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coraniaid · 1 year ago

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58 "I made a mistake" or 95 "I'm a mess" Fuffy?

Thanks! Tough choice but I went with 95 in the end.

This is another canon-divergent Season 3 AU, but it's not set in the same world as anything else of mine. (Actually, I guess it's fully canon-compliant up until the very end of Homecoming.) It's also, I think, the least angsty thing I've ever written.

It's safe to say that this isn't exactly how Faith saw her night going.

She'd been promised a limo ride, for a start. And, okay, she'd guessed that the whole school-sanctioned dance party thing would turn out to be a drag -- it's not like she has much experience of this sort of thing, but she definitely still remembers enough about high school to know that it sucked -- but she'd still been sort of hoping that somebody would've smuggled some alcohol in; that she wouldn't have been the only person there who knew how to have some fun. And, of course, she was supposed to have had somebody to talk to all night. That had been the whole reason she'd invited herself to Homecoming, hadn't it? To spend a bit more time with Buffy?

But none of that had panned out. Things never did seem to go the way Faith wanted. Instead of a limo there'd just been a short and weirdly uncomfortable trip over here in somebody's crowded van. The only entertainment on offer was a mediocre high school band and some free food so terrible even she hadn't felt like eating much of it. She hadn't even known anyone at the party all night, except for Red and Xander (who had both been too busy acting even weirder than usual to spare more than a few words for her), Buffy's stuffy old Watcher (who hadn't even bothered to say hello) and that sleazebag Scott Hope (whose own night she'd maybe managed to ruin, at least). She sure hadn't had anyone to dance with. And Buffy herself had been hours late to the whole thing because of some sort of demon ambush that sounded a hell of a lot more fun than anything Faith had gotten up to all night.

Plus, it turns out that the kids who go to Buffy's school have kind of terrible taste -- which would at least explain the music and the finger food -- so she hadn't even had the chance to see Buffy Summers up on stage in a tiara.

At least now it's just the two of them. The way she'd hoped it would be, months ago, when she'd set off across the country to find her way to Sunnydale, alone and desperate and not sure who else she could run to. When she’d had nothing in the world to cling on to except for her dead Watcher's stories of another, better Slayer living somewhere out in California. For an awful minute, after the results were read out, Faith had thought Buffy was just going to storm out of the building without even stopping to say goodbye. She isn't sure what she'd have done if that happened. Slunk off into the night herself, she supposes. Found something lurking in the shadows with too many eyes or teeth and punched it and stabbed it until it stopped moving.

But Buffy hadn't abandoned her. Hadn't forgotten about her. They're sitting side by side outside the building now, feet up in front of them, backs against the wall, staring out into the silent darkness that surrounds the town. Buffy's been filling her in all the stuff she missed -- Slayerfest, Lyle Gorch, Trick -- while Faith's been mostly quiet. Just offering the occasional comment to keep the other Slayer talking, trying not to sound too bitter that she missed out on all this. That Cordelia Chase, of all people, had had the chance to see this part of Buffy's life too.

"I really should be heading back home," Buffy says, for at least the third time tonight.

Faith mutters something non-committal, just like she had the other times. Home isn't really an option for her. Never has been. At the end of the day, when Buffy finally tires of her, she's just going to creep back to the motel like she does every other night. Maybe find something to kill along the way if she's lucky. Hope she doesn't run into the management until she's had a chance to catch some sleep. Not worry about where tomorrow's rent is coming from until tomorrow.

"Tomorrow I'm going to have to explain to my mom why I spent a year's allowance on this dress," Buffy says forlornly.

Faith doesn't know what to say to that either. It's a nice enough dress, she guesses, or it was before all the mud and the demons and the explosions. Pretty, in an old-fashioned kind of way. She can't say she'd want to wear it herself, but that doesn't mean Buffy doesn't make it work. She hasn't got the first idea how much it costs though, and not just because it's been a while since she paid for any of her clothes.

