Dèjá vu
Disclaimer: Gawd why does it matter!
A/N: Ok, this is my first time writing a fanfiction for a kids movie, so don't kill me if I take the plot out of the innocent criteria found in kids movies. And I know that Randall was not banished to Louisiana but that is the whole point of Fanfictions. I have been writing for many years and with each story my ability to write it down and think deeper into it grows, this is the product of a deeper thinking.
Chapter one, Swamp thing.
The full moon's light was playing over the murky waters of Louisiana beau, flickering across the small ripples crated by the cool summer night's wind. The fireflies were dancing among the stars, trying to out shine the lights in the sky as they played in and out from behind the clouds. Aahz pulled herself out off of the ground drawing her knees to her chest, laying down her battered copy The Rover by Mel Odom. Her dark curly hair fell into her face, it was only long enough to come to about the mid-neck, but still long enough for the wind to play it across her heart shaped face. She brushed it back behind her ear with mild agitation, she loved this spot it was so peaceful, it was in this place that she had built her own world to hide from reality, and also Caily had loved this spot too. Aahz remembered a time when her daughter had come here laughing and smiling, as she tried to catch the fireflies in an old jar they had found floating in the water. She remembered when the little girl had caught one and the glow of pure joy that had crept across her face, even after they had to let it go. Caily had been how old then two, three? Was that accident only, two years ago? Aahz didn't look it but she was twenty-eight, she had, had a daughter, her beautiful Caily. Caily had only been four when the accident had taken her, a drunk on his way home from Mardi-Gra. He of course had not been hurt, but her Caily, her beautiful, innocent Caily had been. She had been so badly hurt, and her body so traumatized that she slipped into a coma, a sleep of false promises. Aahz had believed for a time that Caily would open her eyes, Aahz had prayed and promised to take Caily to her favorite spot on the beau, if she would just open her eyes, but she never did. Caily passed away April 4th 2001. Aahz had never gotten over it. She pushed away a small tear that threatened to fall from her dark green eyes. Then softly she herd a sound that came from the bushes behind her, Aahz turned around and saw the bushes being parted by a small boy in a Braves baseball cap.
"Hello Thomas," Aahz greeted, "And hello to you too Mrs. O'Conner." She said as she watched the boy's mother come out behind him.
"Hello yourself Aahz." She said irritably, Mrs. O'Conner had never liked Aahz.
"What have you got there?" Aahz asked getting up and walking towards, the mother and son.
"There was another gator the house! It done come out of that there closet! Mama done whacked it with a shevel!" Thomas exclaimed bouncing up in down, his over sized hat bobbing in time.
"What was an alligator doing in your closet?" Aahz asked quizzically looking up from the hyperactive child.
"It's not fer me ter know! All I know is that he was in my closet and I had ter git him out." As she said this she hefted the 'gator' out from behind her, with a 'umf'.
This is no gator, Aahz thought as she bent down to examine the creature. It was purple, with scattered blue scales from its head to tail. It had three fronds on the top of its head between its eyes, the tips of them were slightly red, it could have been a slightly mutated alligator if it not been for the eight legs with three fingers. Aahz bent down until she was on her knees looking at it. What was that? She thought had it made a noise, she leaned down, trying to be careful in case it was dangerous, no telling if it would wake and bite her.
"Sullivan..." She herd it mutter. Aahz snapped up and was on her feet in a second.
"Mrs. O'Conner, may I dispose of this creature for you?" She asked hurriedly.
"Why would you wanna do that? I aint never done you favor before." The suspicion was heavy in her voice.
"Well, um as you know, there was a storm yesterday." Aahz stammered scrambling for an excuse. "And the bank around the water is muddy and slick, so, you could fall in and then what would you do? There are a lot of gators out there tonight." She finished meekly scratching the back of her head, praying that the older woman would buy the story.
"Yer right, and with my old self that's exactly what would happan, I aint as yioung as I used ter be." The old woman said dropping the things tail, onto the ground. Mrs. O'Conner was not about to put herself in any danger if she could avoid it, she signled to her son, and they left.
