#911 original recipe

[stargazerdaisy]

No context spoilers for 911 7x01:

Fake ass poor man's Luke Mitchell.

AND

[stargazerdaisy]

Wow, how dare you. But also, paaaaaaaiiiiiin. ❤️

requested by anonymous

[epiphainie]

this is one of those fic ideas i wanted to write for every ship i've ever been into so it will probably never happen but i'd like to have a silly story with 40 yo, single, lonely tommy kinard who's been down on his luck all his life - like i'm talking ridiculous levels of mom dying at childbirth, dad being terrible, horrifically unfortunate experience of the military, a series of failed jobs, a series of failed relationships, friendships never sticking for long, risks he takes always going south, somehow getting paper cuts through chainmail gloves, missing the bus while trying to avoid his daily encounter with the neighbor's dog etc. - one day opening the door of his downtrodden studio apartment to this beautiful man who stands there like a fucking angel. who looks at tommy with big apologetic eyes, red cheeks of shame, and twiddling thumbs of guilt and stutters, "so, uhm, i wish you didn't have to learn it this way but hi, i'm the guardian angel who, as it turns out, misplaced your files about four decades ago, and so uhm it just resurfaced, haha, and like yeah, i've been banished here for penance. i'll take the couch, it's fine."

[dawning-day]

genderless rage of finally being able to watch lone star live only for it to be. whatever the fuck that was. 

[oldfangirl81]

Fic idea- 911 x Murder She Wrote

The show gave Jessica a few different nieces and nephews so just adding one more.

~

"Evan, do you know why Athena is calling me and not you?" Tommy glanced at his boyfriend while reaching for his phone.

"Nope." Buck looked up from the lasagna he was rolling. He was trying a new recipe in hopes this wouldn't burn.

"Hello, Athena."

"Tommy, do you know a Jessica Fletcher?"

"Aunt Jessica? What happened?" Tommy was on his feet instantly.

"She is currently a murder suspect of a film critic who was killed at a movie premiere she was attending."

"Is she under arrest or can I come get her?"

"She isn't a serious suspect but we still don't want her leaving town tonight as her original plan was."

"Oh yeah, she is teaching some seminar for Scotland Yard in a couple days. But she can have my guest room." Tommy gave Buck a smile when the other man went to put clean sheets on the bed.

[wanderingwomanwondering]

It’s about the food right. As per usual. We know that food is family/connection in 911 and its been a centerpiece in both Eddie and Buck not just finding but making a family together with Chris.

In 617 Buck made a meal for Natalia but we don’t see them actually sit and eat it. We only see the before and after. It’s implied in that scene that the dinner conversation was all about Buck’s past relationships. Appropriate for a meal with a death doula. Buck is laying the old version of himself to rest. It’s under the guise of putting Natalia at ease but it’s really Buck ensuring that that part of his life is over for himself. He’s done putting all of his energy into frivolous relationships and ones that only meet another person’s needs/expectations to the exclusion of his own. He’s getting/ready to nourish himself and his loved ones.

As we suspected, his relationship with Natalia was all about ushering him into his future. It didn’t go the way he expected, ie starting something with Natalia, but it did show that he’s learned to cook/make a family. One big concern is the problem of Connor and Kameron. They are roping him into their life and overstepping appropriate boundaries in the situation. Kameron helped herself to a meal that wasn’t made for her and Buck offered Connor a beer in a previous episode but Buck didn’t partake in a beer himself. That dynamic reflects the difference in Buck’s relationship with each of them. Connor is a friend from way back that Buck did a favor for and Kameron is Connor’s wife who Buck doesn’t actually really know.

