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tracksidequeen · 2 years

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Romancing the Parabolica

Summary: Toto takes you on a date around the old Monza Parabolica.

Words: 900+

a/n: Thank you for your patience, it’s been 7 months since the original fic randomly got deleted by tumblr. As soon as I realised back then I re-wrote it almost word for word, so this is the product of that. I tried not changing it too much, so it’s funny.. you can really see how my writing has evolved. Nonethless, I hope you like it.

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“Before we go back to the motorhome I want to show you the big banking of the old track, wanna come?”

With a smile on his face and in good spirits Toto tells the Martin to take a little de-tour after the successful Monza win. The car enters the closed-off track and you realise he wasn’t kidding about the big banking. He looks back at you from the front seat with boyish excitement, to see your reaction.

Martin steers the car up the banking on Toto’s command, and it goes up in an angle you’ve never experienced before. You slide around the back seat, and desperately you try to hold on to something for dear life to keep yourself steady. He looks back at you, laughing at the fear on your face.

“No, Toto, this is not funny! We’re sliding down!” He reaches his hand back to hold yours. “No worries schatzi, they used to drive here before.” But that did not calm you nerves at all. “Well, Martin here isn’t exactly a formula one driver.” You clench his hand tighter, and he realises you actually afraid. “Go down Martin,” he says with a stern voice. “Now.”

Without question Martin goes down the ramp, and suddenly the car was standing horizontally again, and it slowed down to a halt.

“We’ll be back in a moment.” Toto steps out of and opens your door.

The glow of the sunset on your face, the crickets in the background and the romantic atmosphere was set with Toto continuously flirting with you, trying to swoon you away with his awkwardly delivered pick-up lines.

“Fai impallidire la luna in confronto, perché sei la mia stella.”

You smile up at him,“sweetie, as nice as that just sounded, I have no clue what you just said.”

“You make the moon look pale in comparison, because you are my star.” You smiled at how cheesy it was, but you secretly loved every moment of it. He placed his arm around you.

His pace goes to a halt abruptly, and he looks up at the banking with a grin on his face. “We should go up.” You look up at what looks like a normal wall. “There’s no way I am going up there. Besides, I’m not wearing good shoes,” you say with a faux sad face. He crouches down, “let me make it easy for you then.” He takes off your heals and places them at the bottom of the banking. Now you have no excuse other that your complete fear.

With ease he goes up, and looks back at the progress you’ve made. You walk up on all fours, not the most charming position. “You’re doing great schatzi!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement, because you could just imagine how silly you must look. Focussed on not sliding down you hear the shutter of a camera. “I swear.. If these pictures become public-” He looks at them as is he had just taken a spicy picture of you. “No, they are for my enjoyment only”

You feel the cold asphalt slightly scraping at your feet. “Toto stop laughing and help me!” He goes down and stands at the foot of the bank with his arms reaching out to catch your fall. He loved teasing you, but he wouldn’t dare let something happen to you.

As you crawl backwards you hear the sound of another camera shutter. Toto takes you in his arms as soon as you’re down, and shows you his phone. You see a photo of you with your ass sticking up and your head looking back with a face of desperation - which is up for interpretation. “Now, this one I’m definitely keeping.” He looks at you with devilish eyes. “I’m glad my suffering is of entertainment to you.” You press you head against his chest, and chuckle, while you’re trying to calm down.

You continue to walk on, “you know the banking has an 80 percent gradient, now imagine-” He continues explaining it with so much passion, one hand around you, the other in motion of the story he is telling.

You’re feeling slightly cold, and stupid you didn’t think of bringing a jacket. You nuzzle into him trying to warm yourself up with the heat of his body. “- are you aright, schatzi?” Without waiting for an answer he places his jacket around your shoulders and rubs his hands against your arm to warm you up.

He continues talking, and you look at him. The beauty he is. The way his undone hair bounces on his fore head, how his cheekbones and nose glow in the dimming light from the sunset, how the corners of his mouth curl up mid-sentence as he is talking, the slight stubble on his jawline. He caught you looking at him.“Shatzi, you shouldn’t be looking at me. Look over there.” He pointed at the curb of the parabolica in the distance.”

