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A slightly different Bad Wishing story, this one about Erin. A
couple notes. This occurs slightly after "Novitiates-Street Thugs".
Also note, no more numbers. For authors writing in the Bad Wishing
world, this should be considered standard. Stories should be started
with either "Bad Wishing:" or just "BW:"
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature,
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resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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BAD WISHING:ERIN'S FIRST WISH
This was so strange. Erin had not heard from Oberon since her
re-birth into a Leprechaun. That wasn't too strange. She had heard
from other faeries that it was possible for a fae to go centuries
without the great faerie lord ever contacting him or her. But just
now, Oberon had contacted her and ordered her into the dreams of a
mortal. Weird enough that Oberon was taking notice of her, but that
he was taking notice of a mortal? That was just bizarre.
She stepped into the man's dreams and was immediately struck by the
austere mood of this dream. She was in a hallway that seemed to
stretch on forever. The architecture and design made a statement of
great wealth, but the hall was also cold, somber, and empty. The
dimensions were completely stretched out of proportion, making the
hall seem larger than it really was. She walked down the hall
towards the feel of the man she was visiting. As she walked her
steps echoed in the hall. Erin had picked up a little on judging the
personalities of people by the symbolism of their dreams, and she
guessed that this man was very lonely.
She walked into a living area of some kind, a den perhaps. Hanging
on one wall was a large portrait of a family. There was a
middle-aged man, a slightly younger woman and a small babe. The
family all seemed to have classic Irish features, both with shocking
red hair. The woman vaguely resembled Erin, although she had softer,
rounder, more earthy features. The family all seemed incredibly
happy, and she wondered what had happened to them.
She looked through a set of French doors to an outdoor pool. Sitting
by its edge was an elderly gentleman. He was only holding a picture,
staring at it longingly. Everything around him seemed huge and not
only dwarfed him, but threatened to bury him under its distorted
immensity.
Erin peeked over his shoulder at the picture. It had the same woman
as in the portrait and a child who looked maybe three years old.
Erin guessed that they were his family, but where were they?
Erin slipped out of his dream into the world around him. She found
herself in what looked like a cross between a regal bedroom and a
hospital intensive care unit. The bed, the furniture, and the
permanent parts of the room were those of a rich man, but around the
bed were the machines of a hospital room. Names came to Erin's mind:
respirator, dialysis machine, iron lung, and others. She felt the
presence of two other people in the hall outside the room. She
walked through the partially open door and saw a man dressed in
doctors' garb and a woman in a maid's outfit.
The woman asked, "Is there anything we can do?"
"No. The cancer is too far advanced. All we can do now is make him
happy until the end."
"I hate to say it, but if he can't be saved, then I pray that his end
comes quickly. Phillip Davies hasn't been happy since his wife and
daughter died in that car wreck sixteen years ago. How long will it
be?"
"Could be tomorrow, could be a few months. It's my professional
opinion that he's got maybe three months left. Three and a half
tops."
Erin felt tears come unbidden. The poor man. She returned to the
room and leapt into the man's dreams. Phillip Davies still sat by
the pool, lost in his loneliness. An idea came to Erin's mind. She
made herself human size (possible only in the dream world), and
clothed herself in the green shamrock bikini she had gotten at Bikini
Beach. She was close enough to the woman in the pictures that she
should be able to pull this off.
She walked out behind Phillip and threw her arms around him. She
yelled, "Surprise, daddy!" and gave him a big family type kiss.
He looked back at her. "M... Morgan? But how?"
"A cab, of course." Before he could say a thing, she went on. "I
know I was supposed to call you from the airport, so you could come
get me, but I got an early flight back from college, so I decided to
surprise you." She then went over to the pool and dived in.
Phillip stood and watched her swim. As he did, the distorted
proportions of his dream shrank to a more normal size. When they
were normal, she swam over to the edge of the pool. She laid her
crossed arms on the pool side and asked, "Dad, could you tell me
about mom? I know you don't like talking about her, but I was so
young when she died that I don't remember much."
"I... suppose I have been selfish not talking about her."
"It's okay if you're not ready."
"No. You should know about your mother." Phillip sat back and
talked about his wife, Ruth. As he talked, Erin felt the years of
grief and mourning for his lost family lift. After a while, Erin
felt the world shimmer. Knowing he was either waking up or being
awaken, she waited until the last possible second and then leapt from
his mind.