Aahz waited a few minutes to make sure they where gone before she did anything, then she snapped into action. First she scooped up her book and tucked it into the small bag she had brought with her slinging that over her back she bent down and gently lifted the things head, then she slid her arm under it's middle and picked it up. The thing was heavier than she had originally expected, she struggled a little under the thing's weight until she built up enough momentum as she began walking out of the beau, to her car. Her car was easily the most expensive thing she owned, next to her house of course, it was a 2002 yellow and hunter green Hummer. Once Caily had died, Aahz found she had a considerable amount of money, from Caily's collage savings account. She had used the money to buy the car, at first she didn't want to use the money, but her old car was totally unreliable, so she decided to use it. As she reached her car, she found she had a problem, she could either try to open the door of the back seat one handed but that would risk dropping the thing. Or she could put the thing down and open door, but that could risk not being able to pick the thing back up at all. She decided to try and open the door while still holding it, it took a cool bit of balancing and maneuvering but she managed it. She carefully laid the thing into her back seat, watching the seat belts, then she got into the front seat and drove home.
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Randall groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, he suffered a bit of disorientation, then things started to swim into focus. He was in a room, on a bed to be specific, though the covers were disheveled and twisted around him. He assumed it was morning, as there was sunlight streaming through the window. In short every thing looked normal. So why did he feel as if something was wrong. He was laying on his side, when he realized that his sinuses where flooded making it impossible to breath on the 'down hill' side. In an effort to alleviate this situation, he rolled over and....it hit him!! A pounding headache, a nauseous stomach, the works! At first he was afraid he was going to die. Then he was afraid he was going to live. Misery such as this should an end. Groaning and burrowing into the pillow he tried to sort his thoughts. What was going on here what had happened to make him feel so awful? Then it came flooding back to him, Sullivan, Wazowski, the kid, the crazy old woman in the trailer with the shovel. He bolted up right. Big mistake. BIG mistake! Every pain and queasiness he had been feeling slammed into him threefold. With a moan, he fell limply back onto the pillow heedless of the unpleasant sensation this caused him. You could only feel so miserable and Randall had bottomed out. Nothing could make him feel worse. He was going to lay there until his head cleared or he died...which ever came first. Then he herd music, at first he thought he really had died, but then he realized that it was coming from the next room over. Slowly he opened his eyes again and crept off the side of the bed, and onto the soft carpet on the floor. Grasping his head with his upper two hands he staggered to the door, and slowly turned the knob with his lower hand, opening to the door to the living room. The room was huge, with a large beamed ceiling, the walls where a light green, and the fluffy carpet was white, along with the sofa and two chairs. The back of the sofa was facing him, but he could see the stereo and television set in front of it. Now that he thought about it he could here the music more clearly now, he could even make out the soft lyrics, as a soft female voice sang them through the black speakers.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Randall walked stealthy forward towards the sofa; careful not to make a sound, in case, the person who owned the house might be somewhere near.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me
He reached the sofa, and gripped the side of it for support, his legs where still weak and made it hard to support himself. As he looked over the side, he found the owner of the house.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house Swing em upon its hanging tire Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
The woman had curly black hair that was spread out across the pillow that she had one arm tucked under, her legs where pulled up into he stomach and her other arm was clasped to her chest. Her full lips where set into a grimace and her brows where furrowed, she was probably having a nightmare, Randall thought ideally as the woman turned over in her sleep curling up further into herself.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me
Then he noticed the lights, they were not florescent lights from anything electronic, but where coming from one of the rooms many windows. There was one to the east and one to the west, both where large and topped with a point, but there were mobiles on the attached to the ceiling beams on them. On the west window there was a mobile made of sea glass, the colors where dark, dark blue, and green and red, then the one on the east window was identical, except of the colors where pastel, light green and blue and pink. The light from the sun came through the glass and danced across the room, and onto the woman, the colors played across her face, as soon as one color had moved on another took its place. As he followed one color, light blue, on its was around the room, he noticed a picture, it was a small girl, she could have been no more than three, she was easily the most beautiful child he had ever seen. She had short blond hair, the color of fresh golden straw, was in tight curls, just like the woman he had just seen only a different color. Her face was heart shaped and tan from playing in the yard, she was wearing a plain white dress that hung loosely on her small frame and her eyes were a bright eerie blue, and there was a smile of pure joy on her face. In her hands she held a jar with four glowing fireflies, he could see the beau in the background and the bright full moon. As he drew closer to the picture the telephone rang, and he blended into the background.