He continues his story and looks at you, “-it’s amazing, no?” You look at him with a smile. “Yes, it’s all very impressive.” “Have you even listened to what I said? I’m probably boring you.” “Yes I have heard every single word, and it is amazing.” You look at him with a smile. “And, babe, you could never bore me.” His arm around your shoulders pulls you in tighter, as he nods his head back towards the car in the distance. “Shall we go back? Then I can continue not boring you for the rest of the night.”

You walk back using the headlights of the car as a guide, as the sky as turned indigo and your surrounding have become nearly indistinguishable. The two of you go back to the motorhome where he spoils you for the rest of the night, pleasing you, showing you just how much he truly loves you.

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 4 years

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Terrible Dancers

Prompt: You are spending the holidays at the burrow with George, Fred, Ginny and the golden trio. The house is packed most of the time, which is fine seeing you love everyone there *cough* especially Fred *cough* but when you get a chance of having some guaranteed alone time, you take it to your advantage. Only realizing you weren't totally alone when Fred comes downstairs to see you dancing around the living room in your pajamas, leading to a dance battle, laughing, and a confession.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, cute things, that's it I thing?

A/N:Is this probably the lamest, most corny, most bazar fic I’ve ever written? Yes, but this idea came to me when I was listening to ABBA in the car and I couldn’t not write it, So there will be 80s muggle music references in this to give you the full ⭐experience ⭐ . Anyway I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave any fic recs.

A/N2: I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS AND OMG PLEASE PLAY THE SONG I’LL WRITE IN WHEN JUST OMG IM CRYING.

You were currently sat on on of the couches in the burrow, your legs kicked up in front of you as you read a book. It was one of the few times you were able to find some quiet in the burrow. You loved the burrow, you thought of it as your second home, but with Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and yourself all staying for the Holidays, you had to admit it was a bit crowded.

However, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had least earlier in the day, saying they were running errands, which was probably code for doing something illegal, but you knew they were fine so you took the opportunity to finally catch up on a book Hermione had recommended to you.

After about an hour of reading, Molly walked in, greeting you with a smile that lit up the room. You smiled back, marking your place in your book and putting it down beside you.

“Hello dear, the boys and I were going to head off and do some last minute holiday shopping, would you like to join us?” She asked.

“I’ve gotten all my shopping done, so I think I’ll just stay in today if that alright?” You asked.

“Of course! Though you will be here alone, you know where everything is if you need something?” Molly asked, concern in her voice. You nodded.

“Yes, thank you” You smiled.

“Alright, we’ll be back by sundown, try to enjoy the peace and quiet” Molly joked, making you laugh.

“I will, have fun!” You said, watching as Molly left the room headed towards the fireplace, before opening your book again to continue reading.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before you started feeling antsy. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The burrow was known for always being active and full of laughing, happy people, so now that the only sound in the whole house was the steady ticking of the clock, you had to admit, it was a little freaky being the only one here.

You quickly closed your book, and idea popping into your head. You decided to bring your Walkman when you left to go to the burrow just in case you ever needed to block out the noise. You hadn’t used it at all so far, and now seemed like the perfect time.

You ran upstairs into the room you were sharing with Ginny and Hermione, digging through your bag and pulling out the rectangular object. Your parents had made you a mixtape of your favorite songs before you left, and while you loved some popular wizard singers, you missed your music.

You ran back downstairs, putting the Walkman down and pressing play, the music instantly starting up, playing one of your favorite songs.

A Man After Midnight, by ABBA

You walked to the empty area in front of the couch and started to dance, swaying your hips a bit, before starting to sing the words.

“Half past twelve and I’m watching the late show in my flat all alone, how I hate to spend the evening on my own.”

As you were singing you started swaying around the room, grabbing your wand to use as a microphone, and continuing to get more and more energetic as the song went on.

“Is there a soul out there?”

You stopped moving just tapping your foot, slowly raising the hand that wasn’t holding the wand.

“Someone to hear my prayers........”

“Gimme Gimme Gimme a man after midnight!” You sang at the top of your lungs, jumping around the room and singing into your wand. You were so lost in the moment, you didn’t notice the figure walking down the stairs, until-

“Take me through the darkness through the break of the- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Your singing was cut off by the sound of you screaming, well cursing, as you turned around to see Fred staring at you with a confused, half asleep look, a grin spread across his face. “What the fuck are you doing?” You practically yelled, running over to switch off your radio.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Fred laughed, the slight smile he had before now turning into a shit eating grin.

