Author Note: Originally, I was going to have a sort-of love triangle with Data, Walker, and Ghostwriter. I gave up on that idea- or at least developing it so much. I still dropped hints and clues, however, and he did still like her. Anyway, based off that- I decided to show you guys just what Walker was thinking all those times he was with Data (including some that weren't included in the story).
~CWA
Bonus Chapter 5- Walker's Views
First Meeting- From Chapter 10: Ghostly Meetings
Walker:
Honestly, I wasn't so sure what the entire ruckus was about. Everywhere I went, I seemed to hear something about Clockwork's Apprentice. A few speculated that it was a female; others thought it was a male. Some spread rumors that Clockwork's Apprentice was a beautiful lady or a handsome male. However, everyone agreed on one thing- Clockwork's Apprentice was powerful. I only knew one thing for sure, however, and that was that whomever the ghost was- he or she was one of the few ghosts that has yet to break a rule. For that, I would be happy to meet him or her.
I was on my way back to my prison when someone ran into me- quite literally in fact. She was beautiful- quite a lot in fact. She had long black hair with a small white streak in it and red eyes with light blue skin that had darker blue freckles on her petite face. She was pretty petite and small and the strapless purple dress she wore showed off her hourglass figure. She looked at me sheepishly. I noticed the broach on her cloak- CWA. I smirked.
"Oh, you must be that Clockwork's Apprentice that I've been hearing about."
She looked at me curiously and I continued to look her over just as curious.
"How do you know how I am?"
I scoffed,
"One of the few ghosts that have yet to break my rules."
"Ah," she answered, "I suppose that makes sense. Though, if I may, some of your rules seem a bit out there."
I narrowed my eyes. My rules were reasonable and fair and they had be set.
"And to think you were almost on my good side…You still obeyed the rules."
She huffed,
"Of course I obey the rules. Rules are rules after all. The only rules I don't obey is when it's the Observants."
I smiled faintly. I was glad that I wasn't the only ghost to despise those Observants. They thought they made the rules- making rules is my job and my job alone. So apparently she was beautiful and smart.
"You're an interesting ghost."
The Usual- From Chapter 11: A Whirlwind of emotions/Another Day In Afterlife
After a few hundred years of knowing that interesting ghost that was Data, I had to admit that I was a bit smitten with her. She had yet to break a rule, she bluntly hated the Observants and regularly messed with them, she made pretty good scones, and not to mention that was very beautiful and smart. I suspected that her obsession had something to do with knowledge- she was after all, Clockwork's Apprentice. Though Clockwork refused to give me any answers to my questions that I had about her. She was a mystery and oddly, that was kind of… interesting.
I was so used to her sneaking in and out of my prison. The only reason it didn't bother me was simply because she never did anything wrong when she snuck in. She didn't mess with the prisoners. She didn't disturb any of my men. All she did was sneak in to see me- that was a bit pleasant. It was nice to know that someone like her- someone that I found beautiful- actually took their time to visit me of all ghosts.
I did know, however, that she spent a good amount of time with every ghost she considered a friend. To my knowledge her friends included ghosts like Ghostwriter, Princess Dora of Aragon, Frostbite the leader of The Far Frozen and Clockwork.
When I got back to the prison, I was a bit surprised to find some coffee and scones waiting for me. There was a small little plate with the scones, a cup of hot coffee, and a little note beside it.
Hello Walker,
A certain guard informed me that you loved coffee and scones so I made ya a little treat. Hope ya like it. Don't worry, they are edible. ;)
Have a nice day and if you ever get an inmate by the name of Wulf or Danny Phantom. Please inform me. Thanks.
~CWA
I wondered why she would want to be informed if I ever got an inmate by those names. It was a bit of an odd request but… I took a sip of the coffee- worth it for coffee this good. I haven't had a nice, decent cup of coffee since I was alive.
I smiled faintly. Well, Data certainly is very interesting. I looked down at the folder in my hands. Since Clockwork wouldn't answer any of my questions, I figured that Data's information folder just might. According to my sources, the information was just updated by Data herself- so it should be factual.
Name: Data
Real Name: Jade Eolas
Jade, huh, I thought, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.
Current Age: 413
Height: 5 ft. 6 in.
Weight: 116 lbs.
Hair: Black and white
Eyes: Red
Skin: Light blue
Date of Birth: May 22
Place of Birth: Meadville, Pennsylvania, United States
Blood type (formally): Type O positive
Astrology Sign: Gemini
Civil Status: Single
Sex: Yes.
I had to chuckle slightly at her answer to that.
