Worlds Collide(Iva/Ty)

Yes, yes, you are right,"

Watching him spin his spin of flowers, Iva had started to stack the smooth rocks into piles artistically. She had made a strange piling of grays, blues, and browns when she finally looked over at Ty again. He just looked so goofy, doing a little girl's hobby.

"What are you making?" She asked, leaning in close to him to see what he was doing. Her hand was on his knee casually- a gesture that didn't bother her unless skin touched skin.

Ty began getting into his little passtime as he spun more and more flowers togther, he became less aware of what was around him, and thought back to when he'd was a little kid, back home, doing such things.

He could see his mother's smile as he presented her with a little crown.

"Mama! Look," he would call out in his little child voice, "I a-made it for yeah." His mother would always act like his creation was the greatest thing in the world, the crown jewels not a buch of daisys and weeds.

He came back from his memory as he felt Iva place her hand softly on his knee as she leaned closer to look at what he was doing.

Shaking away the sadness that the memory brough, he gave her a smile and tied the last flower to the first, completing his master piece.

"Mama look," he whispered softly, smiling at his memory - forgetting for a moment that Iva could actually hear him - before jumping back to his usual pep and placing it upon his head.

"Its a-me, no?"

Seeing the moment of sadness reflected in those blue eyes, Iva decided to humor the poor man. THe way he said that made his seem crazy, childish and depressed, all at the same time.

Iva couldn't say she was any different though. Maybe, the two were simple two being of the same cloth.

Or he was insane. Either or.

She clapped her hands together once, laughing softly. "It is very perfect!" She gasped, "I like it! I will make one too!"

Grabbing flowers, Iva found herself awkwardly knotting them together, her forehead creased with strain. It was harder than she thought.

Tyler bit back a laugh as she started making a crown of her own, and having difficulty knotting them together.

"It's not as a-smiple as it a-looks," he said softly. "It takes a-years of practice to become an expert a-like me."

He picked up two flowers and began slowly repeating a method that his mother had showed him, that was - slightly - easier than plain knots.

"Let a-me be the master this a-time," he said softly. "This reminds of bein' a child back a-home. My mama taught me this way of a-doin' it."

"Of course, Master," She rolled the R for a long time playfully.

"My Mat' did not teach me things like this. She did not like to play around. " Iva started to watch his careful fingers impatiently. "She only taught me to bake,"

Iva was tying to mimic his knots with little success, getting angrier and angrier. Finally, she shoved her messed up chain into his chest, fuming.

"I give up," She huffed, popping the head off of a single flower and letting it glide into the water. It bobbed out into the lake before slowly sinking. "I cannot learn,"

"If I were to bake yeah'd need a whole a-fire department," he laughed easily. "When I use an oven thanks a-tend to go boom."

Ty put his arms up as the flowers were shoved back at him, "Hey now."

"Nobody's perfect," he drawled easily, "that wasn't too a-bad for a first try. When I was first a-learnin' I believe I killed more plants than any could imagine."

Slowly he picked up the remains of Iva's attempted and with care fixed it until it was a crown once more.

"There," he said placing it on her head, "Beaaa-u-tee-ful."

Iva adjusted her crown slightly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She stood up, twirling round childishly once or twice.

"I am the princess of the flowers," She joked, her serious stanc taking away from the fact. She took a step down the beach, being a bit goofy.

"I shall rule like a Czar. Cruelly!" She laughed a bit at her joke. "And then I shall-"

Then that stupid rock stubbed her toe, cauing her to fall face first into the rocky waters.

Tyler leaned back, enjoying watching Iva actually joke about for once - she was almost acting like him he thought with a mingle of amusement and pride.

That is he was he had the not-so-pleasure of watching her trip right into the lake.

"Iva!" he called rather unneciassarily, as he fumbled to scramble to his feet.

Oh.

Oh Merlin's Beard. That hurt. Water filled her mouth quickly, so she pushed herself up onto her elbows. A sharp pain filled her knee, probably a cut. She could imagine the bacteria in the water, slowing killing her, and that brought tears to her eyes.

"It does not hurt," She whimpered softly, trying to sit up. The tip is her nose was scrapped slightly, but she didn't seem to notice. "That was st-stupid,"

"Good god," he drawled rushing over to where the girl was slowly pulling herself out of the water, "Are you alright, sug?"

What a stupid statment. Obviously she was not, Ty could see the evidence on her face. There was a scrap on her nose.

"Don't be sill-ay," he drawled, "Of course it a-hurts, whether you want to be a-bothared by it or not."

He patted his pocket looking for something to hold over the scrap on her nose, but found nothing. Of all the a-times to not follow my mama's rules.

He offered a hand to help her up, "Come on, lets get a-goin' to clean yeah up. Did you get anythang else all battered up, or was it just your nose thar?"

Iva refused his hand, staying on the ground as her eyes filled with tears.

"My nose?" She whispered, touching her nose gingerly. She pulled her fingers away because of the sharp pain, then she saw the blood.

She stood up, her jeans cut at the knee. She noticed this wound, dirt inside of the small cut.

"I-I am going to be in the trouble," She murmured, biting her lip it keep the tears inside. A small panic was starting to arise inside her, but she hid it rather badly.

"Hey now," he whispered softly as he noticed her eyes begin to fill up, "Don't you a-go cryin' on me. Its gunna be okay."

He pulled his hand back when she didn't take it feeling like it would be best not to push it.

