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The Magical Apothecary…18

“Looking for you?” said Joey, taken back.  “You mean you’re my father?”

“Sparrow said that you were asking questions about me.  What do you want?”

“Want?” said Joey.  “What do I WANT?  I want to know who I am, why you abandoned me and who my mother is.”

“What difference does it make?”

Joey laughed, and put the books he was holding on the seat of a chair.  “It makes a difference to me,” he said.

The beautiful fairy sighed and straightened his shimmering coat.  He turned and locked the door behind him. “Anywhere we can sit?”

Once in the kitchen, Joey made Elderberry tea and put some cookies on a plate.

“I’m you father.  I’m a winter fairy, as are you..  Although, I can see a lot of your mother in you, with your fair complexion and hair.  Your eyes, well, they’re more like mine.”

“What’s your name?”

“Teatree Robbin.”

“Okay,” said Joey.  “Thank you.  What was my mother’s name?”

“Bluebell Greenleaf.  She had a bit of summer in her.  We met at a fairy ball.  She shouldn’t have been there, but she snuck in with a fairy friend of hers.  Once a year, Summer and Winter hold a joint ball.  She was the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen.  We danced all night and into the morning.  After that, apparently we made you.  You weren’t part of the plan, of course.   It was only one night.  That’s the way it is with us, at the Fairy Ball.  Summer and Winter don’t mix, in fact we’re considered to be enemies, by some.  It’s just the one night where we come together and…”

“I get it,” said Joey.  “Where is she?”

“I don’t know.  Until Sparrow told me about you, I didn’t know you existed.”

“How do you know you’re my father.”

He smiled.  “I know.”

Joey nodded.  “What do you think about having a son?”

“I don’t think anything about it,” he said, honestly.

“Will fairy accept me?”

“No,” he said.  “I could force them to let you visit, but it would be superficial at best.”

“Because I’m not a full blood?”

“That and because you’re part Summer.  No one would trust you.”

“So we aren’t going to be a happy family, right?”

“No.  We aren’t going to be that.”

“Would it be the same with my mother?”

“She won’t be in fairy, being a half and half.”

“So you think she’s in my world.”

“If she’s alive, I would imagine she would be.”

If she’s alive?”

“She’s mostly human.  Humans have a tendency to die.”

“Is there anything you want to say to me?”

“Like what?” asked his father.

Joey shrugged.  “I don’t know, something like, it’s nice to meet you?”

“You don’t know anything about fairies, do you?” he said, shaking his head.

“No, I don’t.  I just found out that I was one.”

“Sparrow said you were friends as children.”

“We were.”

“So, you’re mother left you with the tree?”


“And you lived in parks and green places, growing up the best you could?”

“Pretty much.”

“Your mother wouldn’t have left you if she could have helped it.  I might have only known her for one night, but I don’t believe she would have done that.  Something must have happened that forced her to abandon you.”

“Do I have any siblings?”

“No.  Not that I know of.”

“What do you do in fairy?”

“Let’s just say that I’m in government.”

“Are you important enough that if anyone found out about me, they would come after me?”


“Wow.  No kidding.”

“No kidding.”

“Should I worry about that?”

“No.  Anyone would be a fool to try and harm you.”

“Okay, so no worries.”

“None at all.”

“Will you look for my mother?”


“I like that you’re straightforward, but I was hoping you could give me something to go on.”

“I can’t.”

“Well then,” said Joey, standing up.  “It was interesting meeting you.  Thanks for coming by.”

His father stood and nodded.  “If you ever need help…”

“I know,” said Joey.  “Don’t call you.”

“I was going to say, press this talisman to your heart. Use it only in the most dire of emergencies.”  He handed Joey a necklace with a strange looking coin on it.  “Put it on and never take it off.  Anyone from fairy, who recognizes it, will be…polite.”

“Thank you,” said Joey, slipping the chain over his head.  “Will I ever see you again?”

“I hope not, but only time will tell.”

“Is there anything I should know about being your son?”

“It’s dangerous and you’re fortunate.”

“Great,” said Joey.  “Thanks for that.”

His father chuckled and shimmered away.



Starting over…18

Lilly was sitting on her bed, pillows against the headboard, Snowflake on her lap, Rex, Cleo and Bitsy toward the bottom of the bed.

