Epilogue
Becky sat in the truck as Tommy drove to the fortuneteller's. She didn't know if this was a good thing or not but she did know this was where the clues began, where Tommy been showed they had been destined through time, and that a man had been stalking her through the ages. It'd been almost two months since the night Lucard had come to claim her, since she found out Tommy loved her, and she loved him. Since she saw the loves they shared . . . and almost lost Tommy.
She tightened her grip and her destined looked at her, giving her an encouraging eye and lifting her hand to place a smiling kiss on her knuckles.
Becky winked and smiled, her skin had returned to it's natural shade, the bruises Lucard created gone, and explained to her father as a mugging - one she spoke up to say Tommy save her from, with a little curve of her lips.
"Ready to have your fortune told?" Tommy chuckled as his hand gripped hers.
"I don't know if I can handle any new information."
"But of course you have to meet her."
"Of course," Becky smiled as they pulled in front of the shop. She'd wanted to rush out and meet Madam Goolee right away once the story was explained, then she realized all she really wanted to do was crawl in bed next to Tommy and sleep with their arms around each other.
When they entered the shop through beaded curtains, Madam Goolee smiled.
"Ah, you haf broken the curse..." she smiled.
"Apparently. But, you knew that, huh?"
"I knew there was hope, and I had faith in you. It was time."
"I'll say..." Tommy said, tightening his hold on Becky's hand.
"Ah, sit ... have some tea."
"From what you and Merton told me... is it safe?"
"Very. SIT!" Madam Goolee ordered.
"Pushy aren't you," Becky said taking a seat before Tommy sat across from her.
"Drink," she said, sliding the tea over.
Tommy watched as she took a tentative sip.
"Not seeing funky colors," she soothed him as she continued to drink. Each sharing smiles at their new -- or was that old? -- relationship.
Becky suddenly felt funny--- a detached feeling, as if she were queasy or suspended, but not quite slammed out of her body as she had been before.
She suddenly looked down to see that she was in a hospital room, nursing a baby in a little blue blanket. He had dark, curly hair, and was looking up at her with Tommy's eyes, opening and closing in a sleepy little symphony. Tommy came from her side, seeming a couple of years older, nuzzling her hair and she had nothing to do but sigh, feeling incredible contentment. And, just as quickly as the vision had come, it was gone, and there were Tommy and Madam Goolee staring at her...
"Beckers? Are you okay? What did you see?"
"I'm sticking to coffee," she said pushing the cup away with a smile. Madam Goolee caught her eye and gave an approving nod, knowing what she had witnessed.
"What did you see?" Tommy asked again, excited that she had experienced something.
Becky winked teasingly as she stood.
"I saw . . . us . . ." she said, waving at Madam Goolee and sashaying back to the truck.
"Madam---"
"Don't ask--- it is one that you will see for yourself as it comes. You have much time to wait."
Tommy nodded, perplexed, but followed Becky out to the truck.
"So... we have the rest of the day ahead of us..." he smirked suggestively.
"Any ideas?"
"You can tell me what you saw," he answered curiously.
Becky laughed and settled back a little. "Let's just say . . . you saw the past and I got a little look at the future . . . In the mean time, let's not try to rush the results, a little trip to the store would be a good start. It got me thinking."
"For?" Tommy asked.
"The next phase," Becky sighed teasingly as she slid across the seat, holding the back of his head and settling a warm hand on his thigh, and bringing him in for a heated kiss.
Sliding back across the seat the little turn of her lips showed what she had been thinking about, and the decision she had made a little more than a week ago. Crossing her legs she let her skirt hitch a little as Tommy's hand turned into a paw and he eagerly started the car. Becky smiled; sinking in the seat happily and holding his paw, silently giving thanks for the tip off.
Maybe when it happened a few years down the road they would name him Goolee . . .
The End.
Becky sat in the truck as Tommy drove to the fortuneteller's. She didn't know if this was a good thing or not but she did know this was where the clues began, where Tommy been showed they had been destined through time, and that a man had been stalking her through the ages. It'd been almost two months since the night Lucard had come to claim her, since she found out Tommy loved her, and she loved him. Since she saw the loves they shared . . . and almost lost Tommy.
She tightened her grip and her destined looked at her, giving her an encouraging eye and lifting her hand to place a smiling kiss on her knuckles.
Becky winked and smiled, her skin had returned to it's natural shade, the bruises Lucard created gone, and explained to her father as a mugging - one she spoke up to say Tommy save her from, with a little curve of her lips.
"Ready to have your fortune told?" Tommy chuckled as his hand gripped hers.
"I don't know if I can handle any new information."
"But of course you have to meet her."
"Of course," Becky smiled as they pulled in front of the shop. She'd wanted to rush out and meet Madam Goolee right away once the story was explained, then she realized all she really wanted to do was crawl in bed next to Tommy and sleep with their arms around each other.
When they entered the shop through beaded curtains, Madam Goolee smiled.
"Ah, you haf broken the curse..." she smiled.
"Apparently. But, you knew that, huh?"
"I knew there was hope, and I had faith in you. It was time."
"I'll say..." Tommy said, tightening his hold on Becky's hand.
"Ah, sit ... have some tea."
"From what you and Merton told me... is it safe?"
"Very. SIT!" Madam Goolee ordered.
"Pushy aren't you," Becky said taking a seat before Tommy sat across from her.
"Drink," she said, sliding the tea over.
Tommy watched as she took a tentative sip.
"Not seeing funky colors," she soothed him as she continued to drink. Each sharing smiles at their new -- or was that old? -- relationship.
Becky suddenly felt funny--- a detached feeling, as if she were queasy or suspended, but not quite slammed out of her body as she had been before.
She suddenly looked down to see that she was in a hospital room, nursing a baby in a little blue blanket. He had dark, curly hair, and was looking up at her with Tommy's eyes, opening and closing in a sleepy little symphony. Tommy came from her side, seeming a couple of years older, nuzzling her hair and she had nothing to do but sigh, feeling incredible contentment. And, just as quickly as the vision had come, it was gone, and there were Tommy and Madam Goolee staring at her...
"Beckers? Are you okay? What did you see?"
"I'm sticking to coffee," she said pushing the cup away with a smile. Madam Goolee caught her eye and gave an approving nod, knowing what she had witnessed.
"What did you see?" Tommy asked again, excited that she had experienced something.
Becky winked teasingly as she stood.
"I saw . . . us . . ." she said, waving at Madam Goolee and sashaying back to the truck.
"Madam---"
"Don't ask--- it is one that you will see for yourself as it comes. You have much time to wait."
Tommy nodded, perplexed, but followed Becky out to the truck.
"So... we have the rest of the day ahead of us..." he smirked suggestively.
"Any ideas?"
"You can tell me what you saw," he answered curiously.
Becky laughed and settled back a little. "Let's just say . . . you saw the past and I got a little look at the future . . . In the mean time, let's not try to rush the results, a little trip to the store would be a good start. It got me thinking."
"For?" Tommy asked.
"The next phase," Becky sighed teasingly as she slid across the seat, holding the back of his head and settling a warm hand on his thigh, and bringing him in for a heated kiss.
Sliding back across the seat the little turn of her lips showed what she had been thinking about, and the decision she had made a little more than a week ago. Crossing her legs she let her skirt hitch a little as Tommy's hand turned into a paw and he eagerly started the car. Becky smiled; sinking in the seat happily and holding his paw, silently giving thanks for the tip off.
Maybe when it happened a few years down the road they would name him Goolee . . .
The End.