Things Lost and Found (a Waglington and Mianite fanfiction)

Chapter 74

The song for this chapter is "Battle Cry" by Skillet. It seemed appropriate for where Jordan is after Amniosis.

This chapter is mostly based off of the Last Purge  and S2 Finale episodes from CaptainSparklez's POV. No, we're not at the finale yet! XD You'll see what I mean.

*Jordan's POV*

"Sonja! I need more time! Keep him busy!" I hissed into my communicator.

"I'm trying, Jordan, but even Tom gets bored of Death Roulette. He's starting to get suspicious too. What are you doing over there, building a whole ME system?" She whisper-asked.

Not exactly. I looked over the machines before me with pride. I was almost done. I just had to hook up the vacuum hopper, and the system would be entirely operational. (*cough* Sorry, I went a little Darth Sidious there.) I had spent ages working on this thing. This array of technology had thrown more temper tantrums in the past month than the Ianitas ever had.

The Ianitas... I shook my head and reminded myself for the thousandth time that the last one was safe with Martha. I had checked with her as soon as the others left Martha's place. Ianita had been as bright and happy to see me as ever, and I had held her in a hug for a long time before leaving. I wished she didn't have to stay hidden when the others were around, but neither Martha nor I wanted to lose her. It was safer for them not to know. I sighed. I was pretty sure I missed my girls more than I ever had Capsize or Ianite.

I struggled to focus as I hooked up the last set of wires, adjusting my headlamp when it slipped. I tried to make my voice not sound tired or sad as I replied, "I need to test one thing and clean up. Can you buy me ten more minutes?" Sonja let out a reluctant groan. "I'll throw in a couple stacks of ender pearls," I wheedled.

"Okay, fine. And get rid of any End portals you still have around my house. If I get teleported to the End one more time, I swear you'll wake up in the middle of an Outer Lands maze next time you take a nap," Sonja threatened.

Ohhh... How did she know? I frowned in disappointment. "You're no fun. I don't know what Tucker sees in you," I mumbled. I may have put a few over at her house before coming to Tom's tree. That was part of why this had taken so long.

"Uh huh. Yeah, just make sure they're gone before tonight, Jordan. I still need to pack up my kitchen. Can't do that if I'm in the End."

"Alright, I'll get rid of them. Thanks, Sonja!" I said, hanging up. I carefully extricated myself from the mass of wires and machines, checked the frequency of the receiver, and crawled my way back to the boards I had pried up from Tom's floor. Climbing back out of the crawl space I'd made between the roof of Tom's dungeon and the floor of the building, I repositioned the floorboards and turned off my headlamp. I tried to dust myself off, then promptly started coughing. Right, I'm not quite better yet. Aside from the dirt I had tracked everywhere, Tom would never know someone had been in here. I quickly grabbed the broom I'd brought with and started in on the clean up.

Why do you have a broom? A voice that sounded like me asked in my head.

Oh great. I didn't usually get this side effect, but I supposed it was preferable to mind spiders. Actually, now that I thought about it, I hadn't heard any voices while I'd had BroRobes. I wondered if he had helped with that somehow.

Most likely, but I'm back now. And you're right; mind spiders are way creepy.

Right... I decided that if it kept the voice from driving me even more nuts, I could explain. Well, I was looking through my circle magic book after Kay fixed the water damage for me, and I found this really cool-sounding ritual. It was to make a flying broom. I'd already made the broom when I realized that it was strictly for flying. My wings were way cooler. At least the broom had come in handy for something. I swept the pile of dirt out of the door and looked back over the room. Perfect.