She doesn't know what the asking price was for her own outfit tonight, though she knows how much it cost her. A few hours earlier that afternoon spent wandering alone around unfamiliar stores on the wealthy side of town, convinced that everyone was staring at her, that they knew she didn't belong there. A moment of crisis; a sudden mad dash towards the exit which nobody was expecting, stolen dress clasped tightly in her hands; shouts and raised voices behind her; the lingering but distant threat of jail.

(Faith had always figured she'd end up in prison one day, with or without her powers, ever since she was old enough to know that that was where people like her belonged. But not today. Not tonight. Not until she slows down enough that they can catch her.)

How much is Buffy's allowance, anyway? Joyce is obviously doing pretty well with the art gallery, if the big fancy house they live in is any clue, and she seems pretty cool -- seems like she cares about her daughter in a way that Faith can only envy -- but what does that mean Buffy gets as a weekly allowance, exactly? Ten dollars? A hundred? More?

"I mean, look at me," Buffy says ruefully. "I'm a mess."

Faith's been looking for a while, at this point. Ever since that night outside the Bronze a few weeks ago. Really, the way she sees it, the mystery is why nobody else is looking. Why Buffy ever had to settle for the likes of Scott Hope, when by all rights she should've had her pick of any guy in her school. Hell, Buffy had screwed the undead, hadn't she? Why did she have to limit herself to guys from her high school anyway? She could have anyone she wanted. Even--

Too late, she realizes that Buffy's giving her a strange look. Shit. She's been staring for a little too long, hasn't she?

"Nah, the blood spatter looks kind of cute on you," she says, as breezily as she can. "Really, uh. Brings out your eyes."

She thinks Buffy looks at her a little strangely when she says that. She guesses it was a pretty strange thing to say. It's true though. Ruined dress or not, Buffy looks stunning. Always has done.

"You ... your dress looks good, too," Buffy tells her, almost shyly. "It's really pretty."

Faith really doesn't know what to say to that. Shrugs, suddenly self-conscious. She settles for clearing her throat.

"Wanna hit the Bronze?" she asks. "Still got time to find a couple of guys and have some fun with them, you know?"

The strange look on the other Slayer's face hasn't quite gone away. Doesn't go away even when Faith mimes exactly the sort of fun they could be having, faking an enthusiasm she certainly doesn't feel.

"I think I'm happy to skip the stud-using part of the night," Buffy says drily. "At least, if that's okay with you?"

Faith nods, maybe a little too quickly. Hopes her relief isn't too obvious. She didn't really want to share Buffy with anybody else tonight. Or ever, if she's being honest with herself. She hadn't come all this way to California to be an afterthought or a third wheel.

"Whatever you want," she says, almost casually. Like they're only words.

Neither of them says anything more for a few minutes. They're just looking out into the horizon, watching the stars in the sky peeping out from behind the clouds, feeling the refreshingly cold air against their skins. So Faith's not ready for the ambush; doesn't see it coming.

"So, uh." Buffy says. "I was thinking and ... well, this is sort of a date, isn't it? I mean, that's what's going on here, right?"

That word 'date' comes out as almost a squeak; the rest of the question after it tumbling out faster and faster. Faith tenses. Has to fight a sudden urge to curl in on herself; to make herself small. Risks a surreptitious glance to her right, a quick denial already waiting on her tongue. She'd rather turn this into a fight than have Buffy repulsed by her or, even worse, have her feel sorry for her.

But Buffy doesn't look disgusted or dismayed. She doesn't seem mad either. More ... embarrassed, maybe? A little pinker in the cheeks than usual. Faith might even say curious, if she didn't know she was just kidding herself. After all, Buffy's got a type and she's already told Faith exactly what it is. Buffy likes guys who are nice and normal and funny: not exactly things people have ever accused Faith of being. Buffy likes guys who are fundamentally, alive or undead, guys.

"It's just, most girls don't ask their friends out to homecoming, you know?" Buffy continues, sounding oddly nervous for somebody who just kicked a whole bunch of demonic ass all evening in heels without breaking a sweat. "That's not something that happens very often."

Faith wouldn't really know about that. Doesn't say anything. She guesses she was pushing her luck a little the other day in the library.