“No, you can’t play with the hamster,” she said.  He’s not a toy, he’s a living breathing person.”

“He’s not a person,” said Cleo.  “Not even close.”

“She’s right, you know,” agreed Bitsy.  “A hamster is not a person.”

“I saw Tommy yesterday,” said Lilly.

“Ooooh,” said Cleo, arching her back.  “He was such a pretty one.  I really liked him.  I let him pick me up and…”

“Get over yourself, Cleo,” hissed Bitsy.  “We know you loved him.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” said Cleo.  “He liked me better than he liked you, so you’re still mad about that and besides, you liked the mailperson.”

“I don’t know why she’s like this,” sighed Bitsy.  “Normally, she’s a reasonable cat. I never liked the mailperson and I’m not the jealous type.”

“She had a kitten crush on Tommy and never outgrew it, right, Cleo,” said Lilly.

“No.  Yes.  Maybe a little, but how could I not?  He’s was so adorable.  Those dark eyes, that black hair, those bulging muscles that made me feel that he’d never drop me,” she sighed.  “How does he look now?”

“Still gorgeous, but you can see him yourself, since he’s about to climb through the window.”

“Hey,” he said. “We need to talk.”

“You could have used the front door, you know.” said Lilly.  Cleo was kneading the blanket. hoping to be noticed.

“Is that my fluffy little kitten,” he said, grinning at the cat, who was rolling onto her back.  “Come here,” he said, and she launched herself into his arms, purring loudly.

“Am I the only one who is disgusted by this horrible show of…of…I don’t know what it is, but it’s disgusting,” said Bitsy.

“You’re grossing out Bitsy,” laughed Lilly.

“Aw Bits, don’t be mad at me, you know I love you too,” he crooned, picking her up with his other hand then kissing her neck.

He was holding two purring cats and Rex was sitting in front of him wagging his tail.  He put the cats down and petted the dog.

“The hamster’s good,” chuckled Lilly.

“Why won’t you marry me, Lilly.  You don’t want to be with that weakling, do you?”

“You know that you’re just a normal guy, don’t you.  I know who you are, remember?  Snake?  Really?  You’ll always be Tommy to me.”

“Tommy doesn’t scare anyone Lil, but Snake does.”

“You don’t have to scare people.  You didn’t have to join a gang.”

“I think I did,” he said, shoving her over and laying down next to her.

“That’s silly.”

“It’s not,” he said, watching the cats, settling themselves on his body. “It just seemed right, somehow.”

“Okay, but it’s not a life I would want for myself.”

“I know that,” he sighed.  “But I won’t stop asking.”

“You know I love you.”

“I know,” he said.  “And I love you.”

“We just decided to walk different paths,” she said.

“Don’t you think the paths choose us?” he asked, looking at her.

‘Maybe.  I don’t know.”

“I mean, what if the paths in front of us were different from the very beginning?  What if we never even saw the same paths?”

“That’s a good point.”

“I’ve been think about you a lot, since you brought that James kid to us.  He’s not for you, you know that don’t you?”

“I do.  It was our being dead together that made me think there was more to us than there was.”

“That makes sense.  Could have happened to any two dead people.”

Heather slammed the bedroom door open.  “I thought I heard your voice Tommy.  What are you doing here?”

“I’m talking to Lilly, what does it look like I’m doing.”

“I hate you Lilly.  You get all the good stuff,” she said, and slammed the door closed.

“NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN HEATHER,” he yelled, trying not to laugh.  “Doesn’t she know how awful she is?  I’d be surprised if anyone ever liked her.”

“She not that bad,” said Lilly, petting the hamster’s ears.

“I think she is.”

“Why are you here, Tommy?”

“Wanted to see if you changed your mind and wanted to marry me, and I wanted to ask you more about the upcoming battle.  And before you say no to the first thing, what if I leave the gang and come back?”

“You love your gang.  I’d never ask you to do that.”

“I’m offering.  You never asked me to do anything.”

“The guys would be devastated.”

“I have someone picked out who could take my place.”

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me.”

