#Zacharie says hun or honey

[ender-selfships]

What are some nicknames/petnames your F/O(s) call you? Say as many or as few as you want! My answer is in the tags <3

pr*ship/c*mship/antianti/whatever you're calling yourself FUCK OFF.

[westywrites]

The Teller of Stories and Keeper of Secrets

Chapter 1 - Tanya Armstrong

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I'll start by telling you the story of the sweetest in the bunch, little Tanya Armstrong. A sweet young thing, only 13 years old, with luscious natural strawberry blonde curls framing her round face with many freckles and large, warm blue eyes with flecked with gold. Shy and quiet until you wriggled onto her good side then she’s one of the most hyper children I have ever dealt with. Her story, at least the part we're interested in, starts at the end of March, 2013.

Her family was taking a trip down to Florida to visit Disneyland in a celebration of her and her brothers' birthday. Her parents figured it was the easiest thing to do for their birthday, considering they were triplets. Tanya was deathly afraid of heights and the flight was not going to be easy for her.

"Don't be foolish," they told her, "planes rarely crash."

Of course her brothers teased her to no end. They boarded the flight perfectly fine with only a minor struggle to get Tanya on the plane. The engines started and Tanya was shaking like a leaf on a windy autumn day.

"You'll be fine, hun." Her mom held her hand as they took off and continued holding it until Tanya fell asleep.

"Wake up honey." Her mom shook her gently. "We're here."

Tanya moaned. "Already?"

"Yeah, hun." Her mom was taking their stuff out of the overhead compartments. "That wasn’t so bad, now was it?"

"No, I guess not." Tanya was relieved the flight was over and she thoroughly enjoyed their vacation. When the time of their flight home came around she wasn't anywhere near as nervous. Exhausted from Disneyland the day before Tanya fell asleep before the plane even started. She awoke only after being violently shaken by turbulence.

"What was that?" She asked her mother; terrified again.

"Just turbulence, hun," her mother smiled, "nothing to worry about." Tanya wasn’t so sure. She had the nastiest feeling that something was wrong, she didn't know what, but she knew there was something. The plane bumped and rattled around some more, waking her brother in the seat in front of her. He flicked his head around, his caramel hair bouncing a little with the motion.

"Don't kick my seat, Tanya." He accused.

"I didn't, Zachary." She replied honestly.

"She did I saw her." Her other brother Jonathan said, sweeping his long strawberry blonde hair out of his eyes.

"You can't see anything with that hair." Tanya retorted.

"Would you guys stop." Their mom looked pretty pissed so they shut up automatically.

"Yes mom, sorry mom." Zachary rolled his eyes and the plane shook again. Tanya’s knuckles were turning white from how tight she was holding the armrests.

"Ah is wittle Tanya afraid of the big bad wind?" Zachary was making pouty faces at her when suddenly there was the sound of an explosion from outside. Everyone in the plane started to panic and an announcement came over the loudspeaker telling everyone to fasten their seat belts, they were going to have to make an emergency stop. The last part of the announcement was muted by the sound of thunder and another explosion.

"Mom." Tanya looked at her mom and the forced smile did nothing to comfort her. Another announcement this time with oxygen masks dropping from the ceiling.

"Please put on the mask and go into the braced position." The announcement’s cold automated voice said.

"Ah sweet, I'm in a plane crash." Jonathan smiled at Tanya. "Whoot whoot!" The plane was falling quickly, people were screaming. Tanya had her eyes squeezed shut.

"Please, please don't let me die, please please." She muttered to herself and everything went black.

She woke up to pain, so much pain. Something was crushing her legs and she couldn't move. She started screaming for her mom, her dad, her brothers, anyone. But to no avail. No one was coming. The only sounds were the creaking of settling metal and the crackling of fire somewhere in the wreckage. She cried and screamed some more, hoping and praying that someone and anyone would come save her, hoping and praying that her family was alive. There was a sound, the sound of metal against metal as someone pushed it out of their way. Tanya screamed again, begging for them to come help her.

"Tanya?" It was her dad!

"Daddy, I'm here." Tears of relief poured down her face. "Daddy." Her dad then pulled the debris off of her legs, lifted her up and ran out of the torn, flaming shell of the plane. He hugged her tight whispering in her ear how everything was going to be ok. She knew that wasn't true, her dad was crying, he never cried.