("You've got the tickets already," she'd said, trying to sound casual, seizing the sudden unlooked-for opportunity. "Why don't we go together?")

"I mean, none of my other friends would have offered to replace my recently ex-boyfriend, anyway." Buffy pauses. "Well, except for Xander, and he ... you know".

Faith knows. She's known plenty of guys like Xander. World's full of them, as far as she can tell. Dude somehow lucked out into dating a popular, gorgeous girl like Cordelia and he's still out there leering at any pretty girl he sees. She wasn't surprised at all to find out he used to be even more pathetic over Buffy. But she doesn't want to be like Xander. Hates the thought of being compared to him, actually. Of being told she's just some stupid kid, harboring a ridiculous and hopeless--

"But you're not like my other friends, are you?" Buffy says, mercifully cutting off that train of thought. "You're like me. You're the only one who I can ..."

Buffy shakes her head. Doesn't finish the sentence.

"And if it is a date," she continues, voice still going a little high-pitched and breathless when she hits that final word, "Can we skip past the awkward figuring-things-out part too? And jump right to the part where you kiss me?"

Faith blinks. For a second or two she's too shocked to say a word.

"You sure you want that, B?" she manages.

Her own voice sounds strange in her ears. Much lower and huskier than usual. Frankly, she's just impressed she was able to speak.

The other Slayer nods, almost imperceptibly, cheeks flushed and pale green eyes open wide, locked on her. And Faith still doesn't know what to do. She hadn't ever thought that--

"I know I've not been on an actual date for a while," Buffy says slowly, frowning slightly, "But I'm guessing it's still a bad sign if you have to ask the other person to kiss you tw-"

Faith kisses her.

Maybe this isn't how she saw the night going, but it's a lot closer to how she hoped it would go than she'd dared to think. She isn't going to screw things up this time.

So the kiss is soft, almost painfully soft. As gentle as Faith can manage. She kisses Buffy like the other girl is something fragile, something delicate: like she's made out of glass or spun sugar. She kisses her like she's somebody who needs to be taken care of. She kisses her the way nobody's ever kissed Faith before. Like this is something important; like it matters. Like she matters.

Because this does matter. She's kissing Buffy Summers and for a moment -- even if this is just going to turn out to be a mistake or a moment of temporary madness -- Buffy's into it. She's kissing her too.

Faith isn't sure exactly when she closed her eyes, but when she opens them again -- when she pulls away, still gently, tentatively -- Buffy's own eyes are half-closed as well. She's got this kind of glazed expression on her face that Faith doesn't think she's ever seen before. She wonders for a moment if she looks anything like that herself.

"Huh," Buffy says slowly, breaking the silence. A short, contented sound, like she's just figured something out.

And before Faith can ask herself what that means, Buffy leans in and kisses her right back.

When Buffy kisses her she presses into her slightly, pushing her back against the brick wall behind her. She puts her weight on her, straddling her, legs resting on her until she's all but sitting in Faith's lap. Cups her face in her hands possessively, like she's taking charge, the sort of move Faith would never have put up with if any of her loser boyfriends back in Boston had tried it.

With Buffy though, Faith guesses she doesn't mind so much. That, actually, she doesn't mind at all. Maybe the other Slayer isn't the only one figuring some things out tonight.

Buffy tastes like earth and sweat and flowers and scented soap. Like running for your life through a dark forest. She tastes like something achingly real, something better than Faith's ever known before. Something she hasn't got the words to describe.

An eternity later, when the world starts moving again, Buffy asks her a question. Has to repeat it before Faith remembers how to talk.

"I said, what have you got lined up for the next part of the date?" Buffy asks, half-smiling the way she does when she's in control. "A movie, maybe, or ..."

"Whatever you want, B," Faith tells her hoarsely. Meaning every word this time. Meaning it like a promise. Like an oath. Meaning whatever Faith can give her, whatever she can take.

Buffy frowns.

"Honestly, after how the whole Homecoming Queen thing went, I'd really, really like to hit something."

