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[#026] Then Memories are Films About Ghosts (Original)
Theme Prompt: #026 - Miracle
Title: Then Memories are Films About Ghosts
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 735
Summary: Jessie’s friends come to her for an ask that she’s not sure she can perform.
“You must be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”
Jessie looks across the room to the two people standing across from her. Her fingers curl around the edge of the steel chair in front of her, using it to anchor herself because she knows from the looks on their faces that they’re not joking. They’re very much serious, and she doesn’t know how to say no without seeming completely selfish.
“How do we know I even can?”
Bess turns to face her more before giving her a small look. “Jessie. It’s part of the narrative. You know that.”
“Yeah. For like … five years from now.” She shifts to cross her arms in front of her chest. She’s only twenty-eight. Most people in her position start their minor miracles and ministry around thirty. She can’t jump the gun and start using her divine magic for things that big. Not now. (Not ever the doubting voice in the back of her mind chimes in, unbidden and unwanted.) “Look, guys, I miss Aaron too. More than all of you realize. But it’s not time yet. I’m not ready.”
Metlars reaches for one of the chairs, spinning it around so that he can straddle it. He seems tired. He also seems sober. Both of those are odd for him – maybe he felt that if he had to go to an NA meeting, he might as well act the part, even if drugs have never been his vice of choice.
“I don’t like this either, Jess. Normally I’m all for the dead staying dead. But something is wrong, and we need him. We can’t figure this out on our own. With Jennifer gone …”
“Jennifer? Who’s Jennifer?” Jessie’s been out of the loop since Aaron died, she’ll admit it, but she figured that someone would have looped her in if there was another player in town.
“Jennifer is …” Bess pauses, knowing that the scenario is a complicated one, no matter how she slices it. “Jennifer is Tamara Collins’ daughter.”
Jessie looks up at them, both eyes wandering from one to another, almost as though she’s trying to see how serious they’re being. The Oracle that lived before Bess was said to have a child, it’s true, but there are a lot of good reasons why it couldn’t be this Jennifer. “They said that the baby died.”
“They said that to keep her safe. She didn’t die.” Bess pauses and rephrases. “At least, she didn’t die then. Right now, she’s currently trapped in Limbo, and we’re not sure why. But we think it might have something to do with the fact that Aaron gave Jennifer his magic before he died.”
“So how does this end in me resurrecting Aaron?”
“Maybe if we bring him back to life, whatever curse that got transferred to Jennifer will reverse itself, and she’ll come back.”
“That’s a mighty long, long shot. And that all hinges on whether or not I can do this, which is not a guarantee. I haven’t even started minor miracles yet.”
“I’ve seen you help people with their addictions, Jess.” Metlars stares her down. “Those seem fairly minor to me.”
“That’s just easing their pain.” Jessie shakes her head. “That’s not the same as raising the dead.”
“I saw you do it.” Bess’s voice is quiet, because she doesn’t like backing people into a corner with her visions, but she says it all the same. “You’re ready, Jessie.”
Jessie swallows hard, her fingers curling against the metal again, before shaking her head. “Give me some time to think about it.”
“But—” Bess begins to protest, but Metlars stops her, reaching out before she can finish the sentence, and shakes his head.
“Think about it,” Metlars nods. “But … remember, we might not have a whole lot of time.”
Jessie nods in agreement, before swallowing hard and moving around to sit in the chair she’s been holding. “I know. Just … let me think about it.”
The two nod and Metlars goes to escort Bess out, leaving Jessie alone in the empty church basement. Her hands are shaking in the face of what she might have to do, what she’s going to do, and she can’t help but sigh.
“Damn you, Aaron.” Her voice is soft as she runs a hand through her hair, even though she doesn’t truly mean the words as she says them. “Damn you entirely.”
Title: Then Memories are Films About Ghosts
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 735
Summary: Jessie’s friends come to her for an ask that she’s not sure she can perform.
“You must be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”
Jessie looks across the room to the two people standing across from her. Her fingers curl around the edge of the steel chair in front of her, using it to anchor herself because she knows from the looks on their faces that they’re not joking. They’re very much serious, and she doesn’t know how to say no without seeming completely selfish.
“How do we know I even can?”
Bess turns to face her more before giving her a small look. “Jessie. It’s part of the narrative. You know that.”
“Yeah. For like … five years from now.” She shifts to cross her arms in front of her chest. She’s only twenty-eight. Most people in her position start their minor miracles and ministry around thirty. She can’t jump the gun and start using her divine magic for things that big. Not now. (Not ever the doubting voice in the back of her mind chimes in, unbidden and unwanted.) “Look, guys, I miss Aaron too. More than all of you realize. But it’s not time yet. I’m not ready.”
Metlars reaches for one of the chairs, spinning it around so that he can straddle it. He seems tired. He also seems sober. Both of those are odd for him – maybe he felt that if he had to go to an NA meeting, he might as well act the part, even if drugs have never been his vice of choice.
“I don’t like this either, Jess. Normally I’m all for the dead staying dead. But something is wrong, and we need him. We can’t figure this out on our own. With Jennifer gone …”
“Jennifer? Who’s Jennifer?” Jessie’s been out of the loop since Aaron died, she’ll admit it, but she figured that someone would have looped her in if there was another player in town.
“Jennifer is …” Bess pauses, knowing that the scenario is a complicated one, no matter how she slices it. “Jennifer is Tamara Collins’ daughter.”
Jessie looks up at them, both eyes wandering from one to another, almost as though she’s trying to see how serious they’re being. The Oracle that lived before Bess was said to have a child, it’s true, but there are a lot of good reasons why it couldn’t be this Jennifer. “They said that the baby died.”
“They said that to keep her safe. She didn’t die.” Bess pauses and rephrases. “At least, she didn’t die then. Right now, she’s currently trapped in Limbo, and we’re not sure why. But we think it might have something to do with the fact that Aaron gave Jennifer his magic before he died.”
“So how does this end in me resurrecting Aaron?”
“Maybe if we bring him back to life, whatever curse that got transferred to Jennifer will reverse itself, and she’ll come back.”
“That’s a mighty long, long shot. And that all hinges on whether or not I can do this, which is not a guarantee. I haven’t even started minor miracles yet.”
“I’ve seen you help people with their addictions, Jess.” Metlars stares her down. “Those seem fairly minor to me.”
“That’s just easing their pain.” Jessie shakes her head. “That’s not the same as raising the dead.”
“I saw you do it.” Bess’s voice is quiet, because she doesn’t like backing people into a corner with her visions, but she says it all the same. “You’re ready, Jessie.”
Jessie swallows hard, her fingers curling against the metal again, before shaking her head. “Give me some time to think about it.”
“But—” Bess begins to protest, but Metlars stops her, reaching out before she can finish the sentence, and shakes his head.
“Think about it,” Metlars nods. “But … remember, we might not have a whole lot of time.”
Jessie nods in agreement, before swallowing hard and moving around to sit in the chair she’s been holding. “I know. Just … let me think about it.”
The two nod and Metlars goes to escort Bess out, leaving Jessie alone in the empty church basement. Her hands are shaking in the face of what she might have to do, what she’s going to do, and she can’t help but sigh.
“Damn you, Aaron.” Her voice is soft as she runs a hand through her hair, even though she doesn’t truly mean the words as she says them. “Damn you entirely.”
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