Make A Wish

by

Iland Girl

Godric x OC

'for those unwilling to give in.'

Prologue

They say it's not impossible to change your future, but to know what foot to put where is nearly impossible to know as well.

I had been guarded, I had been careful, I had calculated every inch of my way to make sure that I never misplaced a step.

Yet as I ran into the hotel, soaked to the bone from the rain prior today, I knew that somewhere... somehow along the road... I had royally fucked up.

Even as I pressed the elevator button, watching the dial turn painfully slow to my floor before forgetting it and running to the stairs, I knew I was too late. Even as I lunged three steps at a time, the odds of me getting there were small.

So where had I gone wrong? What was the miscalculation? I thought... I thought I had fixed everything, made everything right? Apparently I had been mistaken; perhaps the point to this lesson was there was no mistakes. There was no right and wrong; just destiny.

The thought brought forth an image of a boy, barely older than I, smiling for the first time since I had met him. It lit up the night sky when I saw that. It still did from me just thinking about it.

Well fuck destiny.

I threw open the door to the final floor, flying past a very tall man before hopping up the final steps three at a time. With the intense momentum I had, I nearly went flying off the roof. My turn was sharp and somewhat sloppy, but I didn't care because he was standing there.

My feet carried me towards him as my lungs begged for more oxygen, but I didn't care not did I slow.

So what if I had made a few mistakes? So what if I hadn't gotten everything right? I didn't care, because the only thing I cared about, the only person that I cared about was standing just a couple yards away.

Flashes of our time came together, of the first time I ever saw him, of the first time he protected me, and I him. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I saw him turn to look at me.

I remembered the first time I had seen his stoic face, chiseled to perfection as he watched me guardedly. I remember the way a light died in his eyes when he was dealing with other vampires.

But this...

There was no light, nor pain or sadness in his eyes. No, this time was unguarded fear.

He feared for me.

Before I could truly rifle through the fact that he was completely open with his feelings, the sun came up and I felt my skin burn as I dove at him.

"Godric!"

And that, my friends, is a prologue to yet another new story. For those of you who do enjoy my work and read multiple stories of mine you will notice I have started a lot of new ones. Truth be told my head has been so cluttered with stories that I haven't been focussing on everything else properly as of late.

So, here is another first chapter, though I will most likely add another very soon. There are about 3 different directions i wanted to take this story, but truth be told I have had this one in my head since I first saw Godric when season 2 came out.

Anywho, hope you guys think it is a good start and hope to hear from y'all!

Cheers!

Iland Girl