Faith nods. She gets that. Hell, up until tonight she'd have probably said that hitting demons was the best thing she'd ever done in Sunnydale.

"I think I spotted a vamp nest on the way over here," she offers. "Out by Shady Hill Cemetery. Not too far to go if we hurry."

The other Slayer smiles at her, and Faith can't help grinning back.

"That has potential," Buffy says, nodding approvingly. "Come on."

She springs to her feet, offers Faith a hand up. And Faith doesn't hesitate.

Buffy's fingers curl around hers as she pulls her up to her level. Then they're both running, as fast as they can, suddenly neither one of them wanting the night to end. It's just the two of them, the way it was always meant to be. Two girls in the dark against a world full of demons. Laughing as they run because they know they're going to win; that they've already won the only prize that matters. Laughing because they're young enough to tell themselves they're indestructible, and that tonight's going to last forever.

The Chosen Two, Faith tries out in her head. She thinks she likes the sound of it.

Buffy's hand is still holding on to hers, pulling her onward, radiating warmth and strength and somehow, impossibly, real. Gripping her tight, like Buffy's almost afraid to let her go. Almost like Faith's the delicate one, the one who needs to be taken care of. Like Faith's a valuable prize that the other girl's determined not to let slip away.

Faith doesn't let go either.

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nikatyler · 3 years ago

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OC Questions: 5, 14, 23, 32, 41

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Oh, this is hard. From the ones who get posted on this blog frequently, I'd probably choose either Tyler or Ross. I actually hope these two are the ones people think of when they see my username haha :D Also Caleb, but I feel like on first sight he's not as interesting as the other two and he's kind of destined to be the underrated one. But if I had to choose from all the characters I have, I'd have to go with Diana, the protagonist of my nonsims vampire story that I've been working on since 2014. It would be a dream come true to have that published one day, so it kinda makes sense that I would want her to be the popular one.

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

He's not exactly my OC (though I like to say that ea provided the face and I made the whole character because there's not much to work with) but I made Caleb Vatore's backstory pretty sad. His father got lost at sea centuries ago (I think I made Caleb like 300 years old in the beginning of NSB? That was a bit too much, I should've gone with less, but yeah if we go with that, his father died approximately 3 centuries ago).

Then when Caleb and Lilith became vampires and joined this vampire clan, the other vampires bullied him because he wasn't always the amazing strong vampire who's able to kick Grim Reaper's ass (ah what a time that was!), he was clumsy and weak and really just a good target for bullying. He wishes he could forget those times.

Then he had this tragic romance with Jillian. He loved her a lot, she wanted to be turned into a vampire, he said no because he had this whole idea of "it's not worth it, you deserve to live a full human life". And then she actually died pretty young and Caleb didn't take it well. And then up until he and Ross became a thing romantically, he kind of just swore off any kind of love and I guess I could say he was miserable and in a really dark place for over a century.

And yes I apparently made both Calebs a depressed mess, I don't know why but it just happened

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

I know this will sound like I'm too lazy to come up with a creative answer but Ross. He went from being just some spoiled jerk who cares about no one (but one person but even treats that one person selfishly) to...I don't even know, but I think about his personality and how he thinks and feels and how he's changed...a lot. It's not even a joke when I say he keeps me up at night because he does lol :D Sometimes.

It doesn't really come through here, sims is not the best medium for deep complex storytelling, at least for me, and the way I usually present myself here doesn't really allow for anything too deep either, but there's just. So much to unpack. He's such an important character to me, and he's grown so much from being just some spoiled jerk. Now even when I look at the part where he's just some spoiled jerk, I see so much more than there was originally. I wish I had time to straight up write a novel about him, that way I could really show what I mean.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

I don't play horror games so I'm not really sure. Bianca could be fun, I think?

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

My old simblr friend who isn't here anymore drew Miracle for me once when I was having a bad day. We weren't even talking at that point, I think? We were just mutuals back then. That was so awesome and unexpected. I think I have the picture somewhere on my phone still. I miss you, friend, by the way. Not sure if you'll read this but I do.

