Okay, I just saw the movie today and feel in love with it. I had to write a fanfic for it, it was just so amazing! Really sad though. Anyway, its been over a year and Henry hasn't visited Clare and Alba. So something must have happened… read and find out for yourself. I never read the book, but I hope I did justice enough for it and the film.
Disclaimer: I do own The Time Traveler's Wife or Lord of the Rings. Yes, LOTR has sneaked into here, due to Alba reading it in the film. God, I love that series! And I couldn't resist. I'm reading it right now and I am really on The Return of the King, though not the same chapter as Alba sadly. Also, this story is somewhat based off the song Broken by Lifehouse. I do not own that either though, dang it! So you can listen to the song if you want while reading, it may make more sense a little.
Also I'm sorry if I got the dates mixed up, but they seemed to work. Read on!
Alba lay in her bed, sleeping. Though apparently it wasn't restful, for she kept tossing and turning. She moaned and the blankets started to get twisted around her. She was having a nightmare.
Please don't go!
You haven't seen me in over a year!
Don't leave me and Mama!
In the dream he only smiled and walked away to a blinding light. After he walked through it, the dream darkened and everything in the meadow started to die. The trees blackened and the flowers welted and grass turned to ash.
Alba started to cry and then she woke up.
She touched her face, expecting tears. Instead, it was dry. She didn't understand it, if crying didn't wake her up what did then?
Then there was small noise. It seemed to be coming from the floorboards beside her bed…
Jumping out of bed ever so quietly, she pressed her ear to the cold floor.
Tick Tock Tick Tock…
Alba drew the floorboard piece off and reached inside. When her hands grasped onto it, she pulled it out.
It's a travel clock.
It was a golden, yet antique clock. It was smooth as glass and round as button with a little handle on it.
Why would it start now to work?
She looked over it carefully and when she turned it, it opened up and inside was a note. The clock's hands kept moving making that Tick Tock Tick Tock... sound, though they were backwards. Like time was trying to go back.
Alba opened up the message with somewhat shaking, but firm fingers. It was folded ever so small, to fit in the clock, so when she got it undone, it was creased all over. But it was still readable.
This is what it said:
My dearest little girl, if you have found this it means that I have moved on. As you know I'm dead, but my younger self was still able to visit. Not anymore sweetheart, as you have found out the hard way. I can't see you or your mother anymore. I'm sorry if I made you wait, but you need to move on with life too. Don't let me keep you into the past. I will always love you and your mother. God, I miss you guys so much. I wanted to see you grow up, get braces and go to prom. I wanted to walk you down the aisle to the man of your dreams and be a Grampa to your kids someday. I can't and I hope you understand Alba. Give the best to your mother from me and I love you.
P.S. Turn the clock clockwise sweetheart. I had to turn it back to keep it to the present, for I sent it and this letter with it after you were born. When you go to sleep, think of me with this clock as a reminder. Hope your enjoying reading Lord of the Rings. It was one of my favorites as a kid.
After reading it, Alba let just one tear, just one, fall. It seemed wrong, kind of inappropriate for her to cry. She had a loving mother, an amazing home, the best friends ever, but it just wasn't enough. Not without her Daddy.
She wiped it away quickly and folded the letter and put it on her dresser next to her bed. On it were her things, her book she was reading, The Return of the King, her hairbrush, a little jewelry box and a little diary.
How am I supposed to put this clock next to my things?
It's a complete stranger to me.
Though I suppose it will be a comfort, it is after all from Daddy.
She closed the lid shut and got up. She put it on her dresser when she just remembered she had to change it. She made a move to grab it, but it slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor, clanking as loud as thunder.
"Oh no please, don't be-"She said quietly, but panicked as she bent down to grab it. When she picked it up, her worst fear came true: it was broken. The travel clock was broken and there wasn't a sound to be heard from it.
Alba felt like her heart was broken too. For she couldn't hear a beat from it. But it was still beating, but sound just seemed to disappear from the world, for when she screamed she didn't hear herself.
Her mother came running into the room not a minute later, her eyes frantic as she looked for her daughter. Turning the light on, she saw her on the floor and got down to ground next to her, wrapping her arms around her.
"Honey, shh, shh, its okay. Just hold onto to me and it will be okay." She said, though she felt how would anything be all right when her daughter was time traveler like her father, her father who was dead? It hurt when he wasn't there, for both of them.
Whimpering and burying her face into her mother's safe warm arms like a little kid, Alba said "I know Mama. I'm holding on."
They just stayed like that, wrapped in each others arms for who knows how long.
After a while, Alba pulled away and told her mother what happened. She still held on to one of her hands, and it stiffened when she told the part about the letter. She laughed though a little about how Lord of the Rings was one of his favorite books, but it was a sad laugh too. She would never get to know all of his favorite things he loved as a kid, not everything.
When she finished, Clare said "I just wish he was able to tell us himself sweetpea. I'm sorry you have to go through this. I'm trying the best I can, but I feel like sometimes I don't know what I'm doing."
Alba said "Were still healing Mama. The pain will go away, but we will still miss him. Always. He would want us to be happy."
Clare nodded, wiping tears from her own eyes. Her daughter was so brave. Nodding and putting on a small smile she said "Want me to read you a chapter of your book? I know I haven't read to you since you were 5,but-"
"I would love you to Mama." Alba said, interrupting her mother. She knew it would make her mother happy and besides, she wanted to be comforted.
"Okay then. Lets get comfy, shall we?" Clare said.
They got up and both got under the warm colorful blankets on Alba's bed. Clare propped up the pillows and grabbed the book on Alba's dresser.
She began to read "Chapter 3: Mount Doom. Sam put his ragged orc-cloak under his master's head…"
After finishing the chapter, she kissed daughter's head and whispered "Goodnight." Alba was fast asleep and didn't even move when her mother got out of the bed.
She picked up the small clock from the floor and held it to her heart for a moment. It was Henry's gift, his last gift to his baby girl. It was also somewhat a curse, for he wasn't going to come back, but this did.
Sighing, she put it on Alba's dresser and when she left the room she thought At least it won't keep her up all night now.
She turned the light off and shut the door.
Thanks for reading! I'll try to get to work on my other works…