What the Camera Doesn't See
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Title: What the Camera Doesn't See: Epilogue (a section for those that hate cliffhangers)
Author: Genji
Disclaimer & Warnings: See Part I
Denotations:
'thoughts'
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Written story
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{Written Words}
"Dialog"
*emphasis* think italics
~*~ Change of scene
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Sometimes disillusionment
Is the best thing that can happen.
You don't keep on chasing
The Impossible dream.
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Krista grinned as the closing credits ran across the screen. However, not everyone seemed to have enjoyed what they had just seen. Ida was too caught up with her puppy to notice. Morganna was sketching something, something that looked like Quatre with Sandra at his feet. Elly was hard at work proofing her own writing. Lucie had persuaded her to try for publication once again.
Lucie got up from the floor and turned the TV off. It crackled and then was still. Her blond hair was tied in a loose ponytail at the base of her neck, from the front she looked surprisingly like the Arab actor that Morganna was endeavoring to draw.
"So, what do we do now?" Krista asked, stretching lazily.
Lucie shook her head. "I don't know, but it doesn't seem to hold the same charm as before. Maybe we should find another obsession."
"Hey, you said yourself it was a healthy attraction," Morganna interjected, adding fur to the paper Sandra.
"I suppose I'm gonna hafta eat my words, then. Some things can just go too far."
"Why the sudden change, Luce?" Krista asked, pushing her hair, which had now lightened to include blond streaks, behind her ears. Already a glazed look was coming over her, as she reviewed the events that had just taken place on screen, skewing them to fit her own twisted design.
"Disillusionment."
"Huh? Use smaller words. It's summer and I've lost the majority of my intelligence," Krista remarked, reaching for a magazine covered by five familiar faces.
"Disappointment. That small enough?"
"Uh-huh. So what brought about this delusion-a-ment thingy?"
"Disillusionment," Morganna corrected.
"Remember when we went to pick-up Sandra?"
"And we did," Ida remarked happily, petting the troublesome puppy.
"Yeah," Krista said, opening the magazine. "So what?"
"You could see all the props. And everything, everything there was fake. Not one thing was what it actually was. Nothing but lies." Lucie took a deep breath. "You ever see someone you admire fail? Like the first time you realized that your folks weren't perfect, and it was then that you stopped putting them on a pedestal an' stuff. Well, that's what happened."
"But you knew that before," Morganna said, continuing her work on Quatre.
"There's something different between knowing it, and actually seeing it. If you don't see it, you can still pretend. But then you fall--hard."
"So, what do you suggest?" Krista asked, putting down the stapled packet of colored paper.
"Let's go to the mall, check out some guys and then, I don't know, go to the coast or something. I'm sure Sandra'd be happy to come along."
"But she could run away," Ida said, "and then I might never see her again."
"Have you heard of a leash? It's a piece of material that attaches you to your animal," Morganna remarked, trying not to smile.
Ida threw a pillow at her. "I knew that."
"Come on, let's get outta here," Lucie urged, tossing the strap of leather at Ida.
Elly smiled, and got up from where she had been working. "I believe that's the smartest thing I've heard you say since this all began."
"Oh, so my saying, 'Please, please, please submit this to a publisher' was not smart?"
"Luce, you know what I mean."
"Do I?"
"You'd better. Or else." Elly grinned, and opened the door. The summer air filtered in, calling the incarcerated inmates of the house outside. Ida's black jeep sat next to Lucie's pickup.
"Which one?" Morganna asked, folding her artwork into a crane for no particular reason.
"Ida's. I'm not in the mood to have Sandra running around in the back of my car," Lucie remarked, opening the passenger side door.
"Kris?" Ida called, locking the door behind her.
"Yeah?"
"Bring your wallet. You're paying for the gas."
~OWARI~
Thanks go to:
My hard working beta-readers, R-chan, Danielle, Scherazade, and Echo (she decided to join us for one last time!)
Dedication:
To the unidealized Morganna, Lucie, Ida and Elly. Special glomps to Elly and Lucie. Elly for making her seem like the bitch she never is and Lucie for making her a subject to my torments. Sorry you didn't get to 'be' with Trowa, like I promised.
© 2001 by Genji. Please do not remove without permission.