And then when gen 2 of NSB was ending and Ross and Caleb got married, someone drew them, I'm not sure who it was, I can't check right now and I don't want to @ the wrong person haha (I'm like 95 % sure but...anxiety) but that was great!

Honestly I wish I wasn't always worried about having enough money left in my account. I would comission people all the time. I wish I could get people to draw my OCs haha. With that being said my birthday is in six seven weeks or so. Not giving you guys any ideas or anything.

Anyway, thanks for the ask! It was nice to talk so much, I haven't had a chance for that lately. ♥

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smallestclowninthecircus · 4 years ago

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Season 3 notes popping off

due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.

ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?

ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.

ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.

ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes

ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.

ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.

ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.

ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.

ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.

ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.

ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.

ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.

ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.

Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.

Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?

ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?

ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.

ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!

ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?

ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again

110: who wants to bet its a leitner?

111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.

112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...

113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough

114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?

115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?

116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.

117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.

118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.

119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!

120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.

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shipppersrus · 6 years ago

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In Another Life- Clementine AU

So I clearly have a death wish writing two stories at once, but what the hell! Enjoy!

Prologue

“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?”

“Help! Please send an ambulance there was a car crash on I-95! The car flipped over!”

“Okay sir, please stay calm-“

“Oh my god! There’s a little girl!” He drops the phone on the ground and runs to the car.

“Sir?.... sir?.... Please hang on and wait till someone gets there! Hello… sir!”

The storm raged on in the cold empty town, it rained hard and long throughout rural Georgia. The man stepped out the car and put his hood on, he walked into Red’s Diner and headed for a booth in the corner. It was quiet for the most part nothing but truck drivers, waitresses, static from the old tv and light country jams playing in the back.

A woman searched through the jukeboxes playlist before noticing the man in the corner. The server brought him some coffee, as she watched him intently, she believed it was him, he was the her guy.

She headed to the table and sat across from him, he watched her hesitantly and pulled out her notebook and pen.

“The names Carley, I’m assuming you’re Lee, right?” She didn’t make eye contact until she finished writing.

“Yeah, that’s me.” He continues to drink his coffee.

“You have quite an interesting story, I’m glad you called me back to meet, it’s about time we heard your perspective of the story.” She sat her notebook down and set up her recorder.

“Yeah, something about the message you left me told me you’re a no bullshit kind of girl.” He sipped his coffee.

“No bullshit kind of woman.” She smirked at him as she took in his appearance. “Alright so I want all the details, don’t leave anything out. I’m also great at detecting bullshit so don’t try it, now tell me the everything from the beginning.” She leaned in closer and he began.

He stood in the mirror and watched himself as he put on the nicest suit he owned. He added a bit of cologne to his collar and his wrist before officially tying his tie. Before he could get deep into though he saw himself in the mirror, and man did he look good. His phone started ringing and he went to answer it.

“Baby, where are you the event is starting soon.” His wife told him. He could hear the impatience in her voice.

“I’m coming honey, I’m almost there.” Lee grabbed his coat and keys as he headed out.

“Lee Everett, are you just now leaving the house?” He could feel the argument forming and quickly approaching.

“Honey I will be there before the event starts, I promise.”

“You better. Look I want us to work, for things to get better… just get here before the events starts.” Her voice got a bit softer.

“I will. I love you.” He held his breath, waiting to hear the words back.

“Yeah… baby, I love you too, just hurry.” She rushed him off the phone and hung up. His head was hung low as he felt defeated. His marriage was crumbling before his eyes and it felt like there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Lee headed out the house and hopped into his car, setting out for the governors ball. His wife job consist of a lot of traveling while he worked as a history professor for the University of Georgia. He played The Temptations as he steadily rolled through traffic before hopping onto the highway. He checked the time 7:45pm, he had 15 minutes to get there before he’d be hearing her mouth all night. “15 minutes, no problem” he thought out loud as he turned the music up just a bit louder. As he shifted to face the road, everything in front of him flashed before his eyes. A couple of cars in front of him skirted and he joined the notion and watched a collision before his eyes. One car even flipped over and was hanging off the highway bridge. People stopped and got out there cars to see the horror in front of them. He looked around and saw no one making an effort to call the cops, so he did. He watched the car teeter back and forth as it hung rearing at the edge of the highway. As he called he couldn’t take his eyes off the wreckage.