“I’d do anything for you.  Seeing you again, just reminded me of that.  Besides, you can fight as well as any of them.  You took a beating, time after time, but you always came back and the guys respect you for that.”

“I’m really not old enough to get married right now.  People used to get married right out of high school but they don’t do that anymore.  They want to do other things first, before they settle down.  You’re two years older than I am, but I promise that if I decide to get married soon, you’re the love of my life.  So give me time to think about things, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, kissing her hand.  “What about the battle?”

“I told you everything I know.  James really is the champion.  I don’t know why, or how he’s going to do anything, but he’s the one.”

“Whatever he’s going to do, it won’t be fighting.”

“I know, right?” she laughed.  “I don’t know why he’s so afraid of everything, but he is, and he really hates me for leaving him with you.”

“I know that,” he laughed.  “He kept his eyes closed almost the entire time.”

“Oh, tell me you’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Lilly, scooted down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.  “Not everyone is cut out for the arena, Tommy.”

“No.  Not everyone is, Lilly.”

The hamster, ran down Lilly’s arm and up Tommy’s body, where he burrowed into his shirt pocket.

“I think Snowflake likes you.”

“Don’t tell the guys, okay?”

“Promise,” she laughed, as their fingers entwined.





Annie…Short story…18

“They’re still after your dad,” said Annie.

“Our dad,” said Clark.

“Our dad. They’re after him for something I did.”

“You just sent Gabe away, you didn’t kill him.”

“Feels as if I did.”

“Well, you didn’t.”

“What’s in the cake?  Why do we eat so much of it and why does everyone love it?”

Clark smiled.  “It’s real Devil’s Food cake with Chocolate Devil’s icing.  It makes everyone stronger, healthier and happier.  The white wings have white angel food cake and it makes them feel like they’re starving because of the way they see everything around them.  That’s why Matthew ate two pieces of our cake and took the one you handed him, as well.  It doesn’t make them feel as good as it makes us feel, but anything is better than white angel food cake.  Where we come from, everyone eats it everyday, just like we do. The name is just a joke but we think it’s funny.”

“So, it’s addictive?”

“I suppose it is, in a way, but it’s more like a delicious multiple vitamin. It has everything we need to be the best we can be.”

“Is it magick?” asked Annie.

“A little,” said Lucifer, walking into the room.  “Magick is what we are. So, what are you going to do with all your new freedom?”

“Pretty much all the stuff we’ve always done behind your back,” said Clark.

Lucifer rubbed his hands over his face.  “TMI.”

Annie burst into laughter. “You know what that means?”

“Of course, I know what it means.”

“I think Clark has a girlfriend,” smiled Annie.

“I do not,” he said, glaring at her, then grinning.

“She works at the organic fruit stand.  Her name is Jasmine.  She’s really pretty. Her eyes are the lightest brown I’ve ever seen and she can’t stop smiling whenever he’s around.”

“That’s not true,” laughed Clark.

“You know it is,” said Annie.

“And what about Tommy?” said Clark.

Annie turned scarlet.  “What about him?”

“Every time we go to the bookstore he pushes everyone out of the way so that he can wait on you.  He’s always asking what you like to read and…”

“It’s a BOOKSTORE, of course he’s asking me what I like to read.”

“You KNOW what I mean.”

She looked at Lucifer and sighed.  “Your son is weird.”

“You mean your brother?” asked Lucifer.

Annie stood there with her mouth open.  “My brother,” she said, looking at Clark.

“I’m your brother so that means I can tease you more often and be mean to you.”

“No it doesn’t,” she said.

“I think it does,” he snickered.

“I’m assuming Jasmine and Tommy are human.”

Clark and Annie nodded.

“Just remember that humans are fragile and they die quickly.  So broken hearts and all that.”

“Dad!” said Clark.  “That’s not fair.”

“It’s the truth. You can’t stop them from dying.”

“What are you going to do about Matthew?” asked Annie, pushing Clark into a chair.

“There’s nothing to do.  He’s on one side and I’m on the other.  There’s no talking about the issue because there’s no room for compromise.”

“Will he try to kill you?” asked Clark.

“Only if he has to.  We go back a long way and that means something.”

“It seems like a lot of people want to kill you,” said Annie, thoughtfully.

“That always do,” he said, flatly.










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