Cause of death: Suicide (slitting the wrists)
Obsession: Knowledge
Core: Neutral
Level: S
Lair location: Tero Do La Potente
Notes: Member of the Council, Clockwork's Apprentice
My mouth was set in a thin line. I was a bit displeased to read that she had taken her own life- why would she have done such a thing? What happened to her that she decided that she shouldn't live? It was… unpleasant to think about. One thing was for sure- if someone had hurt her, then that punk deserved to be punished. I continued to read some more until I finally reached the confidential part of her file- the part that would have things about her life before being a ghost written, notes from superiors, and more. I doubted that Data… Jade… would fill that part out. I was surprised, however, that almost the entire section was black besides bits and parts of information. The one thing that it did list, besides the notes from the Observants warning of her pranks and lack of respect, was that she had committed suicide because of a rapist.
I felt my fists clench and my jaw tightened. I was determined that if someone ever were to touch her without her consent in front of me- they wouldn't just be locked up for the rest of their after lives, that sentence would be the least of her worries.
The Punk- From Chapter 13: Resolved
I smirked when I saw Data heading towards Tero Do La Pontente. Bullet looked at me curiously, but I ignored him. I knew full well that Bullet was aware of who Data was and my feelings for her. He was my best man on the force for a reason.
"Well, if it isn't Clockwork's Apprentice."
She turned with a smile.
"Ah, Walker, Bullet. Pleasure to see you."
The smirk never lost its place,
"Still obeying the rules."
"Of course," Data scoffed, "I just don't like the Observants rules."
I chuckled,
"Understandable."
"Hey, it's the hot dudette!"
I clenched my fists as the punk- Phoenix- showed up. I was well aware who it was.
"What are you doin' here, punk? You're on parole!"
Phoenix scowled,
"Can't put a limit on this dude! She's a smokin' dudette!"
My jaw tightened and I was ready to knock the punk's lights out and drag him back to a cell.
"Hey dudette, you look even more smokin' than you did before," Phoenix whistled at Data.
"Didn't you learn your lesson," Data growled.
I briefly wondered where Data had met Phoenix before. Judging by her reactions, it wasn't pleasant.
"Dudette, I'm willin' for whatever punishment you give me," he winked as he put his hand on her butt,
"You are totally worth it."
"Get your hands off her," I growled.
If he let his hand linger there for a second more-
"Get off," Data screamed, "GET OFF!"
Phoenix didn't get the message. It the angriest that I had ever seen Data- I mean Jade… It was kind of alluring to see her take a stand. Her eyes glowed bright red and her black hair whipped around her head.
"I SAID GET OFF!"
She shot a black ecto-blast and I figured that with all the anger that she had stored up then she could take care of herself. It didn't stop me from moving towards the two of them with the full intent of beating the shit out of the punk that touched her.
"Woah, dudette got power."
"FOR THE LAST TIME MY NAME IS NOT DUDETTE AND YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT A LADY!"
black sand circled around her and Phoenix. My eyes widened slightly- I wasn't aware of the powers that she held.
"YOU WILL LEARN NOT TO DISRESPECT!"
He screamed and clenched his head,
"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE HER STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! TOO MUCH!"
She didn't stop. She was in a frenzy- her last nerve had snapped. I knew that it was slightly dangerous, but I couldn't help but think that she was still… alluring and beautiful when she was angry.
"DATA!"
Ghostwriter had shown up at the scene, but Data- Jade- wasn't listening.
"JADE STOP!"
Phoenix was having a breakdown. I wasn't happy at all since not only did that punk break a moral- but Ghostwriter had called Data by her real name. Either he learned like I did or she had told him. I hoped that he just learned it because for Data to tell him her real name was a great trust.
"It's against the rules to defile a lady against her will," I growled, "punk."
She collapsed.
"Jade," Ghostwriter had whispered as he cradled her form. A part of me wished that it was me and not him- that it was me that got to comfort her, hold her…
"Jade," he whispered, "it's okay…he'll get what he deserves…you'll be okay…he's not Kevin."
"Neither are you," she whispered.
I wondered if Kevin was the rapist bastard that was in her file's notes. Though the way she said that Ghostwriter wasn't Kevin either made me wonder if something happened between them- though it was painfully obvious that the two of them were together. That pained me to admit and I hoped it didn't last long. The second that they break up- I will make my move.
"Perhaps you two lovebirds should take your scene somewhere else," Bullet said a bit amused.
The Prisoner- From Chapter 17: The Fright Before Christmas
I suspected that Data, Jade, would arrive at the prison soon to see Ghostwriter. It was only a matter of time and I knew that she wouldn't be too happy that I locked up her mate. She would have to deal, however, because he broke a rule and therefore he was a punk. There were few exceptions that would allow Ghostwriter to be free and I doubted that any of them would work for him.
My suspicions were correct. Data came storming into the prison with her eyes glowing. I kept my cool, but Bullet looked so nervous I thought he was going to faint just from standing too close to her.
"Here to see Ghostwriter? Don't take too long. I got an escaped prisoner to catch."
"Wulf," she guessed and I nodded.
"He's almost as bad as that Phantom punk," I growled out.
To my surprise, Data seemed to calm down and she smiled. It was nice to know that I could get her to smile.
"Still, you can't keep Ghostwriter locked up for long."