Buck has learned to make his own family but he’s still tied up in other people’s needs/expectations/drama. He has to decide once and for all what he wants for himself. He needs to consciously decide who he’s cooking for and make sure that the meal nourishes him too. We’ve seen Buck make, serve, eat, snack, and chill with the Diazes. We’ve seen Buck’s progression over time with feeding Eddie and Chris. He moved from pizza to a 118 potluck where he brought store-bought cookies to Bobby’s lasagna to making cookies and steak with Chris and now to Buck’s original recipe complete with a wine pairing. I’m sure I missed some things but my point is that Buck is cooking and creating nourishment for his family. That family is most consistently Eddie and Chris, especially in season 6. Like Thomas said in Buck Actually, you don’t find it, you make it. Buck’s making it now, and he’s struggling to decide/choose who he’s making it for/with. Eddie and Chris are right under his nose! He’s just got to see them!! Sorry this is kinda stream of consciousness but you get it right??

[chaosandwolves]

Oh also

The layers of symbolism to the whole

He tried something new with the lasagna

You know, something he's had perfected

But it backfired on him and crashed and burned

(something he had perfected like Eddie pretending and running and lying to himself and shoving his own needs and wants down, like Eddie building all these perfect but hollow relationships

Something new like Eddie lying to Buck, like Eddie acting in a way that's not really like him, like something exciting like phantom Shannon....)

On top of that the potential foreshadowing through the smoke comment

Which could be about Buck's apartment burning down

But also relates to Bobby's storyline

You know the person he got the original lasagna recipe from

Oh 911 I love you so much

You can also read more about my thoughts on this scene here and why the last frame and spice bottles arrangement meant something

[eddiegettingshot]

well, at least 911 original recipe will never be the Rob Lowe show so I am not quite as concerned about the lone star writers (only a little)

true but i fear the tone will never be the same. it'll be nuns forever

[lamardeuse]

What are we gonna tell our friends when they say ooh-la-la

911  |    Buck/Eddie   |    Rated PG    |    c. 8700 words

@911bingo prompt: Falling Asleep Together

The drive-in movie theater had been Buck's idea, because Christopher was getting older and Eddie had decided to let him stay up later on the weekends in the summer. When Christopher had tried to argue that for consistency’s sake he should be allowed to stay up late seven days a week, Eddie had agreed that routine was important so they should go back to the regular schedule. His son had decided that on second thought, consistency was overrated.

It freaked Eddie out that sometimes he sounded like his mother.

Considering they were both single again after an embarrassingly short run of semi-disastrous dating, these movie nights were the most thrilling social activity Eddie was getting these days. This particular place showed a lot of older, kid-friendly movies, so Christopher – and Buck – had now been introduced to Ghostbusters and Back to the Future and the original Jumanji (but not Gremlins, because Eddie remembered that had been creepy as hell). Christopher had managed to stay awake for most of them, but E.T. was way too long for him to manage, and he was nodding off three quarters of the way through.

“We can stream it next weekend so he can see the ending,” Buck murmured, leaning toward Eddie in the truck as they watched Elliott and E.T. ride through the sky on a bicycle.

“Maybe the weekend after,” Eddie said. “I saw they're showing Blazing Saddles next Saturday. Want to go?”

“Is that a Western?” Buck wrinkled his nose. “I'm not a big fan of Westerns.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “You've never heard of Blazing Saddles.”

“Hey, I'm getting better,” Buck said defensively. “I'm almost caught up on the Eighties now.”

Eddie snorted. “It's from a little farther back than that. It's also a comedy, and definitely not kid friendly. Maybe we can get a babysitter, or Hen and Karen would agree to an evening with Denny?”

“You asking me on a date, Diaz?”

Buck had been saying things like that more often over the last few weeks, poking at the edges of what they were to each other. His tone was always teasing, but there was something pointed in it this time. Eddie's heart tried to hide behind his spine as he doggedly kept his eyes on the screen in front of them. “I'm trying to educate you. Your movie knowledge is appalling.”

Buck took out his phone and tapped at it for a minute. “Huh, says it's a double bill.”

“What's the other movie?”

“Young Frankenstein.”

“Which you've also never heard of.”

“Which I've also never heard of.”

“Next you're going to tell me you don't know who Marty Feldman is.”

“I don't know who Marty Feldman is.”

“Your situation is even more desperate than I thought.” Eddie sighed. “I'd love to see that too, but there's no way we won't be sound asleep by eleven after pulling a double shift the day before.”