“You know, just.... dancing’” You said, desperately trying to act casual, like your crush of two years didn’t just walk downstairs, shirtless by the way, to see you dancing around like a maniac”

“I can see that. Its awful” Fred joked, making his way down the rest of the stairs and walking over to you.

“Shut up I’m amazing. Wait I thought you and your family were going out shopping” You said, suddenly remembering you were supposed to be alone.

“Yeah, George tried to make me to come along, but I didn’t wake up so my mum left a note” He said, sitting on the couch in front of you.

You nodded in understanding, trying your best to look Fred in the face, instead of letting your eyes wander to his hair which was currently sticking out in all directions. Or toward his chest which was currently bare exposing a constellation of freckles, or at how low his sweatpants were hanging-

“Earth to Y/N” Fred said, waving a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thought.

“Oh yeah, nice, cool” You said nodding, rocking back on your heels.

“What were you listening to, it doesn’t sound familiar?” Fred asked, leaning back on the couch.

“Oh, it’s a muggle band called ABBA, they’re basically music goddesses” You joked, walking over to your Walkman picking it up and handing it him.

“That's a lot of praise, considering your horrible taste in wizard music” He said, making you playfully swat his arm, a fake offended expression crossing your face before smiling, pressing the play button and continuing the song.

“Huh, its actually not bad, what else do you have on this?” He asked smiling.

You smiled back, taking back the Walkman and skipping to the next song, which happened to be “Africa” by Toto.

“This one’s really popular, I think you’ll like it” You said, setting down the Walkman and going to sit next to him.

As the music started I could see Fred starting to bob his Head to the beat.

“I like it so far” Fred said

An hour later, and you and Fred were dancing around the living room, singing at the top of your lungs.

“So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye!” Fred yelled

“So you think you can love me and leave me to die!” You sang back

“Ooooooh baby, don’t do this to me baby, just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here” You both sang in unison, Fred playing an air guitar as you sang into your wand.

As the slow started to slow down, you both just started swaying, smiling at each other and catching your breath. Finally after a moment the song ended, making you both laugh.

“That ones my favorite so far” Fred said laughing, going to take a break and sit on the couch, you plopping next to him.

“Its a classic” You laughed, taking a deep breath, trying to cool down from the very intense dancing.

The next song started up and you instantly recognized it, practically lunging at the small radio to skip the song, but as soon as you hit the pause button, Fred snatched it out of your hands.

“Hey” You yelled, reaching to get the device back which Fred held over his head, making it hard to reach.

“What’s wrong with the next song?” Fred asked, making your face heat up a bit.

“It’s not really dancing music, my parents probably only added it on because they know it’s one of my favorites, but yeah it’s not that good we can skip it” You said quickly, attempting to get the radio back from Fred, but he still kept it over his head.

“Y/N, if you like it than I’m sure its great” Fred said smiling down at you. You let out a breath. You knew he wasn’t going to let it go until you played it.

“Fine” You said, Fred finally handing the radio back. You rewound the song so it would start from the beginning, before taking a breath, and pressing play.

*PLAY CAN’T HELPING FALLING IN LOVE BY ELVIS*

The music picked up, and with it your heartbeat, afraid of what Fred was going to say. You were internally panicking, playing one of the most iconic love songs ever written in front of your long time friend and crush.

You had been friends with this boy since first year. You might even go as far to call him your best friend. Sure there had been flirty moments but most of it was just kidding around, but this was different.

Before you could panic anymore though, Fred had stood up and turned to face you. A sly smile grew across his face before he held out his hand to you.

“Dance with me”

“...What?” you asked, eyes widening. Were you hearing this right?

“Dance with me” Fred repeated. So without thinking you took his hand and stood up.

He led you to the middle of the living room, moving to put your right hand on his shoulder, holding your left and resting his other hand on your waist, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Trying to make a move on me Weasley?” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

“Maybe” He said smiling, but it wasn’t his usual joking smile, it was more sincere.

You started to sway to the music, laughing as Fred twirled you, your hand moving back to its original place on Fred's shoulder.

