Fic: Hearts Eternal (Lita/?, 3/?, PG)
Title: Hearts Eternal
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: Nope, I'm basking in the glory of A/U
Rating: PG (to start, might go up)
Characters/Pairing: Lita/?, Melina/?, Trish/?, Velvet/?; many others appearing and/or mentioned
Summary: You can try but you just can't escape fate.
Notes: A reply to my own Past Lives challenge and that's really all I have to say for now.
Previously: Memories
By some small miracle, and a great assistance from one of her fellow students, Amy made it back to the dormitory before the evening meal. Although she hardly had time to change, at least she wouldn’t go hungry. First things first, she finds a safe spot to keep the journal in, and then goes to the community washroom on the floor to wash her hands. Quietly and quickly, she makes her way through the hallways and stairwells, slipping into the dining hall with the rest of the students.
“You’re Amy, right?” An accented voice speaks near to her, “I’m Jamie Stratus… Trish’s cousin.”
“Hi,” Amy replied, recognizing the blonde woman as the same individual who assisted her earlier. “I thought you looked familiar.”
Jamie smiled, “Trish called me and asked if I could keep an eye out for you. I was away on holiday and have only just returned to the university.”
Amy smiled politely, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but…”
“I’m from Canada, like Trish, but my parents sent me off to boarding school and I’ve been in Europe ever since.”
“I see… and how long have you been in Vienna?”
Jamie waited until they were seated, “this is my final year here and then I’m not sure where I’m going.”
Amy opened her iced tea first, “and what are you majoring in?”
“Communications and Mass Media,” Jamie replied after a moment, “and you’re in something similar, right? Or at least, that’s what Trish told me.”
“I’m in the same program, with a minor in Linguistics,” Amy said, and then began to pick away at her salad. “I’m actually majoring in Journalism and Communications, but there wasn’t a Journalism program here.”
Jamie nodded shortly, “how did you meet Trish? She never told me.”
Amy smiled wryly, “I met her at summer camp when we were in elementary school. We actually couldn’t stand each other until we ended up at the same high school.” Shrugging, the redhead continued, “and then something changed… we became best friends.”
The blonde rolled her eyes, “that would figure… me and Trish fought so much when we were younger, but then just overnight or something, we became friends.” Jamie reached up to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ears, “I think it’s because Trish finally realized that the world doesn’t revolve around her.”
Amy couldn’t help but laugh, “but of course we won’t tell her that, right?”
Jamie grinned, “exactly.” And then she held up her soda, “you know something Amy, I think we’re going to get along, just fine.”
Lifting her iced tea, Amy toasted with Jamie, the two continuing to trade stories as they ate.
Later that night…
After she had brushed her teeth and changed into her pajamas, Amy retrieved the journal from her desk, settling on top of the covers on her bed to begin reading. Unfortunately, the journal was written in French and even though she was minoring in Linguistics, French was most definitely not her strong point. Still, as she began to read, the words on the page made perfect sense.
18th November of 1835, London
Father and mother have insisted that I return to London with my dearest Anabel and it is to be quite the season from what my beloved cousin tells me. London is unlike Vienna, in many ways, and even further from our home in France… it is my greatest hope that we shall return to France someday, I do miss it so.
Anabel and I shall journey later this week to the dressmakers, as I am told that I simply must have the latest in fashions. I do not understand why this is such a necessity but I suppose it is the least that I can do as a favor to my Anabel.… I simply do not have the heart to tell my beloved cousin that I do not wish to partake in such activity.
Later this day, we have been invited to take tea with Colonel McIntyre whom has also relocated to London for the season. I can only wonder (and hope! I daresay) if his handsome nephew, Martin has also traveled. Anabel would not cease about how Martin paid little attention to anyone else that night at the ball. But I do think she was exaggerating for my sake… I would not hold Martin to such a task to begin with when I myself was obligated to entertain all offers that evening.
Well now, I do hear Anabel beckoning so I suppose I must depart.
Amy closed the journal, yawning deeply as she did so. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the endless shopping trips that Trish liked to drag her on. But, that one’s name was Anabel… not Trish or even Patricia. And to the best of her memory, Amy wasn’t acquainted with anyone by the first name of Martin or the last name of McIntyre. Still, she couldn’t deny the slight twinge of recognition she felt when she started reading; Amy hoping that it was the beginning of something substantial.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: Nope, I'm basking in the glory of A/U
Rating: PG (to start, might go up)
Characters/Pairing: Lita/?, Melina/?, Trish/?, Velvet/?; many others appearing and/or mentioned
Summary: You can try but you just can't escape fate.