"Daddy, is mommy ok?" Tanya wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer.

"Oh Tanya." Her dad set her down beside her brothers, bloody, broken and unmoving. "Oh Tanya." Her dad fell unconscious.

"Daddy?" Tanya grabbed his head and shoulders into her lap. "Daddy?" she said again and again, hugging his head and sobbing. Eventually Tanya left her family's bodies to go see if there were any other survivors. She called out, finding a few others barely clinging to life. She found a small child curled beneath a broken seat, an old man unconscious but still breathing and the pilot trying to make desperate calls over the broken radio. It was not long before emergency crews were there to clean up the mess and take the survivors to safety. Tanya fell silent, going through the motions, getting on the ambulance, but she couldn't bring herself to answer their questions.

"What's your name?" They would ask only to be met with silence. "How old are you?" Tanya just stared off into the distance. It was days before she told them anything, even then it was only one or two word answers.

Tanya spent a solid three weeks in the hospital. The only visitors she got were the grandparents of the small child thanking her for saving the kid's life. The nurses were friendly and so was the social worker making the arrangements for Tanya to live at her Aunt Aubert's house. On her last day at the hospital she finally told her full story, as well as she could remember it that is. Her Aunt arrived an hour late, saying she had needed to run some errands first. The first few weeks at her Aunt's were tough but Tanya didn't complain. She mostly hid in her room, reading book after book, only coming downstairs for meals. Though her Aunt was not very good with children she meant well and was beginning to worry for Tanya. She would continuously try to get Tanya out of her room in the ways she saw best. She tried to get Tanya to play poker with her and her pals, tried to get her to come to a play. Tanya of course was not interested in any of this, she was too busy escaping into other worlds.

Tanya had been with her Aunt around 6 weeks when she started getting nasty headaches. Headaches so bad they would render her unable to do anything. On the days she got these headaches she would lie in bed all day staring at the ceiling. Every noise would sound amplified, lights made her eyes ache and every smell was so strong, even the taste of her own mouth was disgustingly overpowering. She had lost all concern for herself though, no longer caring if she was dying, anything would be better than this boring life. She wished she was a character in one of her books or movies. Even if she only got to be a side character, so long as she could know for sure that miracles and magic exist. If only. One day, during which she had a particularly bad headache, she noticed that everything didn't fade back to normal. It stayed at an almost overwhelming level, not as bad as during the headaches, but pretty close. She looked around her room and noticed how clear everything was, she could see every string of the carpet, she listened and could hear her Aunt talking on the phone downstairs as though she was standing right beside her. Suddenly Tanya was really dizzy and she fell backwards onto her bed letting out a small yelp that sounded as loud as a scream to her.

Over the next few days Tanya continued playing with her senses, listening as far as she could and looking at the smallest things. She noticed that each day after using them she would get less dizzy and they would be even stronger. Tanya stayed in her room even more now and her Aunt made the decision to start her in a group therapy session for grieving teens. Tanya, of course, tried to refuse and said she was fine, but her Aunt did not believe her. It was now almost summertime and Tanya had missed large amounts of school. If she was not able to meet the curriculum requirements for her grade 7 year over the summer she would have to do it again next year. Her Aunt was truly worried about Tanya's well being and was going to make all the necessary motions to ensure she was alright. Seeing as Tanya refused to go, getting her there was no easy task, but Aunt Aubert managed fairly well by tricking Tanya into thinking they were going to buy more books.

"This isn't the way to the bookstore." Tanya had suspected her Aunt was going to pull something like this.

"We're taking a different way today!" Her Aunt felt bad for lying but knew it had to be done. They drove the rest of the way in silence, other than an occasional mildly upset noise from Tanya. The building they pulled up to had a cheery, colourful sign reading, "WALTER'S HAPPY CHILDREN'S HOUSE!" in big colourful letters.

"What's a happy children's house?" Tanya thought that was probably the dumbest name she had ever seen.

"Well you've been down in the dumps so I'm afraid I'm making you go to therapy sessions." Aunt Aubert gave an apologetic grin. "There will be a bunch of other teens just like you and you'll all get better together!"

Tanya gave an over-exaggerated sigh. "If I have to."