As the music continued to play, you couldn’t help but listen to the lyrics, while looking up at the boy you were dancing with, finding he was already looking at you.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be”

Fred suddenly wrapped his arm around your back, moving to dip you backwards, startling a laugh out of you, before he pulled you back up, pulling your chest closer to his, barely leaving any room between you to.

“For I can’t help, falling in love with you”

You moved your hand out of his, instead moving to rest your arms around Fred’s neck, Fred moving his now free hand to your other hip.

“Who taught you how to dance?” You jokingly asked, once again trying to relive the tension that had grown between you too.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m just a natural?” Fred smiled

“Definitely not” You smiled back, making a light chuckle leave his lips.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help, falling in love with you”

“I think this might be my new favorite song” Fred said, making you roll your eyes but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“Why’s that” You asked, noticing how Fred’s demeanor seemed to get more serious compared to his usual playful attitude.

“Because it’s your favorite song, and you’re my favorite person” Fred said.

The butterflies that were in fluttering in your stomach before were now in a frenzy, your heart beating like crazy. You continued to sway to the music, slowing as the song finally stopped. Fred moved a hand up to move a strand of hair out of your face, before closing the space between you, connecting your lips.

You pulled him closer as well, kissing him back and moving your hands to his hair while his moved back to your waist. After a moment your finally pulled away, looking into each others eyes.

“You’re my favorite person too” You said, making the both of you smile.

“Is that the end of the tape?” Fred asked, noticing that the music wasn’t continuing.

“Yep, but I have another one one second” You said, moving out of Fred’s grasp to sprint up the stairs, Fred laughing behind you.

You came back downstairs, a new tape in ahnd. You quickly switched out the tack and pressed play, waiting for the music to start.

“Who did you say was your favorite person again?” Fred asked as you walked back over to him, laughing as you wrapped your arms around him. He moved to take a step back and stumbled, tripping over the book you had put down earlier, and because you were already holding him, you fell as well.

“Shit! Are you ok?” You asked, landing on Fred’s chest, looking up at his face to see him laughing, sending you into a fit of laughter as well, before you were both cut off by the sound of the Walkman playing that oh so familiar Saxophone.

You would have appreciated the irony, but before you could you heard the front door open, looking over to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry all looking at you... laying on top of a shirtless Fred..... with careless whisper playing in the background.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you said, quickly sitting up, Fred helping you to stand so you could turn off the music.

“My eyes!” Ron shrieked

“She fell we weren’t!-” Fred started.

“We don’t want to hear it pervs” Harry said, a slightly joking tone in his voice.

“For shame” Hermione said shaking her head disappointedly, but as the two other boys left towards their room, she gave you a quick thumbs up before running off as well.

You listened in silence as the three ran up the stairs, the door slamming behind them. There were a few seconds of silence between you and Fred, neither of you knowing how to process what just happened.

“You know, we could do what it looked like” Fred said slyly.

“Fred!”

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A/N: I’m not going to lie, I think the ending is hilarious. Any who, I hope you enjoyed this super sappy, almost cringe worthy fic. Feel free to leave requests if you want.

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slimacwrites · 7 years

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Who’s There (An Emerald City Fanfic)

A spec fic of what would happen if Lucas was forced to send Dorothy back to Kansas after she’s badly hurt but first manages to record her a message to explain and remind her that everything was real.

Here you go, @fairytalesandtimetravel! Your plot bunny actualized! It’s not exactly the same at the end but I hope it pleases you anyways. This was really fun to write. Also, can someone tag @spartanguard because my tumblr won’t let me and they wanted to be tagged!

Winds whipped around the city square, picking up debris and slamming it against the stone facades of the surrounding buildings. Somewhere in the distance a woman screamed, a remnant of the fear the Beast Forever had created within Emerald City still holding strong, but the streets were too dark to see anyone who may have made the noise. Not that Lucas cared.

Not when Dorothy laid nearly lifeless in his lap. Fading in and out of consciousness and altering the weather with her responses. A gash cut deep into her gut, the Beast Forever’s final stand before Dorothy blasted it into nothingness in a last show of power.

“She can’t stay here,” Mistress West shouted into his ear from where she stood beside him, studying the swirling clouds above them. West had stood with Dorothy against the Beast Forever, reclaiming the magic she’d dulled with opium for decades, after the Wizard proved completely useless and Glinda shadier than an oak tree. The battle had been relatively short once Dorothy and West began but it had been violent. Too violent for Lucas to do much but survive.