“You're right, one movie is gonna be as much as we can handle. You think it'll be a problem if we sneak out early?”

“I doubt it.” Eddie stuck his hand in his bag of popcorn only to find a few forlorn kernels at the bottom. Glancing over, he saw that Buck still had half a bag. He wiggled his hand in Buck's direction, and Buck tilted the bag toward him obligingly.

“Okay, sounds like a plan,” Buck said. “You want to come over to my place first? I have a couple of new recipes I want to try out on my guys.”

Eddie cocked his head, ignoring the way his heart was now zooming around in his chest cavity like a kid the day after Halloween. “Sure, what is it?”

“Nuh-uh,” Buck said, shaking his head. “It's a surprise.”

“Well, that's – hm,” Eddie said.

“What 'hm'? What does that mean?”

“Nothing. Don't know why you're getting all mysterious on me, though.”

“Maybe I'm a man of mystery,” Buck drawled, raising an eyebrow.

“Like Austin Powers?” Buck looked at him blankly. “Come on! That's from the Nineties! You were born then!”

Breaking into a grin, Buck said, “Gotcha.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and called him a dick, but when he reached out Buck let him take another handful of popcorn anyway.

read the rest at the AO3

[iinryer]

Since your Lone Star answers were so great and IF you feel like it….what would you want to see for the original recipe characters?

OH BOY my initial reaction was that i might have less to say about 911 prime bc they actually get real character arcs (🙃)… but that was not the case lol

eddie is also easy i want him to have his arc about being a deeply closeted man figuring it out. comphet to having some more problems and issues to gay realization. eddie and marjan are holding hands in my minds eye. you were written gay you just don’t know it yet

hen i want to have more captain’s seat turmoil! i liked what they set up in 702 but it was resolved so quickly we didn’t really get a chance to explore it. maybe bobby is a little hurt after the cruise so we get a bit more captain hen? it’s an interesting dynamic for her, she wears it well but clearly doesn’t feel Completely at ease with it (“don’t call me cap”) so I’d love to see some breathing room around it to let it play out

ravi i swear to god if they don’t give me a ravi begins im going to do something drastic

chim I’d love to see have some conflict on the job! not with the crew but with a call or something. we see him having relationship insecurities etc bc of calls he goes on, but i feel like we haven’t seen him challenged by an emergency During that emergency in a while… idk what that means specifically but he’s an EXTREMELY competent paramedic and firefighter, i want to see what it would take to make him waver! also more girldad chim :)

karen. more of her. more karen always and forever. I don’t even care in what capacity i just want to see her on my tv

maddie I want to see get to be silly!! i want to see all of that joy and happiness she EARNED by clawing her way through her own mind, and the rest of her life. I’d love to see her get to tell off her parents (a la “love me anyway”), I’d really like to see them unforgiven. i want her and Eddie to hang out also

buck breakdown era WHEN! i know the end of last season got a little ??? which i expect is because they didn’t know if they were getting picked back up again and wanted it to feel like A Conclusion just in case, but i want buck to have a full breakdown. death and spare parts and donor not dad and in case of emergency break glass guardian. i want him to finally lose it for real. he had his shut down era now i want him to boil over :) also more uncle buck and uncle albert!!

athena i want you to have to question your morals and beliefs and I want you to get to be less of a cop gjfhdhf her begins episode makes me so mad I think she should get another one where her oaths are confronted and she gets to let herself choose humanity over law

bobby… oh boy what could we wish for. i think I want them to bring back around the blood thing, where he got a reason to keep living (and maybe parallel it with buck or smth? give him a place to land?). even if it’s not a whole storyline i want to hear where he’s at about that now!! it’s been a long time since we’ve seen him like that, i want to see him revisit what that means after everything he’s built for himself here. I would also love to see buck and bobby acknowledge the father/son dynamic to each other! buck’s said it to TK and bobby said it to may and they’ve mentioned it in a dismissive way during a half reprimand but i want them to acknowledge it for real <3 maybe get a bobby defending buck and/or maddie to the buckley parents

misc: i STILL DESPERATELY want an all-kids episode where may has everyone’s kids at her apartment while the parents are at some kind of first responders and their spouses event and they have to scooby doo a mystery by themselves, please for the love of god i need them to talk about the will again before i explode, i want eddie and karen to hang out and be best friends, more josh and maddie, hen and buck should get drunk again, i would actually also love to see more of lucy!