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Aahz jumped up on the third ring, the long T-shirt she was wearing came down to her knees, but at the sudden jump it flew up to mid-thigh. She quickly pushed in down and rushed to her telephone hanging on the wall, she pushed the speaker button on the dial of the phone.
"Erm, yes can I help you?" She asked clearing her throat.
"Baby? That you? Its Lucy." The motherly voice answered from the speaker.
"I know Lucy, I'd recognize your voice anywhere." Aahz said brushing her hair back, it had fluffed forward as she had lunged towards the phone.
"Good, are you coming into day? You don't sound well." Lucy's concerned voice called.
"I'm not. I'm sorry but I can't come into day. Can you and Jewels handle the Dèjá vu?" She asked.
"Of course hun." Cam the answer, "But can you tell me what's the matter?"
"I-" her voice faltered just for a second. "I found something, in the beau, I'm not sure what it is, but Mrs. O'Conner beat the hell out of it with a shovel, I couldn't let her kill the poor think, I felt so sorry for it."
"The beau?" Then she seemed to realize something. "Oh! You poor thang. And with a shovel you say? That sounds like her, the thang probably won't wake up for a couple of days-"
Aahz heard something, 'I don't think so.' The voice said.
"Lucy, I'll call you back later." She said, no sooner had she herd 'Goodbye.' She pressed the off button.
"Hello?" She called, when she got no reply she rushed towards, the room where she had put the thing. It was her room, she had let the thing sleep on her bed because the thing was far larger than she had thought it was. She remembered the large sore on the back of its head, she had but a wrap around it and hope the scales beneath it would not ripe off when the time came to take off the wrap. She quickly opened the door and was greeted with an empty room. "Oh, shit, where is it."
"Hes right here." Came a voice from behind her.
A/N: well what do you think. The song is Kiss me by Sixpence none the richer, I really liked it, and since you can hear background music I thought I'd add it in.
Disclaimer: Gawd why does it matter!
A/N: Ok, this is my first time writing a fanfiction for a kids movie, so don't kill me if I take the plot out of the innocent criteria found in kids movies. And I know that Randall was not banished to Louisiana but that is the whole point of Fanfictions. I have been writing for many years and with each story my ability to write it down and think deeper into it grows, this is the product of a deeper thinking.
Chapter one, Swamp thing.
The full moon's light was playing over the murky waters of Louisiana beau, flickering across the small ripples crated by the cool summer night's wind. The fireflies were dancing among the stars, trying to out shine the lights in the sky as they played in and out from behind the clouds. Aahz pulled herself out off of the ground drawing her knees to her chest, laying down her battered copy The Rover by Mel Odom. Her dark curly hair fell into her face, it was only long enough to come to about the mid-neck, but still long enough for the wind to play it across her heart shaped face. She brushed it back behind her ear with mild agitation, she loved this spot it was so peaceful, it was in this place that she had built her own world to hide from reality, and also Caily had loved this spot too. Aahz remembered a time when her daughter had come here laughing and smiling, as she tried to catch the fireflies in an old jar they had found floating in the water. She remembered when the little girl had caught one and the glow of pure joy that had crept across her face, even after they had to let it go. Caily had been how old then two, three? Was that accident only, two years ago? Aahz didn't look it but she was twenty-eight, she had, had a daughter, her beautiful Caily. Caily had only been four when the accident had taken her, a drunk on his way home from Mardi-Gra. He of course had not been hurt, but her Caily, her beautiful, innocent Caily had been. She had been so badly hurt, and her body so traumatized that she slipped into a coma, a sleep of false promises. Aahz had believed for a time that Caily would open her eyes, Aahz had prayed and promised to take Caily to her favorite spot on the beau, if she would just open her eyes, but she never did. Caily passed away April 4th 2001. Aahz had never gotten over it. She pushed away a small tear that threatened to fall from her dark green eyes. Then softly she herd a sound that came from the bushes behind her, Aahz turned around and saw the bushes being parted by a small boy in a Braves baseball cap.
