Chapter 8

“……….I’m not totally sure. In many ways I comfortable as both. Although I do seem to get on better as Gaby, I have to admit. Except for cycling, sport isn’t really my thing, and I seem to be able to relate to the girls better than I do the boys.”

“*Sigh* and if I’m really honest, I have more friends as Gaby. And I find it easier to talk to people.”

Do things EVER go according to plan?

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles, Book 2

by Julia Phillips

044 – Plans Laid, Foiled and Actioned

This is a very short teaser to see if people want more of this story. If you do please comment and let me know.

Jenny and I were talking at school. I was telling her tales of the Grand Hall of Crystalis. She was lapping it up. She loved my stories. I was fond of telling them and always had a never ending notebook of them. She would ask questions and I would have answers ready for all of them.

Chapter 6

Maggie turned to Karen. “Would you like to wait until Drew wakes up and talk to him a bit this evening, or would you like to wait until tomorrow? I'm going to go in and sit with him until he wakes – he's met me before, and I already knew his secret, so he should feel safe with me.”

Chapter 4

Dr. Maggie sat at her desk massaging her temples. It had been a very long day, but at least she was coming up on the last of the interviews of those that were here in Grottoes. She had saved Maddy's interview until last. It had become apparent through all of the other interviews that everyone had their own agenda for making Drew over into Gaby, and all of them in her mind were simply a load of meadow muffins. And in her discussion with Jocelyn, the suggestion of those involved being made to do the same thing as a punishment had come up. Maggie was of two minds about that. While it would be an appropriate punishment, at least certainly in the case of Brit and Deb, she was not confident that it could be done without incurring psychological damage in those being punished.

Originally, I wanted this to be as an homage for Mother's Day, but I couldn't complete it in time. Oh well, better late than never - Hope you enjoy!

It had been five years since I stood on this small grassy hill, five years since I had said my goodbye to one of the best women I had ever known. Sighing, I looked down at the flowers in my hand and quietly placed them in the little vase that stood like a sentinel before the polished stone.

Chapter 3

Mrs. W had headed back out to the waiting room, and she was not a happy woman. Her daughters, with the apparent complicity of a lot of people including Drew's chaperones, had deliberately hid the fact that Drew was a boy. And now, because of it, Drew was in a hospital bed, virtually catatonic. She was absolutely incensed that the chaperones would go along with this charade, and put a child in harms’ way for their own personal agendas. As for her daughters, well, they would be lucky if she didn't ship them off to private school for now and VMI (Virginia Military Institute) when they were old enough. They were certainly going to be grounded and broke for the foreseeable future.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is a young and abused Black boy with Asperger's syndrome, and is hated by his guardians, the Dursleys. A little over a week before his birthday, he discovers that he is also a wizard, and the Dursleys knew all along. Not only is he a wizard, but he's also famous in the wizarding world! An AU fanfic.

(Transgender character introduced in chapter 7)

This is a Gaby Fanfic. It takes place during Gaby's Trip to America. It's an alternative look at what might have happened.

So far there are 15 chapters that I will be posting over the next week or 10 days. I finally have it worked out how I'm going to complete the story, so the remaining chapters should start showing up in just a few weeks.

The Reluctant Friend.

By Angharad.

“How was school?” Mary Phillips asked her thirteen year old daughter.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“No one said anything?”

“Not yet, haven’t worked it out yet, give ’em time.”

“Meet anyone interesting?”

“They were all a bit curious, didn’t tell ’em anythin’.”

“Find out who you can trust first, eh?”

“If it’s anything like last time, I don’t think I’ll trust anyone ever again.”

Father’s Day

“What do you want for Father’s day, Dad?”

“Some new shoes ... no, I really need a new purse.”

“You’d better come with me to help choose it, then. I don’t know much about that stuff.”

Speaking of which, your mother was wondering when you’d stop being a tomboy, Sara.”

“Tell you what. I’ll start wearing dresses when you go back to pants.”

“Point taken. Let’s go shopping.”

End

The Big Fight, Part Three

Charlie followed the man, at least until Elliot grabbed her by the hand. "Stop!" he said. "We don't even know who this guy is! He could be the Benefactor, for all we know!"

She shook her head. "No. He's not. Tim's fighting the Benefactor right now."

Allie asked, "How can you know that?"

She turned to her friends. "Because he told me. The Benefactor did."

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Why would he do that?"

"Because..." She rubbed at her arm, sighed. "Because he used to love me."

"What?!" Allie asked.

Our way

The Big Fight, Part Two

Charlie was about to say something when a distress signal came in over the radio. A blip appeared on the giant hologram of the city. Her heart sank: the blip was coming from the Benefactor's warehouse. "Put it on the speaker," Knight said to Penelope. She nodded.

At first there was static, then, finally, a panicked voice came through every now and again. "Repeat...fzzt...fzzt...factor's machines...fzzt...fzzt...fzzt...Help!"

The Big Fight, Part One

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is a young and abused Black boy with Asperger's syndrome, and is hated by his guardians, the Dursleys. A little over a week before his birthday, he discovers that he is also a wizard, and the Dursleys knew all along. Not only is he a wizard, but he's also famous in the wizarding world! An AU fanfic.

(Transgender character introduced in chapter 7)

Genesis

I've lived so many lifetimes, it's actually impossible to remember how many. I remember all of the little details, but most of them are out of order. Was it yesterday or next Saturday that I was in pre-Soviet Russia? Y'know, now that I think about it, it may have been over eight thousand years from now, or last Monday. These things are all jumbled up now, and completely unimportant.

What is important, however, is the plan.