In the "real" world, the maid was making small adjustments to his
bed. Seeing him awake, she said, "Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to wake
you. Go back to sleep and rest, sir."
"Esmerelda, where's my daughter?"
"Morgan, sir?"
"She caught a early flight back. Didn't you see her?"
Esmerelda got a sad smile. "Of course, sir. Miss Morgan went to the
mall for a short shopping trip. You do know how she loves to shop."
Phillip smiled. "She got that from her mother. Ruth never could
pass a mall without stopping."
"Of course, sir. You need your rest, sir. I'll wake you when your
daughter gets back." As Phillip drifted back to sleep, Esmerelda
left the room. Erin knew the maid probably thought her master was
delusionary, but Erin didn't care. Even if it was only in his
dreams, Phillip would have her as a daughter as long as he needed her.
For the next four months this went on. Every time he slipped into
dreams, Erin would slip in with him. They chatted about Ruth, a
childhood she never really experienced, the college life she wasn't
living, boys she wasn't really dating, and whatever else came up.
Erin got more than a bit of energy from his happiness, but that had
long since ceased to matter to her. Only his happiness did.
But one day it finally came to an end. Erin was in Phillip's dream
when the world was disrupted and she was forcibly ejected from his
mind. She saw the doctor and a nurse working frantically to revive
Phillip. Finally, they stabilized him and stepped back. Esmerelda,
from a corner of the room, asked, "How is he?"
The doctor shook his head. "He's not going to last the night.
Frankly, I'm amazed he's lasted this long."
The three left the room, and Erin almost broke down in tears.
Phillip didn't deserve this. He was a good and kind man who remained
so despite a life of tragedy and sickness. He wasn't even fifty yet,
but seemed destined to die from the cancer ravaging his body. Erin
decided she wasn't going to allow it. She had gained more than
enough energy from Phillip to restore him to health. It seemed only
apropos to actually use it to benefit him. She stretched her hand
out to use her magic, when the world suddenly dropped out from
underneath her.
When things went back to normal, she found herself in the court of
Oberon the Great, Lord of all the Fae. Oberon, from his grand
throne, angrily said, "Erin! You dare break faerie law? The rules
are clear. You are not allowed to use magic to tamper with a
mortal's life except in exchange for gold."
Erin went to one knee. Thinking quickly, she said, "Great Oberon,
the rules also say that I may trade magic for a favor when the mortal
has given freely with no expectation of recompense. This mortal has
certainly done that."
"The rule is that you may trade a wish for such good will. Has this
mortal wished for health?"
"No, but-"
"But nothing. Unless he explicitly wishes for it, you cannot aid him."
Before she knew what she was saying, Erin blurted out, "If he's not
to be saved, why did you send him to me in the first place?"
Oberon glared angrily at her, and Oberon was ancient power beyond
reckoning. Even his stare carried enough force to drive Erin back to
her butt. "You presume much! Forget not who you speak to!"
Erin immediately went to her knees. "My apologies, Great Oberon.
But... why did you send me to this man?"
"I sent you to this man because he is a believer. He keeps it quiet,
but he believes in the fae. Faeries of all types, imps, brownies,
pixies, gnomes, leprechauns; he believes in them all. That is rare
in today's day and age. I sent you to him to ease his days and do
what you could for him."
"Then let me heal him, please."
"The rules are clear, Erin. No fae, particularly you, is allowed to
break them." Oberon disappeared, clearly ending the audience.
Erin collapsed into tears. She only sobbed a few seconds before she
heard a soft voice ask, "Why the tears, child?"
Erin looked up. Queen Titania, who had not left, had deigned to step
down from her throne and now stood before the young Leprechaun.
"Beautiful Titania, please ask your husband to reconsider. This man
does not deserve to die."
"If he does not deserve to die, then save him."
"But Oberon said I couldn't."
Titania seemed thoughtful. "Strange, I don't recall him saying that."
"But he said-"
"He SAID only that you must obey the rules. You're young, Erin. You
still have yet to learn that part of being fae is figuring out how to
obey the rules explicitly, yet still get exactly what you want."
Erin stood. "I think I understand. Thank you, great lady. May I go?"
"Yes, child, you may."
Erin slipped into the Channels and returned to Phillip's house. She
went inside his room and found him in a groggy state between waking
and sleep. She leapt onto the bed and gently shook him. "Phillip.
Phillip Davies, wake up."
It took a bit, but he finally came awake and looked over. His voice
was ragged, and he had to take many pauses as he spoke. "Morgan?