"Hello Thomas," Aahz greeted, "And hello to you too Mrs. O'Conner." She said as she watched the boy's mother come out behind him.
"Hello yourself Aahz." She said irritably, Mrs. O'Conner had never liked Aahz.
"What have you got there?" Aahz asked getting up and walking towards, the mother and son.
"There was another gator the house! It done come out of that there closet! Mama done whacked it with a shevel!" Thomas exclaimed bouncing up in down, his over sized hat bobbing in time.
"What was an alligator doing in your closet?" Aahz asked quizzically looking up from the hyperactive child.
"It's not fer me ter know! All I know is that he was in my closet and I had ter git him out." As she said this she hefted the 'gator' out from behind her, with a 'umf'.
This is no gator, Aahz thought as she bent down to examine the creature. It was purple, with scattered blue scales from its head to tail. It had three fronds on the top of its head between its eyes, the tips of them were slightly red, it could have been a slightly mutated alligator if it not been for the eight legs with three fingers. Aahz bent down until she was on her knees looking at it. What was that? She thought had it made a noise, she leaned down, trying to be careful in case it was dangerous, no telling if it would wake and bite her.
"Sullivan..." She herd it mutter. Aahz snapped up and was on her feet in a second.
"Mrs. O'Conner, may I dispose of this creature for you?" She asked hurriedly.
"Why would you wanna do that? I aint never done you favor before." The suspicion was heavy in her voice.
"Well, um as you know, there was a storm yesterday." Aahz stammered scrambling for an excuse. "And the bank around the water is muddy and slick, so, you could fall in and then what would you do? There are a lot of gators out there tonight." She finished meekly scratching the back of her head, praying that the older woman would buy the story.
"Yer right, and with my old self that's exactly what would happan, I aint as yioung as I used ter be." The old woman said dropping the things tail, onto the ground. Mrs. O'Conner was not about to put herself in any danger if she could avoid it, she signled to her son, and they left.
Aahz waited a few minutes to make sure they where gone before she did anything, then she snapped into action. First she scooped up her book and tucked it into the small bag she had brought with her slinging that over her back she bent down and gently lifted the things head, then she slid her arm under it's middle and picked it up. The thing was heavier than she had originally expected, she struggled a little under the thing's weight until she built up enough momentum as she began walking out of the beau, to her car. Her car was easily the most expensive thing she owned, next to her house of course, it was a 2002 yellow and hunter green Hummer. Once Caily had died, Aahz found she had a considerable amount of money, from Caily's collage savings account. She had used the money to buy the car, at first she didn't want to use the money, but her old car was totally unreliable, so she decided to use it. As she reached her car, she found she had a problem, she could either try to open the door of the back seat one handed but that would risk dropping the thing. Or she could put the thing down and open door, but that could risk not being able to pick the thing back up at all. She decided to try and open the door while still holding it, it took a cool bit of balancing and maneuvering but she managed it. She carefully laid the thing into her back seat, watching the seat belts, then she got into the front seat and drove home.
