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A/N: Ok, the original concept of this story is kinda old and overused, and not as unique as some of my other stories, but I like it and have been wanting to write a genie story for a while. When I first wrote it, it was barely two pages long and rather boring (read, plot was overused) but lately I've been listening to Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra (which I do not own), and as I was typing this up, and idea occurred to me and that is how we came to have the story that is before you.
By the way, Mae’s name is pronounced “My”. And I'm sure you can figure out how to say Sin. And if you don’t know how to say Sinatra’s name, shame on you!
Disclaimer: I don't own "Fly Me to the Moon", Frank Sinatra does (sucky, I know)
Fly Me to the Moon
Sinatra, or Sin, as he liked to be called, was not pleased.
At the ripe age of 3 000, he had yet to have more than five masters. That wasn’t the problem, though. The problem was that he now had a master. One who wouldn’t even make a wish!
Sigh. The life of a genie was a hard one.
“Make a wish,” he demanded, his fiery red eyes flashing. He pushed back a piece of chestnut hair absently while glaring at his master.
She was pretty enough, he supposed. She had citrus coloured eyes and hunter green hair. She was shorter than Sin by five inches, placing her at five foot six.
Mae ignored Sin. She only did that when he ordered her to make a wish. She was getting quite good at ignoring him.
“Mae, make a wish!” he whined.
“I don’t want to make a wish! Besides, I have almost everything I want! What else I want, I can get it myself!” she told him, exasperated.
“I know what you can wish for!” he exclaimed, grinning mysteriously.
“Fine then. What should I wish for?” she asked.
“Wish for me to take you on a trip!”
“What? No!” Mae blanched. She had wished for that once before, at his bequest, and let’s just say that she was still having nightmares about it.
“It’ll be better than last time, I promise,” he said solemnly, surprising Mae with his sincerity.
She looked at him through her citrus eyes before nodding.
“I wish for you to take me on a trip.”
“Yes!” he cheered. “Ready?” he didn’t wait for her to answer before yelling, “Off we go!”
Mae squeezed her eyes closed and didn’t open them till Sin, standing very close behind her, whispered that she should take a look.
She hesitantly opened one eye, then the other. She gasped in wonder.
“Sin…” she breathed. “Are… are we on—the moon?!”
“Yup,” Sin grinned happily. “And if you look this way, you’ll see the Earth,” he turned her about, his arms warm on her shoulders. “And this way, a particularly lovely crater.”
“Sin,” she was astonished. The last place they went to was nothing compared to this. This was absolutely breathtaking! Speaking of which… “How come I can breathe?”
“Because your lungs are still in your room,” he answered simply.
“Oh, ok—wait, what?” she clutched at her chest.
“Does it matter?” Sin asked quietly, letting go of her shoulders. Mae was subconsciously aware of the lack.
“Noo… I guess not…” she said slowly.
“I’ll take you back now,” Sin said in that same, listless sort of voice.
“No! Sin, I'm sorry. This is wonderful. It just came as a surprise, that’s all. I'm sorry. This is the best,” she said earnestly, looking into his red eyes.
“Really?” Sin asked, excited, all past hurt forgotten.
“Totally,” she assured him.
“Great! This is just the beginning! Come, come!” he grabbed her hand, pulling her along, laughing.
Mae soon lost track of time, not caring about anything but the moment as they lived it. They catapulted towards stars, bouncing off and rebounding on them till they reached the brilliantly orange-striped mass commonly known as Jupiter.
Sin watched Mae with a smile, noting how her eyes shone when she was truly happy. How she titled her head back when she laughed. How her smile would soften when she glanced over at him. How her jaw would drop when she realized that they were indeed headed for Jupiter.
He reached out and took her hand in his. “Have you ever floated in gas?” he asked and gently pushed her towards a large cloud.
“Sin!” she gasped, laughing. She clutched at his hand and tentatively waved her arms and legs. “It’s different than space,” she realized aloud. “Almost like swimming!”
“Except you don’t have to worry about drowning,” Sin pointed out.
