


Thoughts on Diego

by Melchy



Category: Zorro
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2011-11-27
Updated: 2011-11-27
Packaged: 2015-08-16 15:06:06
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 432
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7587730/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/45776/Melchy
Summary: Victoria's thoughts on Diego after his return from Spain.  This is a New World Zorro story





	Thoughts on Diego

Summary: Victoria's thoughts after meeting Diego for the first time since his return from Spain.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I know that Johnston McCully created Zorro and that the Family Channel and a bunch of other guys improved him no end. I make no money, just have fun.

This is not proofed so if you see any mistakes, please forgive. I know there is only so much you do with spell check!

And thanks to the person with the great website that transcripts every episode. I was able to check on a point of accuracy when the DVD wasn't readily available.

"Hello Diego". It's all I could think to say. He was standing there looking so handsome, so grownup. He had changed so much in the four years since he had left for Madrid.

I saw him standing in the doorway of my tavern, his father proudly showing him off. He was wearing the sword of the Cabrillo, a sign of his new status in the community. And yet his first name just slipped out of my mouth like we were still children.

He wasn't offended, far from it. I could tell from the way he looked at me he thought I too had grown up well. He actually looked a little surprised. He kissed my hand and held it perhaps a moment too long.

I suppose I was somewhat of a gangly child. I always felt like my feet were too big and my hair would never stay in place. And I had been so ashamed of my nose; I remember it didn't seem to fit my face. My father used to tell me I was his rare beauty- a pearl forming in the sand of life. But isn't that what fathers are for?

Diego was so forceful putting that disgusting corporal in his place. I felt a thrill when he told him he knew how to treat a lady. And then as I watched my childhood friend's first encounter with the Alcade, he seemed so fierce, so confident. I hope he will be a man of action.

It seems we are constantly under oppression. How nice it would be to have help in the fight. As a woman I am so limited. It hardly seems fair.

I hope that Diego will come into town again tomorrow. And that I will remember to show him the respect he deserves, that my words won't desert me this time. And I'm curious to see what kind of man he has become.


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