“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?”

“Help! Please send an ambulance there was a car crash on I-95! The car flipped over!”

“Okay sir, please stay calm-“

“Oh my gosh! There’s a little girl!” He drops the phone on the ground and runs to the car.

“Sir?.... sir?.... Please hang on and wait till someone gets there! Hello… sir!”

Lee ran towards the car as he frantically searched for a way to save the little girl in the back. Everyone took their phones out as they watched the scene go down, only one other man came out to help rather than watch. The other man held the car down as Lee reached in for the girl, she was frightened and in shock.

“Hey sweetie, I know this is scary but you have to take my hand so I can get you out of this mess.” He reached out for her but she didn’t move.

“My… my parents.” She pointed to the body in the windshield and the empty driver's seat. The sight made him want to throw up, but he knew he had another objective.

“I know sweet pea it’s going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He reached a little further in as the car teetered once more.

“Promise.” She asked.

“I promise.” He told her. He reached in almost touching her hand but the car teetered once more.

“I’m scared.” She retreated.

“Hey! Guy! I can’t hold this shit for much longer.” The man with the mustache yelled.

“I’m working on it!” Lee yelled back.

“Well work faster!” He retorted.

“Alright honey, I’m going to need you to take my hand so I can pull you out before this thing falls over.” Lee told the girl softly.

“No! No! No!” She covered her eyes.

“I know you’re scared, I’ve been scared before, and every time I get scared I breathe and I push through it.” Lee was very gentle though in this moment he was scared for his life. The little girl took a deep breath and reached for Lee’s hand. She almost was able to reach until she was pulled back.

“I’m stuck!” She tried not to freak out.

“I got you! Don’t panic just breathe.” He reached in and wiggled the seatbelt. If this car goes down, he’s going down with it. He got the seatbelt unlatched and pulled the girl out as they tumbled to the ground. The man and the few other people that helped let go of the car as it teetered more and slid down further. The little girl held onto to the man for dear life as she weeped. “I got you sweetpea, I got you.” He held her until the police and ambulance made it, they tried to take the little girl but she panicked during their attempts.

“It’s okay, the nice people just want to make sure you’re okay.” He comforted the little girl. She let go to get checked out but continued to hold his hand. “It’s okay. I’m standing right here, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The sun had set and Lee completely lost track of time. He went to go check his phone when he saw that he has 12 missed calls from his wife, it was better to not call her back right now, today was stressful enough. The little girl quickly came darting back to Lee and held onto him as the medical help tried to take her away. The man that helped with the wreckage also approached them.

“What you did there was very noble man, I don’t think most would of done what you did.” The man shook his hand.

“I’m sure they would of. She’s a little girl, I couldn’t let her go down like that.” Lee told him.

“Well you deserve a medal or something, how about buy you a drink sometime. My wife and kid are in the car, but here's my information, let me know when you want to use it.” The mustache man put his hand on Lee’s shoulder.

“Thanks man, what’s your name.” Lee put the paper in his pocket.

“It’s Kenny. Call anytime, I’m a commercial fisherman so I’m up and about all throughout the day and night. Have a good one!” Kenny walked away and headed out.

Lee bent down to the girls level and held her.

“Please don’t leave me alone again.” She cried. “Those people tried to take me away.”

“Alright. I won’t honey.” He rubbed her back. “What’s your name?”

“Clementine, it’s Clementine.” She looked up to him.

“Alright Clementine, i'll stay right by your side.”