Lucas didn’t need to ask what West meant. Not when she was so carefully watching the tornado Dorothy had called on as a side effect of her untrained power. No. He couldn’t lose Dorothy. Not when she was the only one who’d found him. The one who’d saved him and stayed with him. And now he was powerless to save her, to contain the slowly draining life and return it to her. See those eyes roll and those lips smirk one more time.

Useless. He was damn useless.

Even though he’d told Dorothy he wasn’t normally so useless, one of the first things he’d ever said to her.

He was a liar too then.

“Can’t you do something?” Lucas asked, feeling that desperation quell up in him as he held Dorothy tighter against his chest.

West shook her head, turning from the clouds to examine the widening pool of blood under Dorothy that would surely stain the cobblestones for weeks. “Nothing I could guarantee. I’m not that kind of Witch. Not after years of not using magic. And the Wizard took all of Glinda’s girls- no way we could get to the dungeon in time and still save Dorothy.” West almost sounded sorry, features twisting a bit as her hooded eyes once again looked to the swirling clouds and debris filled winds. “But since she already called the tornado- I can bring it down so it can catch her, send her back. It should take her to Kansas since it brought her here. Spells have a sort of memory with that. Her people can save her.”

Memory. And Lucas was not a part of that memory. Lucas was from Oz, had never seen Kansas, even if he carried one of it’s towns name. Lucas might throw it off. Reduce the chance of the plan’s success. Of Dorothy’s survival.

There was no question then. Lucas heaved himself to his feet, holding Dorothy’s limp body against his chest. Wetness seeped through his own clothing as he did so but he tried not to concentrate on how much he was covered in Dorothy’s life.

“Set her down over there,” West instructed, pointing at a space that was away from them.

Every step felt like his own gut was being opened. He hated himself for how much he didn’t want to lay Dorothy into the tornado and send her back. How much he wanted to keep her with him, even as her ruby red blood dripped from his fingers. How much he didn’t say to her. How much he should have. Consequences be damned.

But there was always someone to save. Always someone who wanted them dead.

Never time to say the words he wanted to. Ask for a future he desperately dreamed off.

Lucas reached the spot West had instructed him to leave Dorothy and he laid her down as gently as he could, slipping the long tweed jacket from his shoulders to cover her body like a blanket. She didn’t even respond. Lucas watched her, kneeling beside her, trying to memorize the face he’d come to hold so dear. Wishing he could tell her he-

“Lucas! Get out of the way! I need to bring down the tornado now!” West shouted from behind.

Then it hit him. How he could tell Dorothy what she needed to know. Ensure that she knew she’d never be alone so long as he was breathing.

“I need one second!” Lucas hollered back, moving to lift the coat from Dorothy. Her music box. Phone. Right, phone. When she’d played him those songs she’d showed him how to take a picture and a video, though the concepts still baffled him at times. There was a picture of the two of them captured on that little box but he needed to add one more. Lucas located the phone in the pocket of her leather jacket and pulled it out, calling up the needed program. Perhaps it was his desperation that made it work or perhaps the universe had finally deemed it fit to cut the two of them a break.

“Dorothy,” he started, feeling a lump forming in his throat. He coughed gruffly, needing to push through and get the words out. “Dorothy, I am so sorry, you don’t have a lot of time we have to send you back, it’s your only chance. Know that I will find a way back to you, I love you-” The phone screen went black. Cutting off anything else he might have said. Lucas frantically pressed the buttons, but nothing responded, the little machine as lifeless as Dorothy was.

Lucas roared in frustration, angry at himself for wasting time. Wasting words. He didn’t even know why he’d promised to make it to Kansas. If that would ever be possible. Was that time he could have told Dorothy more about why he loved her? That she deserved this chance and happiness? To accept permanency in her life because she couldn’t keep running? Would she even see any of his message? A tear rolled down his cheek.

“Lucas!” West shouted, sounding strained. Lucas waved to her, but never took his eyes off Dorothy. Lucas placed the phone back in Dorothy’s pocket, zipping it up, then placed a soft kiss against her cold lips. And regretted it. Because now the last memory he had of Dorothy wouldn’t be how strong and lovely she was- it would be of how wrong it felt to touch her when her fire was no longer lit.