Notes: A reply to my own Past Lives challenge and that's really all I have to say for now.
Previously: Memories
By some small miracle, and a great assistance from one of her fellow students, Amy made it back to the dormitory before the evening meal. Although she hardly had time to change, at least she wouldn’t go hungry. First things first, she finds a safe spot to keep the journal in, and then goes to the community washroom on the floor to wash her hands. Quietly and quickly, she makes her way through the hallways and stairwells, slipping into the dining hall with the rest of the students.
“You’re Amy, right?” An accented voice speaks near to her, “I’m Jamie Stratus… Trish’s cousin.”
“Hi,” Amy replied, recognizing the blonde woman as the same individual who assisted her earlier. “I thought you looked familiar.”
Jamie smiled, “Trish called me and asked if I could keep an eye out for you. I was away on holiday and have only just returned to the university.”
Amy smiled politely, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but…”
“I’m from Canada, like Trish, but my parents sent me off to boarding school and I’ve been in Europe ever since.”
“I see… and how long have you been in Vienna?”
Jamie waited until they were seated, “this is my final year here and then I’m not sure where I’m going.”
Amy opened her iced tea first, “and what are you majoring in?”
“Communications and Mass Media,” Jamie replied after a moment, “and you’re in something similar, right? Or at least, that’s what Trish told me.”
“I’m in the same program, with a minor in Linguistics,” Amy said, and then began to pick away at her salad. “I’m actually majoring in Journalism and Communications, but there wasn’t a Journalism program here.”
Jamie nodded shortly, “how did you meet Trish? She never told me.”
Amy smiled wryly, “I met her at summer camp when we were in elementary school. We actually couldn’t stand each other until we ended up at the same high school.” Shrugging, the redhead continued, “and then something changed… we became best friends.”
The blonde rolled her eyes, “that would figure… me and Trish fought so much when we were younger, but then just overnight or something, we became friends.” Jamie reached up to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ears, “I think it’s because Trish finally realized that the world doesn’t revolve around her.”
Amy couldn’t help but laugh, “but of course we won’t tell her that, right?”
Jamie grinned, “exactly.” And then she held up her soda, “you know something Amy, I think we’re going to get along, just fine.”
Lifting her iced tea, Amy toasted with Jamie, the two continuing to trade stories as they ate.
Later that night…
After she had brushed her teeth and changed into her pajamas, Amy retrieved the journal from her desk, settling on top of the covers on her bed to begin reading. Unfortunately, the journal was written in French and even though she was minoring in Linguistics, French was most definitely not her strong point. Still, as she began to read, the words on the page made perfect sense.
18th November of 1835, London
Father and mother have insisted that I return to London with my dearest Anabel and it is to be quite the season from what my beloved cousin tells me. London is unlike Vienna, in many ways, and even further from our home in France… it is my greatest hope that we shall return to France someday, I do miss it so.
Anabel and I shall journey later this week to the dressmakers, as I am told that I simply must have the latest in fashions. I do not understand why this is such a necessity but I suppose it is the least that I can do as a favor to my Anabel.… I simply do not have the heart to tell my beloved cousin that I do not wish to partake in such activity.
Later this day, we have been invited to take tea with Colonel McIntyre whom has also relocated to London for the season. I can only wonder (and hope! I daresay) if his handsome nephew, Martin has also traveled. Anabel would not cease about how Martin paid little attention to anyone else that night at the ball. But I do think she was exaggerating for my sake… I would not hold Martin to such a task to begin with when I myself was obligated to entertain all offers that evening.
Well now, I do hear Anabel beckoning so I suppose I must depart.
Amy closed the journal, yawning deeply as she did so. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the endless shopping trips that Trish liked to drag her on. But, that one’s name was Anabel… not Trish or even Patricia. And to the best of her memory, Amy wasn’t acquainted with anyone by the first name of Martin or the last name of McIntyre. Still, she couldn’t deny the slight twinge of recognition she felt when she started reading; Amy hoping that it was the beginning of something substantial.