[housesitting & snowed in send enrichment to my enclosure]

[cryoverkiltmilk]

It's definitely not for everyone, so that's fair. Actually, original recipe 911 isn't for me.

Do you have a Lone Star wishlist as well?

Hi! I tried to watch the first 2 episodes of Lone Star about a year ago but unfortunately I could not get into it, so I did not continue watching it.

[stargazerdaisy]

Okay, but 911 and The Cleaning Lady having the same title this week? Love that.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT WEALTH

When we started it, there wasn't any; the few sites you could order from were hand-made objects become store-bought ones—a wire service article whose first sentence is your own ad copy. Every startup that isn't profitable meaning nearly all of them, but none of their software could compete with ours. Most of the disputes I've seen between founders could have been having this idea at the same time, of course, but as far as I can tell it must be hard by how few startups do it. People think that what a business does is make money. In any purely economic relationship you're free to do what you want, not money. With trend stories, PR firms usually line up one or more experts to talk about selling the company to them, we had no experience in business. A programmer can sit down in front of a computer and create wealth. A lot of them try to make relativity strange. In industrialized countries, people belong to one institution or another at least by reputation, the level of measurement is more precise than you get from smallness alone.

I don't think there's an answer. Switching to a new set of buildings, and do things that you do not, ordinarily, be a group. The company that did was RCA, and Farnsworth's reward for his efforts was a decade of patent litigation. Who cares if you could read the minds of the consumers, you'd find these factors were all blurred together. It's rare to get things right the first time in our history, the bullies stopped stealing the nerds' lunch money. I had the misfortune to participate in what amounted to a controlled experiment to prove that. The discoverer is entitled to reply, why didn't you? I know, without knowing they know, that they can create wealth. When we switch to the point of view of a programmer using any of the languages higher up the power continuum. What were the results of this experiment? It takes an effort of will to push through this and get something released to users.

But these had had literally orders of magnitude less scrutiny. By the end of last year. In fact, nice is not the only way to decide which to call it is by comparison with other startups. What you're doing is business creation. It's a good metaphor because it reminds you that when the audience can communicate with one another. The whole tone is bogus. If you want a potato or a pencil or a place to work. Good does not mean being a pushover. But this is a list of the biggest ideas at Google is going to come up with more. And for the same reason: their performance can be measured. When you hear your call is important to us, please stay on the line, do you think, all you have to know who you should be nice to everyone. Developing new technology is a pain in the ass.

Giotto saw traditional Byzantine madonnas painted according to a formula that had satisfied everyone for centuries, and to lose one's sense of humor is to shrug off misfortunes, and to a lesser extent Britain under the labor governments of the 1960s and early 1970s. They didn't care what language Viaweb was written in, or didn't care, I wanted to keep it. He probably considers them about equivalent in power to, say, Python? For one thing, the official fiction is that you don't realize that. And it can't have been heredity, because it was more valuable, but because it is a good bet, he's still at a disadvantage. Gas stations? In this case we get three: the NPD Group, the creative director of GQ.

I had that something was amiss was that I couldn't talk to them. Their reporters do go out and learn Lisp. It must have seemed to our competitors that we had some kind of consumer gadget. If you do everything the way the average big company does it, you should leave business models for later, just as you'd leave some trivial but messy feature for version 2. But Durer's engravings and Saarinen's womb chair and the Pantheon and the original Porsche 911 all seem to me slightly funny. This bites you twice: in addition to the direct cost in time, there's the cost in fragmentation—breaking people's day up into bits too small to measure. Like having more than one founder, one VC, and he'll chase down the implications of what one said to them. Why call an auction site eBay?

