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fanfic100 challenge and will be writing 100 ficlets for the Moon-Spinners movie. Oh, you know the vintage Disney movie with Hayley Mills. Yes, twee I know, but it made such an impact on me when I was young. I always wanted to have an adventure and run around the hills of Crete. For more info, check out IMDB and Wikipedia.
These will essentially feature the character of Nikki Ferris from the movie, not the book (although I really recommend reading it. Mary Stewart is a fave author of mine). They take place before, during and after the movie and are not in any particular order.
I hope you enjoy reading them! Please let me know what you think.
***
Orange – 012, Pre-Movie
Nikki’s first night in Athens she had the most vivid and lucid dreams.
There were animals everywhere. Large jungle cats with brilliant oval eyes that watched her as she walked past. Her feet and arms were bare and the heat was overwhelming. She felt no fear as she moved through their territory. Bright sun that should have blinded her was reflected on a pool in front of her. She looked at her reflection and smiled back at the face that wasn’t hers.
When she woke up she felt conversely more rested and yet more restless than she ever had before. The next morning she would blame it on the flight, the rich food and the glass of red wine Aunt Frances allowed her. Dreams were only dreams and Nikki had never really got on with Freud in her studies so she dismissed the dream with her first cup of milky coffee.
She’d remember the dream later when she’d burst into a sitting room on a large yacht and was confronted with a cheetah lounging on a velvet bed and she had to bargain for a man’s life while dripping the Mediterranean all over the floor.
***
Writer’s Choice: Night – 096, mid-movie, missing scene
Mark had moved his head from her shoulder at some point during the night. Nikki realizes this when the chill wakes her up. The Cretan night is dark and filled with the sound of animals and the crash of the sea in the distance. It is also cool. The light of the moon allows her eyes to adjust quickly to the dim. She looks over at Mark.
He is slumped over and she cannot see his face. Nikki’s heart thuds and breath catches.
“Mark?” she whispers.
No response.
She puts her hand out to touch him and pulls it back quickly in indecision. She bites her lip.
“Mark?” she whispers again, this time actually putting her hand on his neck.
His neck is warm and slightly sandy from his fight earlier with Lambis. Nikki sighs in relief. She removes her hand as he turns back towards her. His eyes are open slightly.
“Haven’t copped out on you yet,” he murmurs.
“Don’t even joke,” she tells him. “Shoulder not that comfortable?”
Mark smiles lazily.
“Perfectly. Don’t really know why I moved,” he tells her, flinching slightly as his bad shoulder pulls.
Nikki turns to look out the mouth of the cave they’ve found for themselves and yelps a bit as her neck protests the movement.
“Alright there?” Mark asks.
“Yes,” she says rubbing her neck and curling her legs up underneath her to lean sideways against the rock. “Silly things really. Necks. May just turn this way for a bit. Feel free to lean on me if you want.”
Nikki blushes and closes her eyes in mortification of what she’s just said.
‘Honestly Nicola Ferris! How forward can you get?’ she reprimands herself in a voice that sounds far too much like her mother.
“Well,” comes the soft reply. “I may just.”
Nikki is completely aware as Mark moves over and presses gently against her back. His head coming to rest along the back of her neck. She finally takes a breath as Mark sighs deeply.
“May I be so bold as to say that this is the softest back I’ve had the pleasure of leaning against?” his breath flutters her hair and warms her neck.
“You may,” Nikki replies softly, but feeling she needs to say something else, continues with, “Just don’t get think it’ll happen on a regular basis.”
“Oh, of course. Only in Cretan ruins then?” he offers sleepily. “With a million cats keeping guard?”
“Exactly,” she yawns, suddenly feeling heavy and languid with Mark pressed beside her.
“I feel amazingly privileged,” he says.
Nikki falls asleep trying to come up with a reply.
***
Storm – 070, mid-movie, Nikki’s thoughts
Her hand stung.
She had certainly never slapped anyone before. Nice young women didn’t do such things. But, she’d just hung upside down from a windmill and her blood was running at a level that had to be hazardous to one’s health.
Still, she shouldn’t have slapped him. He was injured. Oh, God! What if he’s still bleeding?
She couldn’t just leave him.
After all, nice young women don’t desert those in need.
And above all else, she was still a nice young woman.
The sting in her hand began to fade as she retraced her steps back to Mark.
***
Thunder – 069, mid-movie
“If you get out of this hearse, I’ll do something desperate!”
Desperate.
She meant it too. Nikki’d never used the word before. Not like this. Not with every ounce of fire and purpose she had at her disposal (which was quite a bit more than she’d previously believed of herself).
She listened as Mark explained the why he had to go and then she explained why he had to stay.
And, oh if he got out of this hearse she was going to just drag him back into it. Nothing was going to stop her.
Apparently, the desperation showed on her face, because the only thing that could have possibly stopped her was an equally desperate act that would counter hers.