What happened... to you?"
"Phillip Davies, I am a Leprechaun named Erin. Four months ago, I
came to you in your dream and found you wallowing in loneliness, so I
took the role of your... your dead child to try to ease your pain."
Phillip actually smiled. "That explains... the look... Esmerelda
gave me... whenever... I asked... about you."
"Phillip-"
"Father. Call me... father. I don't have... much time left. It
pleases me... to continue... to think of you... as my daughter."
"Father, I can heal you. You have given me so much energy in your
dreams. In return, all you need do is wish for it and I can restore
you to full health, even make you young again if that's what you
desire."
"And what... happens... to you... without... that energy?"
"I just start over."
"Four months... worth of time?"
"A blink of time for me, father. I will live for eons. Four months
is nothing."
Phillip thought about it. "Can you restore my wife and child to life?"
"No. That power is beyond any fae."
"Then no. It would be... improper... for a father... to take so...
from his daughter."
Erin started to cry. "Please, father, I don't need the energy, and
you do need the healing."
"Was I... a good father?"
"A girl could not wish for a better daddy."
"Erin, I just wish... I could've been... a better parent. You
deserve... a mother, too."
Erin smiled. Obey the rules, yet get what you want. Erin said,
"Granted," and kissed her father.
Phillip felt a strange tingle pass through him. When the tingle was
gone so were most of the sensations he had lived with for most of the
last part of his life. Gone were the sensations of tubes and
machines that were a permanent part of his body. Also gone was the
pain and/or drugs that had been with him longer than the machines.
He sat up, his chest shifting weirdly as he did. He looked down and
saw a pair of breasts. He got up and ran to the mirror. Looking
back at him was a beautiful, well-endowed blonde.
Still staring in amazement, he... she heard a knock on the door.
Esmerelda stuck her head in. "Miss Davies, I'm sorry to inform you,
your husband, master Davies, has passed on."
Phillip felt real tears. That was crazy. He was alive in this
female body, wasn't he? But even as he (she?) thought it, a history
came to his (her?) mind. Her name was Alicia. She was a stripper
who had met and married Phillip Davies a few years ago. Everybody
assumed she was a gold digger, but she really did love Phillip.
She said, "Thank you, Esmerelda. Give me a second, and I'll be right
there." After Esmerelda left, she called out, "Morgan? Erin? Are
you there?" but there was no answer. She walked to Phillip's room
wondering if she was crazy. Was she Alicia or Phillip?
She was still wondering at the funeral when she saw a flash of bright
green moving behind a tree. She saw Erin's bright red hair just
before the Leprechaun disappeared behind the oak.
When she got home, she ran straight to her room and called out,
"Erin? If I'm not going crazy, come out now!"
A soft voice said, "Yes, mother?"
"Erin, what's going on? Am I Phillip or Alicia?"
"Both. As Phillip, you wished for you to be a better parent and for
me to have a mother, so I used everything I had to create Alicia and
put your mind in her."
"Why make me a gold digger?"
"It gave people an excuse not to know you; therefore, you wouldn't
get caught on details you didn't know. That's also why I didn't come
back. I figured you didn't want to see me after I made you a woman."
"Erin, man or woman, I consider you my daughter, and you will always
be welcome here." Erin leapt up and hugged Alicia. "But I would
prefer you to be a little more modestly attired. Why aren't you
wearing anything between your hat and stockings?"
"I don't have the energy. In your dreams, you dreamed up the clothes
I wore, and before your wish, I collected enough to clothe myself,
but now, I just don't have it."
"And how do you get more energy?"
"Collect it from dreams or from gold."
"Wait here." Alicia went over to the wall, moved a picture, got into
the safe behind it, and pulled out an envelope. As she opened it,
she said, "My mother always said, 'If you get rich enough, buy three
gold coins and set them aside to buy wishes from a Leprechaun.'" She
handed them Erin. "Here."
"I can't accept charity; I can only trade for gold."
"I'm not just giving you these. I am buying a wish."
Erin took the coins. "I can tell these are nearly pure gold. You
could get good wishes from a powerful Leprechaun."
"But the wish I want only you can grant."
"Okay."
"Erin, I wish that you'd consider yourself my daughter, a member of
my family, and that you'd return as much as you can to let me be your
mother."
Erin leapt back into Alicia's arms and gave her the biggest hug a two
foot tall girl could.
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