Lucas scrambled up and back to West. The witch sputtered out words he didn’t understand as the tornado swirled lower, picking up and twisting tendrils of Dorothy’s hair in warning. Just before it touched Dorothy, there was a bark and a brown blur as Toto flew from his hiding space in a nearby building, rushing for his master and climbing on top of her legs like the guard Lucas desperately wished he could be. A moment later the Tornado touched both of them and they were gone.

“I really hope that dog came with her,” West muttered between gasping breaths.

Lucas nodded, relief that Dorothy wouldn’t be alone flooding him. “Don’t worry, Toto did.”

A strange beeping pulled at Dorothy’s consciousness. Her brain felt sluggish as it searched for an answer to the sound. Flying monkey drone? Was West doing something strange? Dorothy pried open one eye then the next, taking in her surroundings. What she saw hit her with a painful clarity.

She was lying in a recovery room in Lucas Medical Centre, Em asleep in a chair at the foot of the bed, Henry’s work coat hanging on a hook by the door.

She wasn’t in Oz.

Lucas wasn’t standing at the door watching over her.

West wasn’t making some snarky comment about how they’d defeated The Beast Forever.

Lucas wasn’t standing at the door.

Lucas was gone.

Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away, glaring hard at the tiled ceiling. There was so much she should have said to him. So much she wanted to say still. But she’d been so scared. It had been so easy to pretend everything else was more important, to pay attention to the needs of the rest of Oz instead of telling Lucas that she-

“Dorothy!” Em’s voice broke through her swirling thoughts, bringing her gaze back down from the ceiling to watch her adoptive mother rush to the head of the bed, features pinching when she noticed Dorothy’s tears. “Are you in pain? Do you want a shot of morphine?”

Dorothy wasn’t in pain. She could barely feel whatever injury had brought her to the hospital. But how could she tell Em that? How could she explain that she’d fallen for an amnesiac from a realm that she was brought to in a tornado? But Dorothy nodded anyways, because numb was better than the emotional pain threating her, hearing the little hiss as Em pressed the pain relief dispenser at her side.

“Do you know what happened?” Em asked, bending closer. Dorothy shook her head. She knew what had happened in Oz. She had no idea how she’d ended up in Kansas. “The tornado hit when you went to visit your birth mother. When you didn’t come home we got worried. After the storm passed Henry and I went out there and found you in a field. You’d been stabbed by something in the winds. A police dog was guarding you, barely let us close.”

“Toto,” Dorothy whispered before she could stop herself.

“What?” Em asked, pulling her chair closer so she could seat near Dorothy’s head to hear her better. Dorothy shook her head, telling Em nonverbally to keep talking. “We called the ambulance and they took you into emergency surgery right away. You needed blood and have forty stitches in your abdomen but you’ll be fine. You’ve been asleep for two days.”

Dorothy’s thoughts swam. “So you found me right after the storm?”

Em nodded. “As soon as we could.”

But what about the weeks she’d spent in Oz? What about the days she’d spent in Oz’s wilderness with no one but Lucas and the dog for company? She remembered that. Remembered finding Lucas, tared and feathered in Nimbo. Remembered being Mistress-New-Mistress after killing Mistress East. Remembered the opium laden path she’d followed for days. Remembered making love to Lucas but refusing to think of it as anything but a good fuck. Remembered the planning with Mistress West to Kill the Beast Forever. The boy they’d freed from Mombi’s apothecary and finding out that he was actually a girl, a princess no less. Remembered watching Lucas kill Mombi to save her from the witch’s anger at what she’d done. Remembered the feeling of magic and the feeling of home, somehow tied to Oz. She remembered everything.

And yet nothing seemed possible.

Had it all been a morphine fueled dream?

Had she never actually found someone she actually wanted to stay with?

Had she never had Lucas?

Pain swirled up in her, threatening to blow her apart. If she’d been in Oz it would have released in a magical earthquake. But she wasn’t in Oz. She was in Kansas and no longer knew what was real.

“I think I want to go back to sleep now.”

Dorothy didn’t wait for Em’s answer. Instead she just closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.