So he kissed her.
fanfic100 challenge and will be writing 100 ficlets for the Moon-Spinners movie. Oh, you know the vintage Disney movie with Hayley Mills. Yes, twee I know, but it made such an impact on me when I was young. I always wanted to have an adventure and run around the hills of Crete. For more info, check out IMDB and Wikipedia.These will essentially feature the character of Nikki Ferris from the movie, not the book (although I really recommend reading it. Mary Stewart is a fave author of mine). They take place before, during and after the movie and are not in any particular order.
I hope you enjoy reading them! Please let me know what you think.
***
Orange – 012, Pre-Movie
Nikki’s first night in Athens she had the most vivid and lucid dreams.
There were animals everywhere. Large jungle cats with brilliant oval eyes that watched her as she walked past. Her feet and arms were bare and the heat was overwhelming. She felt no fear as she moved through their territory. Bright sun that should have blinded her was reflected on a pool in front of her. She looked at her reflection and smiled back at the face that wasn’t hers.
When she woke up she felt conversely more rested and yet more restless than she ever had before. The next morning she would blame it on the flight, the rich food and the glass of red wine Aunt Frances allowed her. Dreams were only dreams and Nikki had never really got on with Freud in her studies so she dismissed the dream with her first cup of milky coffee.
She’d remember the dream later when she’d burst into a sitting room on a large yacht and was confronted with a cheetah lounging on a velvet bed and she had to bargain for a man’s life while dripping the Mediterranean all over the floor.
***
Writer’s Choice: Night – 096, mid-movie, missing scene
Mark had moved his head from her shoulder at some point during the night. Nikki realizes this when the chill wakes her up. The Cretan night is dark and filled with the sound of animals and the crash of the sea in the distance. It is also cool. The light of the moon allows her eyes to adjust quickly to the dim. She looks over at Mark.
He is slumped over and she cannot see his face. Nikki’s heart thuds and breath catches.
“Mark?” she whispers.
No response.
She puts her hand out to touch him and pulls it back quickly in indecision. She bites her lip.
“Mark?” she whispers again, this time actually putting her hand on his neck.
His neck is warm and slightly sandy from his fight earlier with Lambis. Nikki sighs in relief. She removes her hand as he turns back towards her. His eyes are open slightly.
“Haven’t copped out on you yet,” he murmurs.
“Don’t even joke,” she tells him. “Shoulder not that comfortable?”
Mark smiles lazily.
“Perfectly. Don’t really know why I moved,” he tells her, flinching slightly as his bad shoulder pulls.
Nikki turns to look out the mouth of the cave they’ve found for themselves and yelps a bit as her neck protests the movement.
“Alright there?” Mark asks.
“Yes,” she says rubbing her neck and curling her legs up underneath her to lean sideways against the rock. “Silly things really. Necks. May just turn this way for a bit. Feel free to lean on me if you want.”
Nikki blushes and closes her eyes in mortification of what she’s just said.
‘Honestly Nicola Ferris! How forward can you get?’ she reprimands herself in a voice that sounds far too much like her mother.
“Well,” comes the soft reply. “I may just.”
Nikki is completely aware as Mark moves over and presses gently against her back. His head coming to rest along the back of her neck. She finally takes a breath as Mark sighs deeply.
“May I be so bold as to say that this is the softest back I’ve had the pleasure of leaning against?” his breath flutters her hair and warms her neck.
“You may,” Nikki replies softly, but feeling she needs to say something else, continues with, “Just don’t get think it’ll happen on a regular basis.”
“Oh, of course. Only in Cretan ruins then?” he offers sleepily. “With a million cats keeping guard?”
“Exactly,” she yawns, suddenly feeling heavy and languid with Mark pressed beside her.
“I feel amazingly privileged,” he says.
Nikki falls asleep trying to come up with a reply.
***
Storm – 070, mid-movie, Nikki’s thoughts
Her hand stung.
She had certainly never slapped anyone before. Nice young women didn’t do such things. But, she’d just hung upside down from a windmill and her blood was running at a level that had to be hazardous to one’s health.
Still, she shouldn’t have slapped him. He was injured. Oh, God! What if he’s still bleeding?
She couldn’t just leave him.
After all, nice young women don’t desert those in need.
And above all else, she was still a nice young woman.
The sting in her hand began to fade as she retraced her steps back to Mark.
***
Thunder – 069, mid-movie
“If you get out of this hearse, I’ll do something desperate!”
Desperate.
She meant it too. Nikki’d never used the word before. Not like this. Not with every ounce of fire and purpose she had at her disposal (which was quite a bit more than she’d previously believed of herself).
She listened as Mark explained the why he had to go and then she explained why he had to stay.
And, oh if he got out of this hearse she was going to just drag him back into it. Nothing was going to stop her.
Apparently, the desperation showed on her face, because the only thing that could have possibly stopped her was an equally desperate act that would counter hers.
So he kissed her.