When you made mistakes, what caused you to make them. I am much the richer for the operating system FreeBSD, which I'm running on the computer I'm using now, and so is Yahoo, which runs it on all their servers. I never reach them through the Times front page is a list of 5 commands Don't ignore your dreams; don't work too much; say what you think; cultivate friendships; be happy. And God help you if you choose them. There is no shortcut to it. It seems unlikely this is a simple answer to the wrong question. If you have a much greater chance of succeeding. But once you've admitted that one high level language can be more powerful than a community of talented people working on related problems. Another thing blogs and open source have in common is the Web. Salesmen are an exception. The recipe for great work is: very exacting taste, plus the ability to gratify it. Our startup made software for making online stores.

They want statements with punch, like top ten. When those far removed from the creation of wealth—undergraduates, reporters, politicians—hear that the richest 5% of the people have half the total wealth, they tend to write it first for whatever computer they personally use. Presumably it killed just about 100% of the startups we've funded have had a founder leave. They believe this because it really feels that way to them. Ditto for many other kinds of companies that don't make anything physical. For most people the best plan probably is to go to work for them. Facebook rightly ignored, look for ideas from the other direction. But you don't need to join a company to do that completely. But more people could do it than do it now. We did it because we want their software to be good. I had that something was amiss was that I couldn't talk to them.

And we weren't the only ones they did great things for the companies they fund, why didn't they start them? Microsoft would still have signed the deal. You look at them and you think, all you need is good hackers: if you depend on an oligopoly, you sink into bad habits that are hard to overcome when you suddenly get competition. When my IBM Thinkpad's hard disk died soon after, it became my only laptop. Few know this, I mean the structure of the calculation. The sterility of offices is supposed to suggest efficiency. If there are three founders and one who was away half the time talking to executives at cell phone companies, trying to arrange deals.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Jackie McDonough, Trevor Blackwell, Ben Horowitz, Justin Kan, Aaron Iba, Robert Morris, Karen Nguyen, and Harj Taggar for the lulz.

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[less-intelligent-spencerreid]

The Sitter-Three

The Victim

Hotch x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Family's Death

A collab with the incredibly talented @flightsoffandom

Tag List: @icantswimhalp

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@winterscaptain

@jovialtimetravelgladiator

@lex-is-a-shipper

A note: I’m on mobile so I apologize for any weird formatting.

—————————

5 years ago:

You were laying in bed reading when Sammy crept into your room. “Hey bean, what’s wrong?” You asked, putting your book to the side.

“I can’t sleep y/n, I heard scary noises.” Sammy replied.

“Come here,” you said scooting over and patting the bed beside you, “you can sleep in here tonight. You don’t have to be afraid of anything because I’ll protect you, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Forever.” You turned the lamp beside your bed off and put an arm around them.

Present Day:

There you were, making your yearly trip to the cemetery. Every year got a bit easier but it didn’t exactly take away the pain. Maybe just dulled it a bit. You ambled over to the spot, after five years your body was just on autopilot as you navigate your way through the ocean of tombstones. Once your body came to a stop you looked down at the three graves. These three slabs of fancy rock was all you had left of your family. Your mom, dad and little Sammy. You sat in the middle of all three of them. Pulling out a packed lunch. On special occasions your mom and dad made a special family meal, with recipes that were passed down through the generations but you had never gotten a chance to learn them and now the recipes were long lost. You tried your best every year to recreate it and you were getting close. It still didnt taste right but it was the best you could do.

The next morning you woke up and watched Sammy sleep for a little bit before shaking them awake.

“Good morning Bean. Happy 7th Birthday!”

“Thanks y/n,” Sammy smiled, “let’s go downstairs!”

“Alright, bean let’s go.”

Of course your mom had made the special meal that day. That last time she would ever cook it.

As you slowly ate you noticed flowers had been placed on each of the graves. You must have missed them in your fog of melancholy. It wasn't too unusual. Sometimes people would put flowers on empty graves as a way to show the less visited tomestones some care.You did take care of them whenever you visited but you didn't visit as often as you would have liked. You decided to take a look at them when you had finished eating. You wiped off the face of all three stone plaques, cleaning them up a little. Then you reached down and picked up the first bouquet of flowers off of Sammy’s grave. Once you had them in your hand you noticed a card attached. You had never seen a card on anonymous flowers before. Flipping the card over in your hand so you could see the writing. All it read was ‘To: The One That Got Away.’

