Midsummer Nights Dream
Title: Midsummers Night's Dream
Author: scottiegilles
Rating: ???
Word Count: 1509
Artist: scottiegilles
Disclaimer: no copyright infringement i don't own any of the characters they belong to As the world turns and CBS and story originally Shakespeare.
Beta: Ashavan Doyon huge thanks goes out to him!!!
Summary: The story of Midsummers Night's dream based in Oakdale.
Hermia: Noah Mayer
Lysander: Reid Oliver
Helena: Luke Snyder
Demtius: Casey Hughes
Puck: Ethan Snyder
Oberon: Holden Snyder
Titania: Lily Snyder
Theseus: John Dickson
Hippolitta: Lucinda Walsh
Midsummernight's Dream
The boy looks to be five, sitting in a tree near the edge of Snyder pond, his legs swinging freely. “I have two life lessons for you,” he says, “two gold nuggets from the bank of the Puck, or in your world, that is the mortal world, you can call me Ethan Snyder and think of me as your narrator for this sorry, hilarious tale. Nugget One: Never leave home with out your love juice.” As you look up at his words you can see him pull a small stoppered bottle from behind his ear. “Nugget Two: Things aren't always exactly as they appear to be. Eyes are the window to the soul; now and again we all need a good window cleaner. Now hold still, or I'll have your eye out...”
The boy, this Ethan, this Puck, pulls out the stopper from the bottle and lets one drop of pure crystal liquid, all glittering and perfect, fall into each of your eyes. The world feels cleaner and clearer and the singing of the birds louder and more beautiful than ever. Where before you heard distant mutterings across the pond, now you can hear a man and a woman arguing from the other side of the pond. You see them, two people, but their voices sound right in your ears so loud, so perfectly clear.
“All I know is that this is not my fault!” says the man.
“Oh, you're blaming me, 'cause you're angry! Is that it?” the woman retorts.
“I'm. Not. Angry!” responds the man, biting off each word.
Ethan is next to you. His appearance is sudden, unexpected, and he speaks excitedly. “Oberon and Titania,” he says, “or Holden and Lily in your world--to me mum and dad. King and Queen of the fairies, they are. Dance, Ritual, Magic, Ancient, Danger good old cosmic harmony going on...”
“You are!” Lily continues, her words just short of screams.
“Well, I am now! 'Cause you accuse me of being angry when I'm Not!”
“So it's my fault?!” Lily shouts, her voice escalating.
“We only have four days to save the marriage,” says Holden, “and only me and the Puck to do it!”
“And me?” says the woman, as much a question as a statement.
“Yes,” says Holden, “yes, because you are such a great help.”
“Fine! If I'm no use, do it yourself!” says Lily, stalking off into the woods.
“I didn't mean it that way!” says Holden, his gaze fixed upon her.
“Pity. I did!” And Lily, she kept walking.
“I told you things would look a bit different, didn't I?” Ethan says to you, inexplicably from your other side. “Take me. I look about 5 years old, and you'll never guess how old I really am.” His eyebrows wink at you, daring you to guess as he continues. “This is the our gig: We help couples. Take love lives and put them back on the right track. There are hundreds of us all over the place waiting for you to mess up, have to be, 'cause believe me, you always mess up. Our little band handles a small town called Oakdale. But really we need an army, 'cause this lot are useless!"
"We live at Snyder pond. Lucinda Walsh and John Dixon, they live in the house you see over there,” and Ethan points to the house. You see a a car there out in front, and a blonde boy and a black haired boy climb out of it. “The blonde is called Luke,” Ethan says, “the other Noah. They've been best friends forever. Noah is announcing his engagement to his boyfriend Casey this weekend.” He smiles with a gleam in his eye that seems somehow odd, too worldly for a five year old.
The black haired boy checks his phone looking worried.
“Casey will be driving. He won't be able to check his phone,” says Luke.
“Yeah,” says Noah, “yeah that will be it.” He looks up and then away from Luke.
Your senses spin and you are... elsewhere. “Here's another member of this tale,” Ethan says. “This is Reid. Noah is secretly in love with him, and he's going to fudge up the engagement plans royally. Noah tells his family he doesn't love Casey, he loves Reid! Confused yet?! Don't worry, it gets worse, a whole lot worse!” Ethan smiles his cheeky five year old smile at you. “Let's take another look at the house, shall we...”
You are standing in the kitchen watching John as he practices a speech for the engagement. “Don't worry,” says Ethan, “no one can see us, so just sit back, relax, and watch...”
John is still practices his speech. “Noah and Casey have known each other since Noah moved here, all those years ago,” he says. “I don't know about you, but it already feels like a life time to me. I'd like to welcome you all to this very special occasion.”
Ethan whispers, annoyingly on your other side, again. “okay, here's the deal. Noah moved here five years ago with no family. He met Luke and they quickly became close friends. Luke's grandparents, they treat Noah like a son and Noah, well, he treats them like his parents. He met Casey and as they say the rest is history.” As Ethan finishes, Noah enters though the kitchen door.
“John?” asks Noah. “Is this not a good time?”
“No, it's fine,” says John. He can tell something is wrong. “What's the problem?”
“Well... umm. I don't know how to put this...”
Ethan walks behind Noah and John stares at Ethan who has appeared from no where.
“Are you ok?” Noah asks looking around, but Ethan disappears before Noah sees him.
“Yes, of course I am. It's just the occasion getting to me. I want everything to be just right for you and Casey.”
“Uumm... when you married Lucinda. Did you know? In your heart, did you know?”
Ethan sneaks around the room to stand by the fridge, catching John's gaze and disappearing again before Noah can see him.
Noah follows John's gaze and looks at the fridge “What? John?”
“Sorry,” says John, trying to blink away the sight of the little boy, “you were saying something about Lucinda?”
“I know this is a bit late, but well I sometimes look at Casey and I think that...”
Ethan sits on the counter by the microwave, appearing and disappearing before John's eyes.
“John are you even listening?” asks Noah.
The older man sighs and rubs his eyes. “Sorry, just feeling a little bit tense. maybe later, ok?”
“Yeah, sure.” Noah smiles a sad smile and goes off in search of Luke.
“Get a grip, get a grip,” mutters John to himself.
A couple of hours later at the party on the lawn Lucinda taps her glass for everyone to be quiet. “Thank you everybody for coming,” she says. “My husband would like to share a few words.”
“A few?!” calls out Tom Hughes, one of the guests, “that would be a first!”
“Well, thank you all. Our Noah and this fine young fellow Casey Hughes have known each other quite a while now, ever since Noah moved here all those years ago. I don't know about you, but it already feels like a lifetime. I'd like to welcome you all to this very special occasion. Watching these two grow and flourish over the last five years... and Luke also... you and Noah, you've become like sons to us, and I, that is we, want you to know that we hope to welcome Casey into our family. If I could choose a man to marry Noah, I can think of no one better the one he has chosen, Casey Hughes.”
Everyone applauds in a little polite patter, some of it loud and even a bit rowdy, but all well meant and earnest. Luke looks at Casey mournfully, wishing he could take Noah's place.
“Stop!” the voice is loud and serious. “Stop! Don't do this.” The man Ethan showed you earlier in the wood, Reid, walks up the slope toward the gathering.
“Who the hell is he?” asks John, looking around expectantly for an answer.
“Don't! Stop this now, please.” Reid stops as he gets close, looking directly into Noah's eyes. “Don't do this... I love you!”