Bug or Man
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katleeptTitle: Bug or Man
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Characters/Pairing: Archie/Jiminy
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: For the Once Upon a Land comm's Round Seven Creation to honor our wonderfully dear Archie
Word Count: 769
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
I remember, as I was growing up, I never really knew what I wanted to be. All I did know for certain about my future was that I wouldn't have much of one as long as I was underneath my parents' control and that I yearned to be free of them, to be rid of the lies they forced me to tell, the tricks they forced me to play, and the hurt they insisted I spread. I thought the day would never come when I would be free of them, and even when it finally did, I still wasn't sure how much of a future I could have.
I didn't know if I could be a conscience, not really. What could a cricket do, after all? But I was determined to try. I wanted to help people. That's all I've ever really wanted to do with my life. I've always wanted to help those who are hurt and innocent, to correct the pains my parents caused, to try to put more good in this world than the evils they created. I don't know if I ever can.
Yet, as I walk the town that has finally become my home tonight, I can see the good I have done. People smile and wave at me. They look at me, not through me or above me. They seem genuinely happy to see me, and I know they are. I know they care about me, just as I care about them, and I've helped every one of them over the years we've known each other just as they have helped me.
I have a reputation again, but this time, it isn't a bad one. Friends seek me out. Often, they seek my advice, but sometimes, they just want a caring shoulder, a friendly pat on the back, or some one simply to listen to them. Even the Queen herself needs that, and I'm always happy to oblige them. Everybody needs a friend, and I want to help them all, regardless of rather they're good or evil.
Our two greatest evils in this town didn't start that way, but unlike me, they didn't get the help they needed in time. I still hope I can help save them. I don't know if I can. Even after all these years, I remain uncertain, at best, of my abilities to be a conscience or a counselor, but one then, I can be, one thing I aim to be to all I met who allow me to be, is a friend.
I don't count Rumpelstiltskin among my friends quite yet, but I do count Queen Regina. She's come along way, and I've been there for most of her journey since we came to this world. I wonder, sometimes, why she chose me when she needed a psychiatrist. Maybe it's part of being a conscience. I don't know, but I do know she's changed. I've watched her blossom from the Evil Queen she was long before she started the curse that changed all our lives to the mother for Henry she is today. I like to think I've helped her on her journey, and every time she smiles at me and appreciation shines in her dark eyes, I know I've had at least some small and good affect upon her life and that of her child.
It makes me proud. Perhaps it shouldn't. Pride is a sin, after all, and can lead to disastrous things, but I can't seem to help myself. It does my heart good to know I'm making a difference in this world, and especially for people I know and for whom I care, whom I love. They're more than my friends; they're the only true family this cricket will ever know.
Sometimes, I wonder what will happen when we go back. I dream of it often at night and awake screaming. I don't want to be an insect again. I don't want to lose this body. There's so much more I can do in this form. But whatever happens, I know two things: I'll continue caring for these people and doing all I can to help them.
Knowledge strikes me at odd times, and it does so again as I enter into Granny's and am greeted by the delicious smells of her cooking, warm lights, and cheerful greetings. Ruby pats my shoulder, and as I look at her, a bug to a wolf, I know something else. I am finally what I want to be, and whatever the future holds, whatever I become, rather bug or man, I will always be their friend.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Characters/Pairing: Archie/Jiminy
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: For the Once Upon a Land comm's Round Seven Creation to honor our wonderfully dear Archie
Word Count: 769
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
I remember, as I was growing up, I never really knew what I wanted to be. All I did know for certain about my future was that I wouldn't have much of one as long as I was underneath my parents' control and that I yearned to be free of them, to be rid of the lies they forced me to tell, the tricks they forced me to play, and the hurt they insisted I spread. I thought the day would never come when I would be free of them, and even when it finally did, I still wasn't sure how much of a future I could have.
I didn't know if I could be a conscience, not really. What could a cricket do, after all? But I was determined to try. I wanted to help people. That's all I've ever really wanted to do with my life. I've always wanted to help those who are hurt and innocent, to correct the pains my parents caused, to try to put more good in this world than the evils they created. I don't know if I ever can.
Yet, as I walk the town that has finally become my home tonight, I can see the good I have done. People smile and wave at me. They look at me, not through me or above me. They seem genuinely happy to see me, and I know they are. I know they care about me, just as I care about them, and I've helped every one of them over the years we've known each other just as they have helped me.
I have a reputation again, but this time, it isn't a bad one. Friends seek me out. Often, they seek my advice, but sometimes, they just want a caring shoulder, a friendly pat on the back, or some one simply to listen to them. Even the Queen herself needs that, and I'm always happy to oblige them. Everybody needs a friend, and I want to help them all, regardless of rather they're good or evil.
Our two greatest evils in this town didn't start that way, but unlike me, they didn't get the help they needed in time. I still hope I can help save them. I don't know if I can. Even after all these years, I remain uncertain, at best, of my abilities to be a conscience or a counselor, but one then, I can be, one thing I aim to be to all I met who allow me to be, is a friend.
I don't count Rumpelstiltskin among my friends quite yet, but I do count Queen Regina. She's come along way, and I've been there for most of her journey since we came to this world. I wonder, sometimes, why she chose me when she needed a psychiatrist. Maybe it's part of being a conscience. I don't know, but I do know she's changed. I've watched her blossom from the Evil Queen she was long before she started the curse that changed all our lives to the mother for Henry she is today. I like to think I've helped her on her journey, and every time she smiles at me and appreciation shines in her dark eyes, I know I've had at least some small and good affect upon her life and that of her child.
It makes me proud. Perhaps it shouldn't. Pride is a sin, after all, and can lead to disastrous things, but I can't seem to help myself. It does my heart good to know I'm making a difference in this world, and especially for people I know and for whom I care, whom I love. They're more than my friends; they're the only true family this cricket will ever know.
Sometimes, I wonder what will happen when we go back. I dream of it often at night and awake screaming. I don't want to be an insect again. I don't want to lose this body. There's so much more I can do in this form. But whatever happens, I know two things: I'll continue caring for these people and doing all I can to help them.
Knowledge strikes me at odd times, and it does so again as I enter into Granny's and am greeted by the delicious smells of her cooking, warm lights, and cheerful greetings. Ruby pats my shoulder, and as I look at her, a bug to a wolf, I know something else. I am finally what I want to be, and whatever the future holds, whatever I become, rather bug or man, I will always be their friend.
The End
