What makes you a good friend?
Alaric stared out the port window to the void beyond, but his gaze focused inward. The blackness out there was nothing to the emptiness he felt inside.
“Al? You okay?” Matty’s voice sounded softer than usual even with a door between them.
He knew she was just trying to get him to talk. After all, how could he be okay? He had led the Calico Jack right into a trap and now they were adrift in deep space with no hope of rescue. Worse, he had betrayed his father’s will by giving that woman the keys to the greatest treasure the galaxy had ever known.
He couldn’t even fondly think of her as his stepmother anymore. How many times had she tried to kill him now? He was beginning to lose count. Not that it mattered. They were as good as dead out here. She had won.
The door opened with a whisper and Matty entered without waiting for an invitation. She threw her arms around his neck, nearly knocking his glasses off his face, and squeezed him tight. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Al let his arms hang at his sides. “For what?” he asked, his voice muffled by her shoulder. She hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I’m just sorry,” she said. “I want to do something for you, to cheer you up like you always cheer me up, but I don’t know how to help you through this.”
His hands twitched at his sides. “I’m the one who should be sorry,” he said.
“No!” She pulled away from him so fast he nearly got whiplash. She stared him right in the eyes. “What Moira did was underhanded and unforgiveable. That was not your fault. You did what you thought was right.”
“Would rather be captured in your place. He didn’t want you to sacrifice yourself for us.”
Al clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a sob. None of his calculations had accounted for Lee jumping into the fight. What was that idiot thinking? By now he was halfway across the galaxy in the hands of a tyrant who would sacrifice him for a chance at more glory.
Matty squeezed his shoulders. “It’s ok to cry, you know. Afterwards, we can come up with a plan to rescue our hopeless prince charming.” She grinned with tears in her eyes.
Alaric let his own tears fall. Matty pulled him in again and this time he wrapped his arms around her. They sank to the floor together, sharing their pain together. When they had cried it out, Al felt much better.
Matty was right. Moira had to be stopped. Now that his mind was clear to think again, Al put it to work devising a rescue plan.
Notes: So, these are some new characters I’m trying to figure out for a new project. I’d had this going a bit differently in my head, more in line with the prompt and having Matty give Alaric the pep talk he needs, telling him that he is a good friend and not a horrible human being. But the point of the prompt is to get you writing, regardless of how closely you stick to the prompt. I got started with thinking about what makes a good friend and went from there.
As for myself, I’m kind of a ghost friend. I’m not always there, I appear in the weirdest places at the weirdest times, but I’m always with you in spirit. And when I am there, you can count on me for just about anything. Heck, even when I’m not there. I’m the type of person who, if my friend called me in the middle of the night (and by some miracle I saw/heard it and answered it) and needed a ride or someone to talk to, I would do whatever they needed. If that means getting up and making a coffee so that I can stay focused with whatever important task is needed, I will do it. I would much prefer an earlier call but, in an emergency, I can and will be there.
Once again I got started way too late on this. I had grand plans for my writing tonight but none of them ended up happening. Tomorrow. There’s always tomorrow. Speaking of which, see you then! Have a great Tuesday!
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