Oh. My. God. I lay there, paralyzed for a few moments, I couldn't tell whether I was screaming inside or out, or whether this was all a dream or really happening. Clive… he was alive? I suddenly realized what all the numbers on the doors stood for. Rosetta and Luke from District 1, Amelia from District 4, Clive and Becky from District 5, Sammy from District 6, Arianna and Crow from District 8, Katia from District 10, Nina from District 11, and finally Ilyana from District 12.
They were all alive.
"Flora!" The Professor came running from the conference room, sweat dripped from his brow. He slid to the floor, even in his pajamas; he still wore his top hat, "Flora are you alright?" His hand slipped under my back and lifted me forwards, I wanted to throw up.
"Cl-cl-cl-cl," I stuttered, I couldn't get the words out. It was too painful.
"Uh," he tried to make it sound like a question, but it came out as a relief, "I thought you were hurt," He pulled me into his chest and stroked my hair, "Flora, what do you think you were doing?"
"I had to know," tears began to stream down my cheeks and wet his soft shirt, "And now that I know, please can I talk to him?" I sucked in air warily, "Pl-please," I coughed slightly, the uncomfortable noise you make when you cry rattled my vocal cords.
"Flora," the Professor began, "It's very complicated, we didn't want you to know about him, or any of them until…"
"Until when?" I raised my head up from his now soaked pajama shirt, "If you knew he was alive, why didn't you say so?"
"Because Flora," he looked me right in the eye, "We didn't know if he was alive."
"What- what do-"
"Never mind, I'll explain in the morning," he tried to stand me up, but my legs turned to gelatin, and I wobbled to keep my balance.
"Please," I pleaded, his arms gripped my forearms and he supported me while I regained what little balance I had left, "Please, I need to speak to him." I felt tears build once again in my eyes, my vision was foggy.
"Flora, I'm not really allowed," he began.
"Please," I fell into him, wetting his shirt once more, "Please, please, please," I muttered. I could hear him sigh.
"I know how hard it is Flora," he rubbed my back, "I know what kinds of pain you're feeling," I heard him sigh once more, it was deep and regretful, "And I know how much trouble I'll get into for opening the door. But… I can make an exception, for you my dear," I smiled as wide as my lips could go and pulled away from his sopping wet pajama shirt.
"Thank you," my voice was very quiet; it was as loud as I could manage. I watched as he pulled the key from his pocket, for whatever reason he had it in his pajama pant pocket, but I didn't want to ask why. I just wanted to see Clive, for one more time.
The anticipation tore right through me, I seemed as if years passed until he placed the key in the lock and pulled the door open. I saw him, standing there, his back faced me.
"There you go dear," the Professor tried to smile, but his lips were curved. He obviously knew he was going to get in trouble for this. As I walked into the room I gave him a nod and slowly made my way closer to him. I heard the door close behind me, and we were alone.
"Ah-ah," I tried to say something but no words escaped my lips. I took a few steps closer, then closer, so close that I could reach out and touch him, "Clive." He turned around and wrapped arms all the way around me. My face was pressed into his chest, I could smell him, I could smell jasmine. After a long time, he started talking to me.
"How are you, Archer?" I felt my lips curve and tears fill my eyelids.
"I've missed you so much!" I sobbed into his paper smock, "You have no idea how hard it's been Clive!" I cried.
"Flora," he stroked my head, "Please don't cry, please." I lifted my head from his wet smock.
"I never took it off," I began quietly. At first he was completely puzzled, and had no virtual idea of what I was talking about. But then he realized what I meant.
"Not once," I pulled my hand in front of his eyes, the amethyst glittered in the lights.
"Flora, I," he pulled me into his chest and started to hum softly. I knew this song.
"Towards the end of our journey," I whispered.
"Towards the end of our journey,"
Hiya! I'm so so so so so sorry about the shortness of this chapter. I wanted it to be longer, but I couldn't seem to get to be any longer. I hope that this isn't too weird for some of you, I wanted to be like their robots sort of, they're being "fixed" but they're not robots, their real humans going under lots and lots of surgery haha. Again, I want to thank everyone for reviewing! And also, I know it goes against my rules but I'm going to start a fourth fic, very very soon. It's a surprise, but I really want to start it! Thanks! Peace out girl scout! –Lil
PS: You can guess which one by just looking at my profile, one of the ideas there are going to be the new one.
PSS: It's NOT The Tales of Old Time London and Beyond