Rated G
Ending to Story Starter #2
"I'm sorry... I found it and--"
"And you got curious." He sighed and ran a hand over his nose and mouth in a gesture that was so like Mike's it made Davy shudder again. Peter muttered something under his breath. Davy could not understand the words, but the voice suddenly held an unmistakeable accent.
Davy's eyes went huge. "Peter?"
Peter shook his head. "Go ahead. Read it. Read it ALL. Then come talk to me. I'll be in the kitchen." He spun on his heel and left, his fists clenching and unclenching.
Shaking, Davy picked up the book again. He settled it on his lap and ran his fingers over it, stunned by the order.
Then he opened it to the first page and read.
After the first ten pages, he realised what he was reading was not a journal. It was a story. A first-person adventure/spy story told from the POV of two competing spies. It held twists and turns and plot points that drew him in and wouldn't let him go.
He also realised that the dates were the dates Peter had written it. He could recognise himself and the others in the tale, each cast on both sides of the plot. Bits and pieces of their personalities and foibles were cobbled together for characters.
With that in mind, he was startled to find himself back at the 7/27/1967 entry. There was no more.
He closed it with a snap and all but ran into the kitchen. "Well?" he demanded, his face lit with eagerness. "What happens next? Does Dominic get out of East Berlin before he's caught? What about the plan Sebastian has in mind for his three cronies? Is he going to get caught?"
Peter grinned that fantastic grin at him. "You'll just have to wait and see. Give me time to get it out." Then the grin faded into a scowl. "But I DID NOT appreciate your raiding my personal stuff. You've never done that before and I was SO disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry, Peter. I won't do it again."
Peter nodded. "Fantastic. Then I'll let you read what I do every week, all right?"
"Fantastic!" Davy cheered. Then he frowned. "Uh....look, Peter, when you were so angry earlier..."
"I drawled. I know." He smiled and his voice held an unmistakeable Southern accent as he finished, "When I'm under stress, I revert."
"Revert?" Davy's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"You didn't know? Mike's my cousin."
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