Engagement Troubles


Stars of Gold


Chapter 12: Realization

Sally watched them in hatred. They were cuddling and being so fucking lovey-dovey. She hated them.

No, she hated her. That peasant who stole Drew. The bitch who had just waltzed in and charmed Sally's man. And he fell for it hook, line and sinker. He was going to marry her!

No. Sally wouldn't let that happen. No way. There was no way she was going to let this one go.

"It was a lie," she growled out, her hand diving into her pocket as she attracted Drew and May's attention. "It was all supposed to be a lie! Your being together– it was fake! It wasn't real!"

"It was real," said Drew softly, standing up and facing Sally, cautious for some reason. "We just... never realized."

Immediately, Sally's rage escalated tremendously. Those words...!

"No!" Sally bit out. "No. This– I won't let this happen!"

"Please–" May began.

"Shut up, bitch!" Sally snarled at May, pulling a pocket knife and unfolding it with a push of a button. The soft 'shnick' of the blade as it popped out brought a grin to Sally's face. There was no way in hell she was going to let this happen. Not again.

"Sally! What's gotten into you?" Drew demanded, stepping forward to protect May almost instinctively. He never let go of her hand even as he did so, and that just pissed Sally off even further. "That's dangerous!"

"No shit, Sherlock," Sally said with a mocking smile as she advanced step by step. "Why do you think I brought it out? Leave her, Drew. Leave her, or I swear I'll kill her."

Drew raised his head, staring down at Sally stubbornly. "You'll have to go through me first."

Sally narrowed her eyes, her lips pursed into a thin white line. "So be it," she said coldly, harshly. "If I can't have you, no one can!"

She lunged for Drew, so quickly neither Drew nor May had any time to even move. She grinned a twisted grin. After they'd died, Drew would surely go to heaven, and the filthy peasant would surely go to hell. Once Sally was sure they had died, she would join her Drew in eternal life, where no whore could steal him away ever again.

Sally felt the blade in her hand stab into flesh and her mind snapped back into the present. Who had she killed first, Drew or May?

A low baritone voice that was most decidedly not May nor Drew growled from above her head, "Stay away from my son!"

Then there were familiar arms restraining her, and Sally thrashed and kicked as hard as she could. "Let me go, Seth!" she screeched, turning her head backwards to glare at her traitorous twin. "I have to do this! Let me go! I won't let this happen again! I won't!"

"This isn't the same, Sally," Seth said softly. He was upset, and somehow that made Sally angrier. "Drew isn't Logan."

Seth's face was blurred for some reason, and Sally was angry. She wanted justice! Seth of all people should understand that! "I don't care!" she spat back viciously, feeling wetness on her cheeks and cursing herself for it. "LET ME GO!"

Seth turned her around and hugged her tightly, and Sally felt all the fight drain out of her at the simple gesture. She broke down, sobbing as she wound her arms around Seth and fisted her hands in his shirt. Her knees gave way, but Seth held her up, strong and firm.

"I'm sorry," she whispered into his shoulder.

"I know," said Seth quietly. "I know."

Then the world went black, and Sally let herself go, knowing that her brother was there to keep her safe.


"So be it," said Sally, her eyes furious and almost crazy. "If I can't have you, no one can!"

Then she lunged for us, and I knew that we were definitely dead. There was no way either of us was going to be able to dodge the attack in time. This... this was a time for last words.

I gripped Drew's hand in mine tightly and stepped forward to put us on even ground. "I love you," I said softly, and by then Sally's arm was coming down in a swift arc. I braced myself, closed my eyes, for some reason didn't experience my life flashing before my eyes, which I found strange, and then there was the sound of the blade slipping into fragile human flesh, a sound I will carry with me till the day I die.

My first thought was of Drew. I wasn't hurt, or at least I didn't think so, so the sound must have been...

I opened my eyes and stared, gaping, at the Andrew's back.

"Stay away from my son!" he growled threateningly, though there was an unmistakable tone of pain in his voice.

"D-Dad," said Drew, as if in shock. Andrew swayed on his feet for a little while, then his legs gave way. Drew caught him, and I could only look on in shock at the sight of the knife sticking out of Andrew's abdomen.

"Dad," Drew whispered, actually crying now. If it weren't so serious an issue, I would have taken a picture. "No. Dad."

"I– I'll get help!" I stuttered once I managed to figure out what to do with myself. I ran as quickly as I could, barely even noticing Seth and Sally a few feet away. Andrew loved his son, even if he wasn't really Andrew's son. For Drew to lose that... would be like hell.

I ran faster.


Three hours. It was only three hours later that I could breathe again. Eloise and her children dashed into the ward as soon as the doctors allowed them to see Andrew. I stayed outside since I wasn't a relative.

"He okay?"

I looked up to see Seth coming towards me, looking tired and sad. "I'm sorry that Sally did all this. She's sorry, too."