Days passed in a blur and Dorothy didn’t really care to keep track or participate more than as a passive recipient of explanations of her condition, instructions for release, Ryan’s flirting that paled in comparison to Lucas’s, or at least the man her mind had conjured up. She was told the cops had found Karen’s body in her storm cellar, a dead police officer in her home, and as Karen’s next of kin, Dorothy would inherit the trailer home after the crime scene was cleaned. The police dog who’d been at the scene, Toto (though actually named Thunder), had been retired immediately, refusing to do any tasks. Toto (Thunder) lived with his officer as a pet, though apparently kept running away to Karen Chapman’s land, apparently much to the frustration of his owner and entertainment and curiosity of the town. No one had any idea what had actually happened that night of the tornado. At least Dorothy wasn’t alone in her confusion. But she seemed to be alone in her frustration.

After a week in the hospital Dorothy was released into the care of her adoptive parent’s home. As Dorothy was being wheeled out of Lucas Medical Centre by Henry, a nurse, Maria, rushed up to them with a white bag. “Dorothy,” she started, holding out the bag. “This stuff came in with you. It needs a wash but thought you might have wanted it back.”

Dorothy took it with a dull nod, pillowing it in her lap, not bothering to look inside as Henry began to wheel her to his truck again. Dorothy was quiet the entire ride home, pretending to sleep as they rolled past the cornfields and the sign marked Lucas before pulling into her family home. Henry helped her out of the truck and into the house, Dorothy asking to be brought straight to her bedroom. She wanted the quiet, the peace away from everyone to try and figure out what had happened, what was real.

Dorothy settled in her bed with a sigh. A few moments later there was a knock on her door as Henry reappeared, holding the white bag Maria had given her. “Here, in case you want something.”

She took the bag, settling it on her lap. “Thanks.”

Henry cleared his throat, pausing at the door. “I don’t know what happened, Dorothy, or what you’re going through, but you’ll figure it out.”

Henry closed the door, leaving Dorothy alone. She sighed, shutting her eyes for a moment before reaching for the white hospital bag. Might as well figure out if she could save her favourite flannel shirt she’d been wearing the night of the Tornado and all through her potential Oz dream. Dorothy undid the tie at the top of the bag, confused a bit at the weight of it, before pulling it open.

And losing her breath and control over the tears she’d barely been able to fight off. Because inside the bag, folded at the top wasn’t her flannel shirt. It was a long, tweed coat, far too big for her. Lucas’s coat. Dorothy pulled it out, bringing the rough fabric to her nose. It still smelled of a man’s sweat and had the dirt stains covering it of time spent in the woods, in battle. In Oz. The last time he’d been wearing it had been the battle against The Beast Forever. Had he given it to her before she was brought back to Kansas? Lucas had nearly nothing in the world, memories included, and yet he’d given her his coat. Unable to help herself, Dorothy shifted slowly, grunting a bit at the discomfort her stab wound still caused her, and pulled the coat over her shoulders, sliding her arms into the too big coat.

It was the first time she’d felt comfortable since she’d woken up in the hospital.

The first time she’d felt truly warm.

The first time she’d felt that she was remotely sane and her memories weren’t the result of a fever dream. Because where else would she have gotten the coat?

Dorothy reached back in the bag and pulled out the police jacket she’d worn in Oz. It was disgusting, stained with blood and mud. But it was there. Another element of her memories becoming tangible.

Wait-

Back in Oz, after listening to music with Lucas and kissing him for the first time, she’d wanted to keep her memories so she’d taken a selfie with him.

Was her phone still in her jacket pocket? Dorothy unzipped the pocket, feeling excitement and anxiety well up inside her. This would be the proof. The proof that everything was real. That she’d had Lucas and Oz and a home and adventure beyond her wildest dream. She pressed the home button on the phone but the screen stayed black. Dead. Hopefully just with the battery.

Dorothy cursed before digging around in her bedside table for a charging block, too sore to walk across the room for her wall plug. A few minutes of the phone being plugged into her portable charger and the little apple appeared. Dorothy pulled the coat closer around her as she waited for the phone to boot up. Once the screen had lit up she quickly pulled up her photos app.

And there it was. The selfie she’d taken with Lucas in the woods of Oz, him looking very confused as she grinned beside him.

Real.

It was all real.

But that wasn’t the last entry into the photo list. The last was a solo video of Lucas. She clicked it, confused when he would have filmed it because she was certain she hadn’t. Was it a mistake? Would she get it hear his voice? Dorothy practically slammed her finger over the video, bringing it up and holding it so close to her face that her eyes nearly crossed, as if she could get closer to Lucas by doing that.

