Scrapped Princess - Falling Into Place (Fulle/Pacifica)

[Gundam Girl]

This is my first Scrapped Princess fic, dedicated to the wonderful Wicked_child_md. She?s my awesome fast food-suffering sister!

Disclaimer: I do not own Scrapped Princess and am making no profit from this fan story.

Note: I love Fulle/Pacifica. This fic has been weighing on my mind for a while, so I?m glad I finally wrote it. It is set at the end of episode 16. Enjoy!

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Falling Into Place

By Gundam Girl

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Why did it have to be me? It?s so odd to consider it now that you?ve been here so long and I haven?t even thought about it once. But honestly?why? Why did I have to be so curious about the explosion caused by Ginnungagap?it isn?t like I had any friends or family around that could?ve been hurt by the accident. Everyone had gone far away from the shore when the threat had neared.

But it was as though, on that day, that I was?beckoned. That an usual word to say, maybe, but in the military I learned to trust my instincts, and that is what I did. You should never fight something like that, you?ll only been causing trouble for yourself.

So at the beckoning of whatever wanted me to be down on that shore, I had walked down to inspect the damage. Of course there had been a lot of it. It even crossed my mind that many lives had probably been exacted by the Church?s foolish mission. I wasn?t at all surprised by the numerous amounts of scrap metal and splintered wood. That was to be expected. What I never would have thought to find was the small girl, her golden hair waving in the wind and her blue eyes looking so sadly at the mass of destruction that rested unmoving on the sand.

I felt a weird sensation when I first saw you. It was so odd that I can remember it so clearly now, and it magnified tenfold when you turned your head and those sad eyes met mine. And even though curiosity shined in them as you asked me who I was, the sadness stayed there.

I?m sorry I was responded so coldly to you at first. You didn?t deserve that. But I don?t think I deserved the sudden onslaught of emotions that swirled in me. I admit that I wondered for a moment if you were a witch or some other kind of pagan, but then you told me you didn?t remember anything about yourself. I figured that someone as innocent as you could never be evil.

And you aren?t. You?re the gentlest creature I?ve ever encountered. Most people are selfish and jealous and possessed by greed and the need to serve themselves, but not you. You?ve been helpful wherever you can, despite the spurts of violence now and then. I suppose you mean well.

It was a pleasure being able to help you. There have been some times the meaner side of me has thought of you as trouble?well, you are?but it?s not a trouble that?s bothered me. In fact, I think you?ve helped me more than you know. Like you enjoy reminding me of, I was turning into an old man with no future before you came here. With you to take care of, I worked harder. I was kinder to people in general. I let brawlers at the restaurant go with a warning instead of a black eye.

Is that the real me? Or is that kindness only part of me now because you put it there?

I think it?s the second one, Pamela.

Pamela. I turn over onto my other side and look at the curtain between my patch of wooden floor and my bed that you?re sleeping on. Your silhouette is dark, clashing with the person casting it. I thought it might have been a bit rude to give you a name that I had previously used for a wandered ? a cat, no less. But it?s perfectly acceptable in your case. You?re a stray cat who only wants comfort from people who care about her.

That?s why you should go with Raquel-san and your father. They care about you. They can take care of you so much better than I can. I?m happy they found you again. I?m happy you have a family to love you. You shouldn?t have to go without one, like me.

I am happy for you.

I can hear you breath, and it?s the most comforting sound in the world. I?ve never thought of anything as particularly comforting. You are. I don?t know why, but you?re the only person who has ever made me feel completely safe with my guard down. Maybe that?s another reason why you should go. I need my guard back.

I need it, I do, but I don?t want it back. If I could have a choice of anything I want in the world, it would be that you could stay here with me. I?ve never been happy before. I?m not entirely sure if I am now, but I?ve smiled the most in my life around you. I think that means something.

You like it here. You just told me so. And you?ve said that you don?t want to leave. Do you not want to leave this place, or do you not want to leave me? I almost wish I could ask you this question and finally get an answer to at least one of the things that constantly plague me. But that would be selfish. And you?ve instilled selflessness in me. It?s another disadvantage.

What can I do for you? I know that it can?t be much?I don?t make much money, and if I could change that, I would. I?d do it for you. I?d do it so you could be happy with me. But I know that the lifestyle I could offer you wouldn?t be suitable. Just looking at you inspires thoughts of royalty, even in your most graceless moments, which, it is unmistaken, you have plenty of. I don?t mind that. I like it.

I might even love it. I don?t know.

Light is coming into the room. Has it been so long since I told you goodnight? Has it been so long since you said it back to me in the voice I?ve grown accustomed to hearing so much?

You?ll go today. That was the last time I?ll ever get to hear you tell me goodnight. I know it now; I wish I could hear it every night until I die. I wish I could die when you die.

I stand up to find what food is available. At least we can have one last peaceful meal together before you leave with your family.

Before I can walk to the cabinet, I turn back. Silently, I pull the curtain back to watch you. Your hair is cast out over the pillow, the gold of it lit by the early morning sun. A small hand lies open-palmed near your cheek. Your chest rises and falls as you breath in and out, lips parted slightly.

I can?t resist it. I lean over, careful not to disturb the mattress in any way, and lightly brush back your bangs from your forehead. My lips touch your skin. It will be the only kiss I will ever give you.

I straighten. You haven?t moved an inch, you heavy sleeper. I?m glad. I don?t want you to know that my life had finally fallen into place with you in it. I don?t want you to know?that I love you.

I love you.

Goodbye, Pamela.

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Please review and tell me how this was!

[wicked]

I don't care what you say GG, Fulle said it! Maybe only in his head, to himself, but he said it!!!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I still love this piece, because he said it!!! Very nice introspective on why he went to the shore that day. Why he did what he did, and how he felt about it. It's a great piece. We need more FullexPacifica/Pamela. ^_____^

*HUGGLES*

Love you!!! And don't you worry. I'm still working on something. I feel that if I'm given a fic, one must be given in return (instead of just a line saying something to the effect of, "Gee, you're so awesome and spiffy." ^___^ Which is why I'm still working on yours, Miss Sin, and DJ's. Oy vey. Not to mention my Naruto fic (which ever more plot bunnies rising with that anime).

~Wicked

[Gundam Girl]

Haha, don't worry! "Gee, you're so awesome and spiffy" is a GREAT compliment, and I'll accept it anytime. And take your time on your fic for me -- no rush required. That RL thing has its influences, I know.

I'm just so glad you liked this fic! I was nervous about it since I'm never written SP, and anything out of my GW comfort zone worries me. But it's cool that it pleases!

Love you too!