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Randall groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, he suffered a bit of disorientation, then things started to swim into focus. He was in a room, on a bed to be specific, though the covers were disheveled and twisted around him. He assumed it was morning, as there was sunlight streaming through the window. In short every thing looked normal. So why did he feel as if something was wrong. He was laying on his side, when he realized that his sinuses where flooded making it impossible to breath on the 'down hill' side. In an effort to alleviate this situation, he rolled over and....it hit him!! A pounding headache, a nauseous stomach, the works! At first he was afraid he was going to die. Then he was afraid he was going to live. Misery such as this should an end. Groaning and burrowing into the pillow he tried to sort his thoughts. What was going on here what had happened to make him feel so awful? Then it came flooding back to him, Sullivan, Wazowski, the kid, the crazy old woman in the trailer with the shovel. He bolted up right. Big mistake. BIG mistake! Every pain and queasiness he had been feeling slammed into him threefold. With a moan, he fell limply back onto the pillow heedless of the unpleasant sensation this caused him. You could only feel so miserable and Randall had bottomed out. Nothing could make him feel worse. He was going to lay there until his head cleared or he died...which ever came first. Then he herd music, at first he thought he really had died, but then he realized that it was coming from the next room over. Slowly he opened his eyes again and crept off the side of the bed, and onto the soft carpet on the floor. Grasping his head with his upper two hands he staggered to the door, and slowly turned the knob with his lower hand, opening to the door to the living room. The room was huge, with a large beamed ceiling, the walls where a light green, and the fluffy carpet was white, along with the sofa and two chairs. The back of the sofa was facing him, but he could see the stereo and television set in front of it. Now that he thought about it he could here the music more clearly now, he could even make out the soft lyrics, as a soft female voice sang them through the black speakers.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Randall walked stealthy forward towards the sofa; careful not to make a sound, in case, the person who owned the house might be somewhere near.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me
He reached the sofa, and gripped the side of it for support, his legs where still weak and made it hard to support himself. As he looked over the side, he found the owner of the house.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house Swing em upon its hanging tire Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
The woman had curly black hair that was spread out across the pillow that she had one arm tucked under, her legs where pulled up into he stomach and her other arm was clasped to her chest. Her full lips where set into a grimace and her brows where furrowed, she was probably having a nightmare, Randall thought ideally as the woman turned over in her sleep curling up further into herself.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling So kiss me
Then he noticed the lights, they were not florescent lights from anything electronic, but where coming from one of the rooms many windows. There was one to the east and one to the west, both where large and topped with a point, but there were mobiles on the attached to the ceiling beams on them. On the west window there was a mobile made of sea glass, the colors where dark, dark blue, and green and red, then the one on the east window was identical, except of the colors where pastel, light green and blue and pink. The light from the sun came through the glass and danced across the room, and onto the woman, the colors played across her face, as soon as one color had moved on another took its place. As he followed one color, light blue, on its was around the room, he noticed a picture, it was a small girl, she could have been no more than three, she was easily the most beautiful child he had ever seen. She had short blond hair, the color of fresh golden straw, was in tight curls, just like the woman he had just seen only a different color. Her face was heart shaped and tan from playing in the yard, she was wearing a plain white dress that hung loosely on her small frame and her eyes were a bright eerie blue, and there was a smile of pure joy on her face. In her hands she held a jar with four glowing fireflies, he could see the beau in the background and the bright full moon. As he drew closer to the picture the telephone rang, and he blended into the background.
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Aahz jumped up on the third ring, the long T-shirt she was wearing came down to her knees, but at the sudden jump it flew up to mid-thigh. She quickly pushed in down and rushed to her telephone hanging on the wall, she pushed the speaker button on the dial of the phone.
"Erm, yes can I help you?" She asked clearing her throat.
"Baby? That you? Its Lucy." The motherly voice answered from the speaker.
"I know Lucy, I'd recognize your voice anywhere." Aahz said brushing her hair back, it had fluffed forward as she had lunged towards the phone.
"Good, are you coming into day? You don't sound well." Lucy's concerned voice called.
"I'm not. I'm sorry but I can't come into day. Can you and Jewels handle the Dèjá vu?" She asked.
"Of course hun." Cam the answer, "But can you tell me what's the matter?"
"I-" her voice faltered just for a second. "I found something, in the beau, I'm not sure what it is, but Mrs. O'Conner beat the hell out of it with a shovel, I couldn't let her kill the poor think, I felt so sorry for it."
"The beau?" Then she seemed to realize something. "Oh! You poor thang. And with a shovel you say? That sounds like her, the thang probably won't wake up for a couple of days-"
Aahz heard something, 'I don't think so.' The voice said.
"Lucy, I'll call you back later." She said, no sooner had she herd 'Goodbye.' She pressed the off button.
"Hello?" She called, when she got no reply she rushed towards, the room where she had put the thing. It was her room, she had let the thing sleep on her bed because the thing was far larger than she had thought it was. She remembered the large sore on the back of its head, she had but a wrap around it and hope the scales beneath it would not ripe off when the time came to take off the wrap. She quickly opened the door and was greeted with an empty room. "Oh, shit, where is it."
"Hes right here." Came a voice from behind her.
A/N: well what do you think. The song is Kiss me by Sixpence none the richer, I really liked it, and since you can hear background music I thought I'd add it in.