I wasn't ready to forgive her. Not when she'd just tried to kill Drew and I. "She should come and say it herself," I said harshly, crossing my arms. "What's her deal?"

Seth sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he sat down on the bench next to me. "Sally and I... we've had things happen in our past," he said vaguely, hesitantly. "Not many know this about us, but I think you deserve to know, after... after all this."

I was curious. "Go on."

Seth took a deep breath. "Right. Well... you know our dad, Alan?" I vaguely remembered a nervous, slightly overweight man sitting next to the twins at dinner and nodded. "Right, the truth is... he isn't our biological dad."

What was it with this place and not having biological fathers?

"See, our first dad, he... he was bad news. Mom used to be really busy, always working and everything. She used to leave us with him, and when she did... it was bad." Seth's eyes darkened as if remembering something unpleasant, but before I could even try to comfort him, he continued, "He used to... do things to us. Like... like touch us." Seth looked at me meaningfully and I felt my jaw drop in disbelief.

"Yeah," said Seth, looking at the ground. "Mom found out after a while, and she immediately kicked his ass to the curb. But by then... he'd already forced himself on us. We... we found it hard to trust anyone after that, and most people left us alone, but there was a pair of friends, a boy and a girl, who somehow managed to worm their way into our lives.

"They were the closest to us, and they helped us heal. The boy was closer to Sally, and I got close to the girl. They were our best friends after each other, and Sally fell for the boy, hard, when we were ten. I... fell just as hard for the girl when we were eleven. They seemed to like us back, really, and we... we fooled around a bit, and they helped us get over all our... issues... even though they didn't know about it.

"Then one summer, they went to some sort of camp. Sally and I were bored and missing them, but when they came back..."

"...They were together," I finished breathlessly, vaguely remembering Sally saying something about "not again." Seth smiled sadly. "Yes. They were. They said that they had never realized before how much they loved each other."

"It was all supposed to be a lie! Your being together– it was fake! It wasn't real!"

"It was real. We just... never realized."

And Sally seemed so much angrier after that... I finally understood why.

Seth didn't seem to notice my epiphany and continued his story, "Sally... took it pretty hard. She would want to hunt them down and call them and just bitch to them, but I wouldn't let her. It wasn't worth it, I told her. Those scumbags weren't worth it."

"And you?" I asked gently.

Seth laughed bitterly. "Me? I lived with it. Hell, I'm still living with it. But Sally... she always got the brunt of our biological father's attacks. She was prettier than me, and when I tried to protect her, he'd punish me by punishing her. She... she really opened her heart to the guy, Logan, and he didn't realize how deeply she trusted him. He broke her heart, and maybe even her soul. We moved away after the... incident. Mom knew something happened, but she didn't pry.

"When we moved in here, Drew was really nice to Sally and I. He took the time to get to know her. They became friends. She told him what happened with Logan, cheating on her and all, but not about our biological father. He comforted her, and he became her rebound crush."

Yeah, that sounded like Drew. Being all nice under that arrogant exterior. Closet romantic, that boy.

"He left to become a Coordinator before anything could happen. Sally wanted to follow him, but I wouldn't, and she refused to go anywhere without me," Seth shrugged. "And... here we are. She never really got over him, even after all this time."

"Is she... okay?" I asked hesitantly.

"She's seeing the shrink right now," Seth said darkly, narrowing his eyes. "I just... I should have been able to see this coming. I should have been able to stop her before it got this far. She's my twin, my other half, I...!"

"Hey," I interrupted him gently. "It's okay. I don't blame you. It's not your fault. How could you have known that she was so..." I searched for a word, but failed miserably. I didn't want to offend him, but I couldn't find a word that conveyed my meaning without being too mean.

"Psycho?" Seth suggested, laughing bitterly. "Yeah, well... I still should have seen it coming."

"May," said Drew quietly as he stepped out of the hospital ward. I stood as I turned to him. "Is he okay?"

"He wants to see you," said Drew, but he was smiling a little, so I figured it couldn't be too bad. I nodded and waved a goodbye to Seth, who sent me a weak smile in return.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the hospital ward to see the man who had saved my life.


DISCLAIMER: Satoshi Tajiri was not killed in the Japan earthquake/tsunami (thank god), so no, the rights to Pokemon have not passed on to me. Yeah.

This... was supposed to wrap things up. I swear to God, this was supposed to be the epilogue. It was supposed to be totally normal and fluffy and pretty pointless. It wasn't supposed to become so... angsty. I don't know. I was in the bathroom. This popped into my brain. Sally's passiveness bugged me a little, I guess.


I shall reveal now that I am actually –drumroll – 15 years old! Yay! I was 13 when I started this.I left it alone for so long, I aged two years in the process. xD

Yes. That's done. Congrats to Escarlatina who guessed it right, and to an anon reviewer gee gee, who I suspect to be a friend from school...

Will update soon, hopefully. (That means probably not.) Review anyway to nag me on how long I let this fic collect dust!


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