"That would just be a-sill-ay," he said softly, trying to be comforting. He thought he detected a note of panic rising in both her voice and her eyes. A panic he felt like he might know very well - one he felt everytime he thought the walls were closing in on him.

"You're not gunna get in troub-a-l for anythang," he finally said softly, "Its gunna be alright."

"I am not crying!" The Russian protested, rubbing her eyes, "Cr-crying is for children! I just need... just need..."

She paused, her voice hitched. Taking a few deep breaths, she finally calmed the panic in her boy, but not her eyes, which still sparkled brightly with fear.

"I need disinfectant." She murmured, even though she would much rather have the School Nurse fix her up. She would probably have to spell it soon if she didn't want any scars.

Her father wouldn't like the scars. She didn't understand why, but they drove him insane. Scars are for boys. He'd always freak out whenever something happened...

"Di-disinfectant is it,"

He nodded along, "Right - Cryin' is something us special people, a-never do."

He watched her closely as she appeared to calm most of her panic, but Ty knew where to look. Her eyes still told the truth.

"Disinfectant?" He drawled slowly making sure he heard her correctly. He looked around him quickly, getting his barings before turning back to the girl.

"Can yeah wait here just a second?" he asked real slowly, "I a-promise I'll be right back."

Without waiting for an actual answer, he turned on his heal and quickly scampered off, making a beeline for a building near-by where he knew a first-aid kit, and the required disinfectant should be found.

Iva watched him scamper off, her breaths becoming deep with panic. A panic attack- how wonderful.

"Just calm down," She soothed herself, putting a hand over her mouth. "Dirt will not kill me. Dirt is just dirt. I am just letting my fears win,"

She glanced at her knee, then felt the dispair whell up from with in her.

Then she laughed an off beat chuckle. Look at her, crying over such a little thing. Making a poor stranger help her. He probably didn't even like her.

But, the irrational part of her brain reminded her this was life or death, so she panicked again.

Ty went about his task as quickly as he possibly could. Grabbing the first aid box without awknowledging anyone else in the building, and running back out again.

He was back in a matter of five minutes.

"Hey there," he panted slightly, leaning over to catch is breath, "How's it a-goin'?"

He gave her a small smile, knowing perfectly well the answer wasn't a very positive one. He held opened the box, and held out the disinfectant.

"Do you want me ta fix it, or would it be a-better for yeah, if yeah did it yerself?"

Iva put her hands over her eyes, covering her embarrassed expression.

"I cannot do it," She held her leg out in front of her, not meeting his eyes, "Fix it,"

Muggle medicine, she noticed. She was hoping the man was getting a potion or something of the sort, but this would have to do. Even if it was muggle made.

Ty nodded slowly, and bent down to get level with the injury.

"Now, this a-may sting a wee bit," he said softly, looking at the stuff, "But I believe that a-means that its workin'."

Slowly he put the disinfectant onto the wound, trying to cause as little pain as possible while also being completely thoural. He figured that Iva, judging from the previous panic, want all the bacteria gone as much as possible.

"Do yeah want a bandage?" he asked holding up the rest of the box once he was sure that he had gotten the wound as clean as it was ever going to be.

Iva winced at the burning of the medical disinfectant, not used to its pain.

"St-stupid muggle medicine..." She hissed, trying not to react.

"Yes, a bandage," She nodded, dropping her hands down to her sides. Melin, it was to formal: treating a strange man like this, but he was so nice that she didn't feel odd about it.

"Thank you,"

Tyler stiffened for a moment as he heard her mumble to himself. He could have sworn he heard the word 'Muggle' slip from her lips. Muggle was what those magical freaks called him - as if there was something wrong with him- but after a moment of mental debating he let it pass.

He must have been mistaken, she couldn't have been mumbling anything, it wasn't like he was listening very closely anyways.

Nodding, he quickly pulled out a bandage and wrapped the cut up as carefully as possible.

"There yeah go," he said pulling back and smiling, "Nice and a clean, and safe."

Iva finally looked down at him, sniffing.

"You are sure?" She bent her knee slightly. It really did feel better. She gave a small pat to his head, a show of thankfulness before whispering, "Thank you,"

Looking over to the lake, the panic draining from her eyes, she sighed. The sun was going down, dipping below the tree line. The orange sunset tinted her skin a deeper shade.

"It is very nice of you,"

"Of course I'm a-sure," he said with a smile, "I would 't be sayin' it otherwise."

He nodded his head, "What kind of gent would I a-be if I didn't help, sug?"

He turned and looked out at the lake again.

"If its any consalation," he stated slowly, "I- spaces - small ones - and me don't agree much. Lord almighty do I turn into a wreck when left alone in a car. My own rooms enough to a-send my noggen twrilin' if I a-spend too much time in there."

Iva nodded, standing beside him to watch the calm lake water.

"I understand," She took his hand and placed a chaste kiss upon it as a thank you and a sign of understanding. "It is nothing. No problem,"

Curious, she licked her lips as she let his hand go. It tasted of disinfectant and sun; this calmed her heart slightly for she now knew it wasn't germy or dirty.

"It is not a bad fear. Space is better for you,"

Ty smirked softly as she kissed his hand, "Why thank yeah, sug."

He nodded his head and cut her a glance, "The same can a-be said for clean."

"I think you are wrong about that," Iva muttered, tucking her hands into her pockets. A bright red shade took over her face after he thanked her, but she otherwise didn't react. "It is silly to be afraid of something so simple!"

Iva looked at the grove of trees, a tight frown on her face.

"I am... how do you say... weird?"