The Fall of the Phoenix
by TT (a.m.tilmouth.s99 at cranfield.ac.uk)
Tennyson flipped through his homework without actually seeing the
pages. School had not been good; he had been berated more than once for
not paying attention and Deidre and Wiggins, although they had tried, could
do nothing to cheer him up. His aunt was also worried; he could tell by the
looks she was giving him as he sat in his chair trying to work.
Miss Fayre was indeed worried. She had prayed for help and guidance
for most of the night and apart from lifting her spirits slightly it had not helped
her nephew. Watching Tennyson so sad and depressed was breaking her
heart; she had even tried to contact Mr Holmes for suggestions, but he was
There was a knock at the door. Miss Fayre wiped her wet hands on a
dishcloth and went to answer it, she glanced at her nephew he had hardly
moved from an hour ago. She shook her head and opened the door.
Tennyson had heard the door but choose to ignore it. He was having
trouble concentrating; for some reason he felt restless. Putting his
computer to one side he rubbed his eyes. Footsteps came towards him from
the hall -- two sets, one slower than the other. They came through the door
to the living room and stopped. Tennyson looked up, and saw her, tired and
slightly worn but smiling. Tessa stood before him gripping onto Peter
'Am I in the right room?'
'Little bro.' Tessa let go of Ling and felt about in the air around
her until she came in contact with Tennyson’s chair and knelt down.
Tennyson wrapped his arms round her neck and pulled her closer. Only when
their noses were touching did he see her eyes over the dark glasses she
wore; they were so pale blue they were almost white.
As if she felt his gaze she smiled and kissed his cheek. 'Missed you,
little bro. Come on, we have much to talk about.'
Outside, Holmes got back into the sky car and strapped himself in
as Watson slipped the car into first and took off.
'Do you think she’ll ever see again, Holmes?'
Holmes sighed and rested his head against the headrest. 'The
doctors said that it was possible; with treatment and time her eyesight
might improve. It is unlikely, however, that she will go back into racing
for quite some time. It sickens me that in a way Jut got his wish, not
that that helps him much now. Lestrade should be arresting one of the
prison wardens for murder about now. It seems that Scar has an extensive
Holmes looked out of the car window and stared at the passing city.
'He’s alive, and we will meet again.'
Outside the Fayre house, hidden by the high fence at the back,
white-streaked hair blowing in the slight breeze, the hunter watched.
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