Mythical Link ▸ Link Neal {Book One}

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A few days have passed, Link and Christy managed to get a lot done. They moved all of the kids, Jessie, the two dogs, and Jackson back over to Link's house. Link felt safer knowing he was protected by the nightshade solar panel curtains, and on the very off chance that Jackson would turn on them, he wouldn't get himself very far. They hung up the new curtains and settled back into their home, and even though Link's bed was peculiarly small, it was perfect for him and just what he needed for his wary body.

They wanted to resume their normal life activities the best they could, but this was something Link couldn't afford at the moment. He couldn't film Good Mythical Morning without Rhett, so a few of the crew members were gonna have to stay behind to make sure that some sort of content was created and put out there, with maybe a little explanation that Rhett and Link have been having some issues that they're trying to resolve.

It was Friday, the day of Tessa's funeral, and he needed to start getting ready. He executed his daily morning routine of having a cup of coffee and then taking a shower. He donned his best black suit, fixing his bowtie in the mirror when Christy approached him, wrapping her arms around his middle.

"I'm sorry about last night. I thought about it and I think I was a little too harsh with you. You've been going through so much and you need understanding, not to be chided."

Link lowered his hands to hers, looking into her eyes through the mirror.

"It's gonna be okay. I don't know how, but I know it's gonna be okay somehow."

Christy fixed a flyaway hair on the back of his head with a small smile.

"I trust that you're feeling might be right. Are you sure you're ready to find out what you are? I mean, Jackson said that there were circumstances tied to it and I'm really confused and afraid as to what that could possibly mean," Christy spoke quietly in case there were any eavesdroppers, and he sighed.

"Sweetheart, it really scares me too. Words couldn't even begin to express how terrified I am, and I'm having the exact same reservations for the exact same reasons. Like, what if I can't handle being what I am and I wind up falling to my own demise?"

Christy licked her lips, sighing deeply.

"I think you've handled it pretty well so far, all things considering honey. I know it may seem like the odds are all stacked against you, but you really got this in the bag. Your powers could very well save your best friend's life."

Link looked into his own eyes at the mention of Rhett. Jackson offered to go out and try to track them down first thing in the morning, to which Link was grateful. He felt like a terrible friend for not looking for his friend, but Jackson explained that Link would be no use to anybody including Rhett not knowing what he is and why.

He couldn't help but wonder if Rhett was going to be okay, with as serious of an injury that he possibly had. He still felt a dull ache in his stomach for his friend, so much so that he didn't want anything to do with breakfast. Even his favorite cereal couldn't hope to entice him, and he felt awful. His head was going to feel like it was swimming later on because he chose not to eat breakfast.

At that moment, he felt like it was the only choice, otherwise he was going to vomit everywhere with the sheer nervousness that rippled through his body.

"Christy?" He asked suddenly, his heart hiccuping for the millionth time.

"Hmm?" She was resting her head against his back and closing her eyes. Everything she could do to keep her man in her sight for a little while longer.

"What if Teegan is going to be at the funeral?"

She lifted her head, a puzzled look about her features.