They flipped, twirled, and somersaulted through the gaseous atmosphere before Mae, dizzy and (would be, if she had her lungs) out of breath, bumped into Sin’s chest. Laughing and gasping, she held on to his shirt.
“This is so much fun! Thank you, Sin! I really needed it,” she hugged him.
“I know,” he said quietly, but Mae didn’t hear, she was already pushing off him to hurtle towards the Eye of Jupiter.
Finally Mae collapsed against Sin, still giggling.
“Surely you’re not tired!” Sin exclaimed, mock surprised. “We still have more to see!”
“More? Oh, Sin, this is too much!” she protested weakly, but allowed him to take her hand in his to lead her off to the moon again, bouncing off random stars along the way.
“Is that… isn’t that Mars?” she asked, trying to remember fourth grade astronomy.
“Yup,” Sin said, pleased.
“Wow, it’s really warm!” Mae stretched, arching towards the heat.
“Perfect for tanning, hm?” Sin asked teasingly, carefully avoiding looking anywhere but at her.
“Oh, c’mon. You didn’t come her to tan!” she said, excited for the next bit of adventure.
“Why not?” he flopped down upon the ground on the edge of a rather large crater.
“Are you serious?” Mae asked, plopping down beside him.
Sin was acutely aware of how close she was sitting and had to force himself to pay attention to what she was rambling on about, but kept getting distracted. He kept noticing things like how the sun, much closer than it was on Earth, reflected on her hunter green hair, giving it glints of lighter green. How she gestured with slender hands to exaggerate her point. How she would smile at him and sometimes touch his arm to bring home the point.
Soon she tired, and instead of talking non-stop, would only inject a comment or two as they came. Lying sprawled out beside him, the sun beating down, and no other sounds besides their breathing and her occasional comment, she fell asleep.
Sin watched the emotions flit across her face, and wondered what she was dreaming. Mae, who was a cuddler and a heat-seeker when she slept, curled against his side.
Pink tinted Sin’s cheeks as he wrapped an arm around her slender shoulder.
When Mae woke up again, she was in her own bed in her own room on her own planet. She smiled fondly, hoping against hope that it wasn’t just a dream.
She searched her room, looking for evidence. On the hide-a-bed on the floor next to hers, Sin was sleeping on his back, an arm overhanging. Mae smiled fondly. Then she noticed how dark his arm was. He wasn’t nearly that dark yesterday. She looked at her own arms.
“Yes!” she crowed, forgetting that Sin was sleeping. It wasn’t a dream!
Sin, whose face was turned towards the wall, smiled softly before drifting back into a dreamless sleep.
Mae ignored Sin. She really was getting quite good at ignoring him.
“Mae, make a wish!” he whined.
“Fine!” she snapped. Sin crowed in victory.
“I wish that I didn’t have to make any more wishes!”
“But—that would mean—that you don’t want a genie anymore,” Sin stuttered weakly.
How could she want that? He’d been her genie for years! Well, a year, if that. But still, that was a lot of time by human standards. Even by Sin’s standards. Mind you, he did tend to have a short memory span. And… didn’t he… matter?
“Good. I don’t want a genie anymore,” she announced and Sin’s heart shattered into a billion tiny pieces. “I want a friend,” she finished softly. “Maybe more,” her mouth moved, but no sound came out.
Sin, who had just recently watched the human movie called “The Grinch”, suddenly understood how the Grinch must have felt when he stopped the sled with all the presents from falling off the cliff. Sin felt as if his heart had miraculously healed itself and grown seven times to boot.
“Really?” Sin asked, ginning.
Mae smiled shyly back.
“Really,” she repeated.
Sin reached out and hugged her tightly, crushing her against him, kissing the top of her head.
“Why?” she asked curiously.
“Because my name is Sinatra and yours is Maestro.”
Mae laughed and was shocked into silence pulled her in for a deep kiss.
“I think that means we belong together. I also think that I love you,” he murmured against her lips.
Mae smiled and pulled on his chestnut locks, engaging their lips, telling him silently exactly how much she loved him.
Quietly, playing in the background on her stereo, was her new favorite song.
“Fly me to the moon,
Let me play among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you.”
