Tu Es Ma Lumière

183 - Parasite *Modern*

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Side Note - I found this on my computer a while ago, I wrote this tiny little concept around six years ago, so I was about fourteen. It was for a completley different fandom, but I've gotten into the habit of reading my old stuff and seeing how I can improve or how I can improve. I also love the movie Brain on Fire, which does resemble this little piece. So, would you guys be interested if I pulled it out of the treasure chest, polished it up and published as a kid Mary concept? Obviously there would be dustings of Frary, but it's a more Mary and James (her father/brother) than a completley Frary. Please let me know, the kid-centric ones I write don't usually get a lot of reviews (most recently parts 74 and 181, which literally have none) in comparison to the others, so I'm really interested to see if you guys would like it or not.

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It's not uncommon at all for James Stuart to see his two eldest children to bed each night. Before he married Amanda and had their son with her, it was every night that the multi-millionaire actor made a few minutes in his busy schedule to see his son James and little daughter Mary to bed. In those days, it was just the three of them. The three of them against -at best, most of- the Stuart/Tudor family and the entire world. Everything James and Mary knew was their father, he doted on them like no other.

There isn't much age between them, with his son being born just thirteen months before his sister. Marie had been a marvel at that time, there hadn't ever been more than friendship between the two. She had been a brilliant support system after Madeline died. He had been heartbroken to not only loose his beautiful Valois bride, but his chance at fatherhood, too. It had already been a decade late than what was socially acceptable, so Marie agreed to birth children for him. He had accepted without a second thought. Finally, fatherhood. They had gotten married when she had been around six or seven months with James, divorced when Mary was four months. Her maternal rights were handed over, and he was left to raise the children only he really wanted.

It all changed when the children were four and five respectively. He had been caught in a tornado, the plane from LA to Paris being thrown off course, mashing against another commercial flight that left many dead. That was the day that he met Amanda, the beautiful blonde, blue eyed primary school teacher with an extraordinary attitude and a resiliency that he had met in no other woman in his life. In day four of their plane wreck, they had gotten pregnant with Matthew, engaged three months afterwards. A whirlwind romance that had changed everything in their lives, and in some ways, not for the better.

After the children had gotten to know their future step mother, things began changing. James was stricter with his children, even though they were so little. Amanda and the baby inside became the priority, and the two children knew it. Both being perceptive little sponges, the night that James and Amanda had gotten home from the hospital, post scare with the baby, James and Mary had made a pact. They had lost their father's priority, that was obvious to even them, but the two of them didn't loose each others' love. In all things, they would put each other first, they would have their siblings' back through any controversy and would stand with each other, even if that meant standing opposite their father.

It had consequences, but what doesn't? They secluded themselves from the repulsively perfect family that kept on growing and growing by the year, a disgustingly affectionate marriage with offspring that pushed the rusty dagger into the children's gut on the daily basis. The feisty, fiery passion that had became James and Mary's borderline identical personalities had snuffed themselves into dust each and every time one of the offspring would throw a tantrum or injure their elder siblings' in any way. The two would barely react, closing their hearts to the miniature humans who turned their world upside down. Their father knows this, it's barely been spoken of. Until this moment, it had remained silent, but that didn't mean it had to stay silent. 

The elder James waits outside his daughter and son's room. Even at eight and nine, they insist on sharing a room together. It's an enormous room, they want for no space. The time for looks over the room, silent communication in full view of their father or step mothers' family was finished. James' bruises were healed, Mary's broken nose was healed. They would have to speak.

And they were speaking, just not with their father.

"I don't know," he can hear his daughter speak from the closed door. He frowns, looking at the white wood door. "How could we pull it off?"

"Come on, tell me you haven't thought of this before? Not even when his wife had been carrying a baby, where our mother was? I know father wants us to call her that, but she's not. Don't you ever think about who she is? Why she's not around?"

"All the time when I was younger, when things changed with father and his wife." It seemed the days of Daddy and Mommy were over now, too. As were the days of Daddy and Amanda, just the same as Dad and Amanda. That's where they were now, father and his wife. "I wanted to know why Matthew breastfed and neither of us did."

"If we can convince him to tell us about her, don't you think we can get somebody to track her down? Start talking to her? Know why she isn't around us ever?" James asks. "Sister mine, if she likes us, then we might be able to spend time with her. She might like us, and take us from here." James gasps at his son's words. He waits on horridly baited breath for his daughters' word.

"We wouldn't be around them anymore, the days of screaming tantrums and making out on the couch would be over." she sounds happy at the prospect. "We might be put first," Mary whispers.

"Exactly," his son says. "we could be taken away from here, into a better life with our real mother. Be put first, not left to fend for ourselves as an afterthought whenever his wife gets knocked up or when one of their whelps throws a fit when they don't get their own way. We might be able to get somebody to listen when your head hurts, not just be given pills and sent away. Doesn't it sound amazing, sister mine?"

"Absolutely," James can hear his daughter confirm. "It absolutely does sound amazing, brother mine. It does." His heart aches in his chest, and he walks away.

Karma's a bitch. Mary wakes up blind the next morning.

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Super weird, I know. But I do really like this concept, it's different than Kid Frary and sometimes, different is refreshing. Also, points to anybody who guesses which fandom this was originally written for!