Two Worlds Connected by Love: A Prequel Owl House "Fanfiction"

Chapter 25: Some Help With a Possible Way Home

A/n: Short chapter, Loves. Hope you enjoy it.

Caleb's POV

Just outside of Bonesborough was the Mountains in which Philip had been staying in, all this time away from us. It was a long way up, but we made it. We finally reached his humble abode and it wasn't as hopeful as I thought it would be.

No real bed, no pillows, no special table. Supplies were scattered in a disaster and it didn't smell too good either.

"You've... made yourself comfortable in a cave," I remarked when we entered.

"Yes, I-I needed space and time for myself without interruptions," Philip said.

He turned his head back slightly, "Thank you again, that after everything, you still want to help me."

I turned to him with a grin, "Of course! It's great we'll get to spend some time together again."

Then something knocked against the floor and my head whipped around to see what it was. The portal that Philip has been working on was not how I expected it to look. It was mostly vines and a wooden door not shaped correctly. "Uh-"

"What? I tried to follow your drafts!" Philip replied.

"'Tried' is the perfect verb here," I said.

"Is that supposed to be a door?" I questioned. "You-You know what a door looks like right? A rectangle?"

"I'm sorry I never worked as a carpenter like you!" Philip scowled.

I laughed to lighten the mood. "Oh no, don't take it to heart Phil! I'm just messing around."

"But, uh- that is a lot of work," I lied. He raised his eyebrow. "Nothing the two of us can't handle!"

"Nothing the Wittebane Brothers can't handle," Philip remarked. Now "Wittebane" had been out of my life for some time by now.

"Oh. Yes. Wittebane. It's been a while since I've heard that name," I said.

"What do you mean? Don't you and Catherine constantly get addressed with it?" Philip crossed his arms, confused.

"Not exactly," I admitted.

"I thought you married her?" Philip replied.

"I did, and it's a wonderful and happy marriage, but we didn't go the traditional way of her accepting my Last Name," I explained.

"You accepted hers," Philip finished for me, although his voice didn't sound very pleased. It was more sad.

"I thought it would blend better in that way. Besides, Clawthorne has a nice ring to it, no?" I asked.

"Sure..." Philip turned away.

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A few weeks later, Philip had a large working table to set all the supplies on, it was very messy at first so had to clean up all that. Philip caught some of the Boiling Isles version of fireflies, I grabbed my tools from home and we finally got to work.

Philip was taking some final notes in his journal, Flapjack was still holding my drafts from earlier, being very helpful, and I was wiping off all the dust off the table from working that day.

"You still need to tell me what you did all this time," I break the silence. We usually do the work in silence, every now and then there's a laugh or a small hi, but we haven't actually talked too much. "Aside from growing a beard that is," I teased.

"Oh nothing much," Philip replied with a sigh. "After leaving I looked for a place to stay in. I didn't want to be around Witches or Whatnot and so I wandered through the Woods and remembered the Cave. It took some while to grow to it but it's livable now."

"And, what more?" I pressed on, wanting to know every detail.

"I studied this realm more, trying to find a way back home, or looking for a pool of titan's blood. Wouldn't need to build this portal then..." He paused. "Speaking of titan blood..."

"Do you still have some?" I asked worriedly. "I'm not exactly eager to go to Eclipse Lake again."

Last time we went, it was good that we found the Titan's Blood, very glad we did. But, we barely made it out. We found something called Fool's Blood and tried to take it, but instead the Walls came crumbling. We were scared for our lives!

"I should still have some," Philip closed his journal. He rummaged through all the wood and other supplies on the table and finally reached his satchel. He reached inside and grabbed out a clear pouch with a small amount of blue liquid inside. It was tied up tightly by a string, Philip held it out to show me.

"Is this enough?" Philip asked.

"Should be," I smiled.

Flapjack perched on my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck, tired from helping out all day, Philip grabbed his bag and we came back home.

Catherine was very excited to see me come through the door every evening. I could see her tense face relax when she saw me. She would run up to me with her arms out and go for a hug. I'd do the same thing everyday: Come in, slightly hug her, kiss her lips, kiss her stomach so I was kissing the baby, and then we all sat down for a nice warm meal.

Everything was perfect, but I could still tell Catherine was worried greatly. She knows that the feelings are not from the baby, and you should always trust your gut, so maybe I should be worried. But Philip would never actually hurt me. I mean yeah he pushed himself out of my life for a little while, but he came back like he always does... So nothing's gonna happen... Right?