Hi, everyone! This is my first fanfiction on this fandom. It's from Amy's POV and her experience being Sophie's sister, keeping the secret of the Lost Cities, and basically lying to her parents every day. I hope you like it!
Chapter One (After Nightfall)Â [1]
"Mom? Dad?" I peek inside my new home and start towards the slowly waking forms of my parents. "Are you okay?"
"N-Natalie?" Mom blinks as she regained consciousness. "What happened?"
"Car accident," I say gently. "We swerved, and there was a driver, and..."
Mom takes my hands in hers. "Oh, honey. I'm sorry. I wasn't there for you. It must have been really hard."
"I know." I lower my head and retract my hands - the picture of disappointment and sadness. "But the point is that we got through it together. And we'll get through it together too."
Dad raises his head. "Natalie? Kate? Is that you?"
"Dad!" I rush over to him, a happiness rushing through my veins at the sight of him. Not a scratch on him. Those elvin healers are really something. "You're alright!"
"Why wouldn't I..." Dad gasps as the memories seem to hit him. "Oh no...the car accident. Natalie! Kate! Do you - "
"We're okay, Dad," I say. "Well, as okay as we can be. The physicians - I mean, the ones in the hospital - they are excellent. They treated us really well, but they gave you and Mom something to help you sleep after such a traumatic experience. Guess it really knocked you out."
"How much did we miss?" Mom asks, propping herself onto the nearest armchairs using her elbows.
"Not much. Watson and Marty are completely fine and waiting." I smirk and hold up one hand as a gesture for them to wait. Then I peek outside and beckon to the cat and dog for them to come inside.
Mom laughs as Watson tackles her with a big sloppy kiss. "Gentle, Watson, gently," she scolds, but she's smiling.
Dad yelps as Marty, purring, slinks over and rubs himself onto Dad's legs. Various pieces of lint and other unidentified objects pour out of his fluffy gray fur.
"That cat," Dad grumbles, sounding so much like Grady that I giggle.
Mom takes my hand again. "You're really alright, Natalie? You weren't injured?"
"Not even a bruise," I assure her. Mom looks mostly satisfied, and grips my arms tightly.
"Natalie, we were so worried for you," she says softly. "Don't scare us like that again, picking your way out of the car's wreckage and running away. I know it was to get help, but..."
"I know, Mom," I tell her. "I was just...scared. It wasn't an experience I'd like to relieve again."
"Me neither," Mom murmurs, and it's both heartbreaking and relieving that she doesn't seem to remember anything about Sophie or the Neverseen kidnapping her and Dad.
I think of Sophie and slip one hand into my pocket, feeling the coolness of the silver Imparter. Mr. Forkle promised that he'd check in occasionally, and he'd better. I'm expecting it.
"Sweetheart?" Mom asks, drawing me out of my thoughts. "Want to get a bite to eat?"
"Oh, definitely," I answer, smiling. "I'm starving."
As I help them to the kitchen, a new thought crosses my mind. One that nearly makes me stop straight in my tracks, but I manage a weak smile and carry on.
I can't wait to see Sophie again. But I don't know if I ever will.
And that's what scares me the most.