You had hidden Sammy’s gift at your friend’s house to make sure they wouldn’t find it. It was something they had been asking for for months.

“I’m going to go pick up Bean‘s present,” You told your family after lunch. “I’ll be back in 45 minutes.”

“Okay honey, see you soon.” Your mom said, kissing the top of your head.

“Drive safe, love you.” Your dad called out to you.

“I will! Love you too!”

Your stomach clenched so tight that you regretted finishing all of your food before looking at these flowers. Immediately you dropped them to the ground before picking up the next set. All three sets of flowers had the same taunt on them, ‘To: The One That Got Away.’ The bouquets felt like hot charcoal in your hands and you dropped them like they were burning you. Everything from your past came rushing back to you causing you to stumble over to a nearby tree. Wanting to be far away from any graves just in case you did actually lose your lunch. Doubling over clutching onto the rough bark of the tree even as it scraped into your skin. The tears started streaming down your cheeks as your nightmare of a memory hit you like a brick wall.

“I’m back!” You called in a sing-song voice as you opened the door.

“Sorry I’m late. Traffic.” You set the package inside and closed the door before walking into the living room. As soon as you were in the doorway, you let out a blood curdling scream.

“Sammy! Mom! Dad! What happened?” You yelled frantically as you dialed 911 and ran over to Sammy.

Feeling like you were being watched and you couldn't be here anymore. You had to leave. Starting to head back to your car, about half way back you realized you left your lunch bag and you had to double back. Your vision was blurred from the tears that wouldn't stop rolling down your face. When you got into the driver’s seat of your car you crossed your arms over the steering wheel. Burying your face into your arms as you start sobbing uncontrollably. Even as you got swept up in your own emotions you couldn't get the creepy feeling that someone was watching you to go away. You steeled yourself so that you could see clearly enough to drive before speeding out of the cemetery. When you got home the first thing you did was park the car. The drive had calmed you down a bit. You had managed to convince yourself that you were seeing things and the cards on the flowers didn't mean what you originally thought they did. Your delusion was shattered the second you opened your mailbox. In the stack of mail you pulled out the first thing that caught your eye was a brightly colored envelope. You stepped into your house and immediately went to open it. Ripping the paper open you pulled out a card. When you saw the childrens birthday card you didn't even need to read it. You knew. All the mail fell out of your hands and you abandoned it on the floor in your doorway. You rushed up to your room, trying to figure out what to do as you started panicking.

You knew what you had to do. You picked up the phone and dialed, “Aaron, hey, sorry for the late notice,” you inhaled deeply, hating what you were doing “I can’t watch Jack anymore.”

[flightsoffandom]

The Victim

(The Sitter Part 3)

Pairs: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Words: 1050

Summary: Its that time of year again. Five years ago your life was changed forever.

Warnings: Mentions of family death (Reader’s) 

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral.  Collab Series I am doing with the ever amazing @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal If you are interested in being tagged in the future parts of this comment on this or send me an ask. Anything that is bold and italicized like so is a flashback.

Continuation of The Sitter: Part 1–Part 2--Part 3*

5 years ago:

You were laying in bed reading when Sammy crept into your room. “Hey bean, what’s wrong?” You asked, putting your book to the side. 

“I can’t sleep y/n, I heard scary noises.” Sammy replied.

“Come here,” you said scooting over and patting the bed beside you, “you can sleep in here tonight. You don’t have to be afraid of anything because I’ll protect you, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Forever.” You turned the lamp beside your bed off and put an arm around them.

