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Subject: {ASSM} Bad Wishing:Erin's First Wish
Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 00:10:04 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

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, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
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.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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