"And why not," I narrowed my eyes.
I didn't plan on letting Ghostwriter out- not any time soon and maybe not ever. He was a punk and deserved to be locked up. Besides, with him behind bars that separated him and Data. It gave me a chance to ask her out and I planned on using it.
"According to your rules, you can't place someone in prison if they have a family to care for."
"He doesn't have a family."
"He has me," She pointed out, "and we did converge lairs."
My eyes widened and I felt shot down. I started to grumble,
"I suppose you're right….And congratulations on the converging. I knew you were mates, but not serious."
She smiled, but I wasn't happy- not in the slightest. There was a slight chance that I could still get together with Data. I was smart enough to admit that it might not happen, but I was smitten enough with her that I was willing to believe that small chance.
"Bullet," I growled, "Get Ghostwriter out of that cell."
"Yes, sir!"
The second that Ghostwriter was out of the cell, she tackled him with a big smile. A part of me was a bit happy to see her happy. I supposed as long as she was happy that it didn't matter.
"I got the paperwork done! The converging is done!"
Ghostwriter smiled, but I growled at him.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you."
Data smiled,
"Thanks for letting him out, Walker. It means a lot."
Knowing that she was smiling at me, I smiled back.
"As long as you keep his nose clean and keep pranking the Observants, we'll be good."
A Chance- From Chapter 19: Lovely Couples
I was just minding my own business when Data ran into me. She always seemed to do that, though I didn't mind. I raised an eyebrow when I realized that she was angry- her eyes were glowing and her hair was whipping around her head, yet she seemed to be crying a bit as well. My semi-permanent smirk dropped.
"You alright?"
She looked at me shocked,
"You didn't strike me as the type to be so concerned about others."
"Others? No," I huffed, "You? Yes."
I shook my head at her confused look. I did care about her- more than she would ever know. I could admit my feelings right this moment, but it was obvious that it wasn't what she needed to hear. As much as it pained me, I just couldn't tell her.
"I do think of you like a sister, but just forget it, princess."
Princess was a nickname that she earned when I saw her wearing that medieval dress. I still remembered when I had flown over Aragon and saw her in that stunning dress.
I spotted Data in Aragon, speaking with Princess Dora. She looked… so beautiful in that dress. I smirked,
"Well, you're officially my princess," I complimented her, "You look so beautiful in that dress, princess."
I felt my core swell when I saw her blush in embarrassment. She was adorable when she blushed.
"Why are you so upset," I asked.
I needed to know who to punish.
"Ghostwriter," She finally sighed, "We had a fight."
I growled,
"What did that idiotic poet do?"
I sat down beside her, she needed someone to talk to. I wasn't happy, however. As a mate, Ghostwriter shouldn't be the cause of her tears and her frustration. No, he should comfort her and if he wasn't going to do that… then I would.
"I don't take too kindly to being told what to do- yes, I obey your rules but your rules are different. You're honestly doing what you think is right- not trying to be all powerful like the Observants or doing it out of jealously like Ghostwriter was doing."
"Jealousy?"
She blushed as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. I wondered just who could that poet be jealous of… Me, probably. Good- he knew a threat when he saw one. If he wasn't careful, I was going to steal Data from him.
"Well, jealously and anger. He called me an idiot and that roughly said that since I was a girl I couldn't decide things and- one thing led to another and here I am, heading to Ember's lair."
She tried to smile, but it came out as a wince. My mouth was set in a deep frown and I clenched my fists. I didn't realize that I had grabbed her hand and was squeezing it. I doubted she even realized that I was even holding her hand.
"It's not right for a male to be so sexist or call you an idiot."
"Is that one of your rules," she asked.
I shook my head,
"No. A moral."
She bit her lip. She's… beautiful. She looked so helpless. I wanted to be the one that protected her- though I knew I couldn't, not with Ghostwriter still in the picture. I wanted nothing more, however, then to sweep Data into my arms and take her- kiss her, love her…
"Just be careful, princess, I don't want to see you hurt," I said looking at her sadly.
I brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, making her jump. I didn't move my hand though as it slid down her cheek. She was so beautiful. I wanted to savor the feeling of her soft skin against my hand. Our faces were close together. I noticed that Ghostwriter was watching from a distance- fuming. I wanted to kiss her right then and there- just to show him that he wasn't the only one that could kiss her and love her.
She jumped up- I had startled her.
"Thanks for the talk, Walker."
I debated about whether or not to make my move. I moved close to her, wanting to kiss her, but I just backed away in the end.
"Be careful."
The Child- Chapter 22: MiniMe Part 2
I regretted that I couldn't get drunk. I wanted to drink away my sorrows. I wanted to just forget what I had seen, but it was impossible to forget Data's smile of absolute pride and joy and the shine of love in her eyes as she had looked at the bundle in her arms. I had to admit that Anastasia was a beautiful little girl- stunning, an image of Data and Ghostwriter… I wondered that if Data ever did chose me if that child would have been ours instead.