“Dorothy,” he started. It was hard to hear Lucas over the swirling wind behind him. He was in Emerald City by the look of the background. Had he taken it after The Beast Forever was defeated? Was it some sort of goodbye message? Lucas certainly looked sombre enough for it to be. “Dorothy, I am so sorry. You don’t have a lot of time we have to send you back, it’s your only chance. Know that I will find a way back to you, I love you-”

And then the screen went black.

I love you.

Lucas loved her.

Loved her.

Dorothy scrubbed tears from her eyes and watched the video through three more times. She hadn’t made any of Oz or the people there up. She hadn’t made Lucas up. There was someone out there who loved her.

And she loved back.

But she had no way how to get to.

Despite her frustration things got easier after she’d found Lucas’s coat and video. Because she was going to get back to him. She just had to wait for tornado season. She was still Mistress East. Somewhere inside her was the power to get back and she was going. She was going back to Lucas. That determination drove her through physical therapy as she healed and the moment she had been given the okay to live alone, she moved to her mother’s abandoned house. Wanting, needing, to be close to where the tornado had picked her up and set her back down. Finding relief in the hundreds of journals Karen had kept, filled with details of Oz and magic and tornado tracking.

Two weeks into her new life at her mother’s old place, there was a barking in the yard. Toto stood there, barking at the door. The moment she rushed from the house, falling to her knees in yard, Toto was on her, yipping and licking at her face. All Dorothy could do was whisper good dog as she was overwhelmed by the creature that had guarded her and gone through two tornados at her side. Another piece slid into place because Toto clearly remembered their time together in Oz. The dog was another affirmation of her time in the land she’d come to think of as home. Toto’s owner had shown up a few hours later to get the dog but had stopped the minute he saw Toto laying on his back as Dorothy rubbed his belly vigorously. Apparently the dog hadn’t let anyone touch him since the tornado. Except for Dorothy. The woman he had protected in that field as the EMTs rushed to her. The police officer had left and returned twenty minutes later with Toto’s bowl and leash and Dorothy had a dog.

The months continued to crawl on. The first tornado of tornado season had hit everyone by surprise, a bit too early for it to be normal, but not that unheard of to be concerning. Dorothy had had no idea how to get to Oz in it, not having got through all her mother’s journals, so she’d hidden in the storm cellar with Toto, eventually falling asleep in it.

The next morning Dorothy and Toto crawled out of the shelter. Dorothy led Toto around the property, checking for damage, lingering near the scarecrow in the corn field as she always did. She could never move past it without being reminded of the man she was waiting to go back to. A melancholy feeling filled her as she trudged back to the property, relieved that there hadn’t been too much damage, just a weird little patch of grass being pulled up near where she’d touched down months prior, but disappointed she’d missed her first chance at going back to Oz. Dorothy wasn’t a patient woman and there was always that lingering fear that the right kind of tornado, or any tornado at all, wouldn’t arrive.

As she often did after she walked by the land’s scarecrow, the minute she stepped into her house, she slipped on Lucas’s coat. It no longer smelled like it had when she first got it, but she still brought the too long sleeves to her nose, comforted by the rough texture as it brushed her skin.

Two knocks sounded at the door. Toto barked, rushing to the sound, tail thumping on the wall.

“Who’s there?” Dorothy called, moving to the door.

“Someone who’s still uncertain at how this is a joke.”

Dorothy nearly ripped the door from it’s hinges as she opened it to reveal the man she’d been so determined to get back to, looking rather wind whipped. Lucas grinned at her.

Know that I will find a way back to you. Lucas had kept his promise. Somehow, someway, he’d gotten to Kansas. To her. At that point it didn’t matter how. Just that he did.

I love you.

Dorothy stepped into his space and pressed her lips hard against his. When she pulled back, she grinned up at his dazed expression. “Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?” Lucas asked, still baffled by the joke, but gamely playing along.

“I saw the video.”

Lucas sputtered at her words before giving her a careful look, unsure of how to continue the joke.

“I saw the video, who?” Dorothy prompted, squeezing his arm.

“I saw the video, who?” he repeated.

She grinned and pulled him into the trailer home. “I saw the video, and I love you too.”

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