Not Quite Parallel

{7} Compass

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(We’re in Rory's POV again btw)

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Rory POV

“I am soooooo excited for this! I’ve been waiting to go to the homeworld since I turned twelve!” Indi dances on the spot, overexcited.

Ignoring the throbbing in my head, I run over to her and grab her hands, so now we’re both twirling in circles.

“I can’t wait either!” I yell.

“NOOO! Not again!” James yells as Hugo’s hand clamps down on the smaller pile of cards.

“Did you loose again?” Indi and I go up to where they sit curled around a small table. Playing a card game called ‘Spit’.

“It’s all about being quick-thinking Jimmy.” Hugo taps his temple with a smug smirk on his face.

I sigh and put my head on Hugo’s shoulder. With my eyes on Blythe and Rayne as they sit a bit apart from us out on the grass, both facing Rayne’s compass.

“I don’t see how that tiny contraption can lead us any closer to getting there.” James murmurs.

I sigh again. I know that this process is important, and I’m happy to help out in any way I can, but we’ve been sitting out here for two hours. We should either give up now, or go and get some hot jam donuts; because I’m hungry.

We’d each come here prepared though.

As soon as it was decided that we all were going with Blythe and Rayne back to the their planet, everyone had scattered –excepting Indi, because she was already prepared- to get back home and pack some essentials. Like extra clothes, electrical devices and stuff like that.

Don’t look now, but I think Rayne and Hugo both have guns strapped to their backs.

My head has been hurting like mad for the past hour, and I’ve taken some Panadol to make it better but it hasn’t gone away. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before, but getting a headache now? It’s just bad timing. And to top it all off, my arms and legs are being unbelievably sluggish. They won’t move unless I beg them.

When I told Hugo, he asked me if I was just getting the flue or a virus or something. 

But that didn’t make it better.

“You still feeling bad?” Indi puts her hand on my shoulder.

“Mmph”, I grumble at her.

She grins, “I thought so.”

“Okay guys, we’re nearly done! C’mon!” Blythe shouts while Rayne frantically waves us over.

Hugo wraps his arm around my waist and drags me over to where the compass sits, looking very lonely, on the grass.

We each stand in a circle around it, each of us wondering a different thing.

“Who else could go for some donuts?” I whisper to break the tension.

Indi giggles, Rayne smiles and Hugo and James let out a laugh. Blythe stares at the compass, motionless.

“Let’s do this.” She mutters, and then speaks to us louder, “All people who are alien-blood, place a finger on the compass. Hopefully this works.”

Indi steps forward and puts her thumb on the compass, with her other hand reaching behind her to Max. Rayne touches it with her pointer, and Blythe places her whole paw on the face. I take a deep breath, and fight with my arm to lower my finger to the compass.

When all our fingers are touching it, there is a minute of dead silence. Where nothing happens at all.

“Is that it?” Hugo mutters under his breath behind me.

“No-” Blythe begins, but is cut off as the compass seems to melt into the grass.

It’s a slow process, but eventually the compass has turned into a reflective puddle that we can’t see through. With blurred edges and white light shining through.

“Is that it?” I say as we all watch as Blythe slinks forward.

Her blue eyes are the last things we see before she sinks slowly into the unknown.

“That’s it.”

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