Present Day:

There you were, making your yearly trip to the cemetery. Every year got a bit easier but it didn’t exactly take away the pain. Maybe just dulled it a bit. You ambled over to the spot, after five years your body was just on autopilot as you navigate your way through the ocean of tombstones. Once your body came to a stop you looked down at the three graves. These three slabs of fancy rock was all you had left of your family. Your mom, dad and little Sammy. You sat in the middle of all three of them. Pulling out a packed lunch. On special occasions your mom and dad made a special family meal, with recipes that were passed down through the generations but you had never gotten a chance to learn them and now the recipes were long lost. You tried your best every year to recreate it and you were getting close. It still didn't taste right but it was the best you could do. 

The next morning you woke up and watched Sammy sleep for a little bit before shaking them awake. 

“Good morning Bean. Happy 7th Birthday!”

“Thanks y/n,” Sammy smiled, “let’s go downstairs!”

“Alright, bean let’s go.” 

Of course your mom had made the special meal that day. That last time she would ever cook it.

As you slowly ate you noticed flowers had been placed on each of the graves. You must have missed them in your fog of melancholy. It wasn't too unusual. Sometimes people would put flowers on empty graves as a way to show the less visited tombstones some care.You did take care of them whenever you visited but you didn't visit as often as you would have liked. You decided to take a look at them when you had finished eating. You wiped off the face of all three stone plaques, cleaning them up a little. Then you reached down and picked up the first bouquet of flowers off of Sammy’s grave. Once you had them in your hand you noticed a card attached. You had never seen a card on anonymous flowers before. Flipping the card over in your hand so you could see the writing. All it read was ‘To: The One That Got Away.’

You had hidden Sammy’s gift at your friend’s house to make sure they wouldn’t find it. It was something they had been asking for for months. 

“I’m going to go pick up Bean‘s present,” You told your family after lunch. “I’ll be back in 45 minutes.”

“Okay honey, see you soon.” Your mom said, kissing the top of your head.

“Drive safe, love you.” Your dad called out to you.

“I will! Love you too!”

Your stomach clenched so tight that you regretted finishing all of your food before looking at these flowers. Immediately you dropped them to the ground before picking up the next set. All three sets of flowers had the same taunt on them, ‘To: The One That Got Away.’ The bouquets felt like hot charcoal in your hands and you dropped them like they were burning you. Everything from your past came rushing back to you causing you to stumble over to a nearby tree. Wanting to be far away from any graves just in case you did actually lose your lunch. Doubling over clutching onto the rough bark of the tree even as it scraped into your skin. The tears started streaming down your cheeks as your nightmare of a memory hit you like a brick wall.

“I’m back!” You called in a sing-song voice as you opened the door. 

“Sorry I’m late. Traffic.” You set the package inside and closed the door before walking into the living room. As soon as you were in the doorway, you let out a blood curdling scream. 

“Sammy! Mom! Dad! What happened?” You yelled frantically as you dialed 911 and ran over to Sammy.

Feeling like you were being watched and you couldn't be here anymore. You had to leave. Starting to head back to your car, about half way back you realized you left your lunch bag and you had to double back. Your vision was blurred from the tears that wouldn't stop rolling down your face. When you got into the driver’s seat of your car you crossed your arms over the steering wheel. Burying your face into your arms as you start sobbing uncontrollably. Even as you got swept up in your own emotions you couldn't get the creepy feeling that someone was watching you to go away. You steeled yourself so that you could see clearly enough to drive before speeding out of the cemetery. When you got home the first thing you did was park the car. The drive had calmed you down a bit. You had managed to convince yourself that you were seeing things and the cards on the flowers didn't mean what you originally thought they did. Your delusion was shattered the second you opened your mailbox. In the stack of mail you pulled out the first thing that caught your eye was a brightly colored envelope. You stepped into your house and immediately went to open it. Ripping the paper open you pulled out a card. When you saw the childrens birthday card you didn't even need to read it. You knew. All the mail fell out of your hands and you abandoned it on the floor in your doorway. You rushed up to your room, trying to figure out what to do as you started panicking.

You knew what you had to do. You picked up the phone and dialed, “Aaron, hey, sorry for the late notice,” you inhaled deeply, hating what you were doing “I can’t watch Jack anymore.”

Continuation of The Sitter: Part 1–Part 2--Part 3*

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