother for a few seconds, but then smiled back and laughed with her. “I’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
“Yes, you have,” she pushed off with her feet to begin swinging, “you also have been getting yourself into a lot of trouble as well.”
Michael looked down, his cheeks flushing a little bit. “I’m sorry, Mom.”
His mother planted her feet into the ground to stop swinging. She placed a hand on her son’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Michael. I know why you’re doing what you’re doing.” Michael looked up at her smiling face and nodded at her. Her smile grew and she took her hand from his shoulder and turned to stare straight ahead. “I’m just glad that you have someone that’s looking out for you.”
Michael’s brows furrowed in curiosity at who she meant with that line. He followed her line of sight and it led him to a little auburn haired girl playing in the sandbox.
“She’s such a dear soul,” his mother said with a warm smile.
Michael blinked. “Is that, is that Sara?”
His mother nodded. A little kid ran past little Sara, but he tripped and fell, skinning his knee in the process. Little Sara quickly got up and knelt down beside the boy. She helped him up and walked him over to the drinking fountain to get some water to wash his boo-boo clean.
Michael’s mother smiled at the scene. “She’s been looking out for others ever since she was a kid. She might have lost her way growing up, but it has been and always will be in her heart to help others.” She turned to Michael. “Much like how it is in your heart, Michael.”
Michael couldn’t take his eyes off the little girl in front of his eyes. He couldn’t stop smiling at her either.
“Right now, while you are sleeping, she’s watching over you, making sure that you are all right. She’s given so much to you, Michael,” his mother began, “and in return, you’ve given her so little.”
Michael finally tore his eyes away from Sara to face his mother. “I can’t afford to.”
His mother looked down at the sand beneath her feet. “But you see, Michael, somewhere along line, you crossed it, getting her involved in this more than she needed to be. She’s going to ask questions. You have to give her some answers. You owe it to her after all that she’s done for you.”
Michael looked away from his mother. “I can’t.”
His mother let out a soft sigh and stood up from the swing she sat in. She walked on over, behind Michael and gave him a slight push.
“You can.”
“No.”
His mother frowned at him. “Were you always this stubborn? I’m going to have to talk to Lincoln about how he raised you.” Michael chuckled at that.
“Seriously, Michael, you have to tell her something, anything. It will be better that way.”
“I’m sorry Mom.”
His mother let out a frustrated sigh as she kept pushing him in the swing. “All I’m asking of you is to listen to your heart, okay? Will you at least try to do that for me?”
“Fine, I’ll try.”
“Good,” she said with a smile.
She suddenly grabbed a hold of the chains of the swing and slowed Michael to a stop.
“Now it’s time to wake up.”
Characters: Michael, Mama Scofield, Sara
Rating: G
Summary: While Michael sleeps...
Author's Notes: I decided to expand this. The first part can be found here.
Michael stood before an empty playground.
He wasn’t sure how he got there, but he didn’t much care and took a step forward. His feet sunk into the sand of the sandbox as he trekked on over to the swings. This was the same playground his mother used to take him back when he was little. Back when she was still alive.
The chains of the swings jingled and jangled in the warm breeze that was blowing throughout the playground. Michael took a hold of one of the metal strings of one swing with his hand. She would take him here and she would place him in this very swing, pushing him with the soft gentle touch of a loving mother. With a sigh, Michael sat himself in the swing and dug his heels into the sand.
“Takes you back to your childhood, doesn’t it, Michael?”
Michael looked to the swing beside him and blinked.
“Mom?”
In the swing next to him was a petite woman dressed in a white cotton dress with dark hair and the same bright piercing eyes of her son next to her. She smiled sweetly at him.
“Hello Michael.”
Michael’s mouth was left agape. He stuttered with his words. “Mom? I-I don’t understand. How...?”
“You’re dreaming, Sweetie.”
“How can I be dreaming if I know that I’m dreaming?”
His mother smiled at him. “You’re thinking too much,” she said with a chuckle.
Michael stared at his mother for a few seconds, but then smiled back and laughed with her. “I’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
“Yes, you have,” she pushed off with her feet to begin swinging, “you also have been getting yourself into a lot of trouble as well.”
Michael looked down, his cheeks flushing a little bit. “I’m sorry, Mom.”
His mother planted her feet into the ground to stop swinging. She placed a hand on her son’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Michael. I know why you’re doing what you’re doing.” Michael looked up at her smiling face and nodded at her. Her smile grew and she took her hand from his shoulder and turned to stare straight ahead. “I’m just glad that you have someone that’s looking out for you.”
Michael’s brows furrowed in curiosity at who she meant with that line. He followed her line of sight and it led him to a little auburn haired girl playing in the sandbox.
“She’s such a dear soul,” his mother said with a warm smile.
Michael blinked. “Is that, is that Sara?”
His mother nodded. A little kid ran past little Sara, but he tripped and fell, skinning his knee in the process. Little Sara quickly got up and knelt down beside the boy. She helped him up and walked him over to the drinking fountain to get some water to wash his boo-boo clean.
Michael’s mother smiled at the scene. “She’s been looking out for others ever since she was a kid. She might have lost her way growing up, but it has been and always will be in her heart to help others.” She turned to Michael. “Much like how it is in your heart, Michael.”
Michael couldn’t take his eyes off the little girl in front of his eyes. He couldn’t stop smiling at her either.
“Right now, while you are sleeping, she’s watching over you, making sure that you are all right. She’s given so much to you, Michael,” his mother began, “and in return, you’ve given her so little.”
Michael finally tore his eyes away from Sara to face his mother. “I can’t afford to.”
His mother looked down at the sand beneath her feet. “But you see, Michael, somewhere along line, you crossed it, getting her involved in this more than she needed to be. She’s going to ask questions. You have to give her some answers. You owe it to her after all that she’s done for you.”
Michael looked away from his mother. “I can’t.”
His mother let out a soft sigh and stood up from the swing she sat in. She walked on over, behind Michael and gave him a slight push.
“You can.”
“No.”
His mother frowned at him. “Were you always this stubborn? I’m going to have to talk to Lincoln about how he raised you.” Michael chuckled at that.
“Seriously, Michael, you have to tell her something, anything. It will be better that way.”
“I’m sorry Mom.”
His mother let out a frustrated sigh as she kept pushing him in the swing. “All I’m asking of you is to listen to your heart, okay? Will you at least try to do that for me?”
“Fine, I’ll try.”
“Good,” she said with a smile.
She suddenly grabbed a hold of the chains of the swing and slowed Michael to a stop.
“Now it’s time to wake up.”