The ambulance tried very hard to split the two up but Clementine was very adamant about sticking with Lee, so they headed to the hospital. She got checked up and she was fine besides a few cuts and bruises. The doctor Hershel pulled Lee aside to chat about his relation with the girl before turning it over to CPS. The CPS lady Bonnie couldn’t find any other relatives that would take Clementine in, so she was officially an orphan. Lee immediately signed on to be a foster parent until further notice. Bonnie normally wasn’t supposed to do this but made sure to help Lee in his case. Though he couldn’t take her home that night, she promised he could see her tomorrow and they could check out his place and do a background check to see if he was suitable to watch a child.

Lee finally headed home after a crazy day promising himself to check on Clementine tomorrow morning. He knew he needed to prepare his home for her, for a kid, and yet the idea of raising a kid wasn’t nearly as scary as the fight he was preparing to have with his wife. He pulled into the driveway and headed into the lavish home, it was not made for a kid. He walked through the garage and into the house and he was ready to hear it.

“Oh thank God!” She ran up to him and hugged him. “Are you okay?” She started checking him.

“I’m fine, wait… how do you know what happened.” Lee was completely taken off guard.

“I was completely livid when you didn’t show up tonight, but when you weren’t answering my calls I got worried, then I saw the news. You saved that little girl! They had a video and everything, i'm just glad you’re okay.” She hugged him once more.

“Speaking of the little girl-“ She cut him off.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes, then we can talk.” She led him to their room and he started to change seeing a bloodstain on his white shirt giving him flashbacks of the previous incidences.

“What I wanted to talk to you about.” She started to kiss him hinting at what she wanted, but he knew what was more important. “That little girl… I’m her foster parent for now, of course until I can adopt her.”

“Excuse me, what!” The woman bounced back completely. “You signed up to foster a child! Before talking to me about it first!”

“It was in the moment, she had nowhere to go and I couldn’t let her fall into the system Elaine.” Lee got up to keep changing.

“Lee this is not an environment for children, we have glass everywhere and-“

“The only reason we bought this house is so we can have children!” Lee snapped a little.

“Lee you know I can’t.” She turned away from him.

“No, you can, you just don’t want to.” Lee started to get frustrated. “Before we got married you knew how bad I wanted children, then when I wanted to try you changed your mind. Elaine I’m working with you as best I can. Look this is something new and I think it could help us-“

“Bringing a child into the equation is not going to help us Lee!”

“Can we just try? Look if it doesn’t work out we are only fostering her, and if it does then we may actually have a family.” Lee pleaded.

“I thought we already were one.” She stormed into the bathroom.

“Elaine…”

“Okay Lee, I’ll try, but not for you, for that little girl.” She climbed into bed.

The next day came and Lee woke up extra early to do anything he could to make Clementine more comfortable and kid-proof the house. Around 8am Elaine and him headed to go pick her up. When they got to the foster house she stayed at, her face immediately lit up at the sight of Lee.

“Lee!” She beamed and ran to him. “The lady said that I can live with you, but I had to wait till today.”

“Yeah sweet pea you’re coming with us, this is my wife Elaine.” Lee introduces the two.

“Hi Clementine.” She shook the little girls hand.

A year had past and Lee and Clementine had only gotten closer, her taking up most of his free time. Bonnie has checked their place and throughout her visits it got more and more kid friendly. Elaine and Lee only grew more distant though, anytime Lee wanted to do something for or with her she never reciprocated, all she did was keep herself busy hardly even establishing a relationship with Clementine. Clementine was able to go to her parents funeral and even got to keep the cremations, it was hard for her but she only took a few things from her old house that could be in memory of them such as: her dads lucky cap, her walkie-talkies, a necklace that was her mother’s, and other small Knick knacks. She started to see a therapist and seemed better and better as time went on, as she stayed in school and even started to play softball. When the time came for Lee and Elaine to decide if they were going to adopt Clementine, Elaine couldn’t say no, she saw how happy Clem made Lee and knew it was the best thing for them.

Lee finally got the adoption papers back to confirm her adoption, and Lee wanted to make it an extra special night. He set up reservations for a really nice restaurant and even bought Clementine a pretty dress. Lee picked her up from school and headed home when he saw a car in the driveway that he’d never seen before. He was very suspicious but didn’t want to alarm Clementine.

“Who’s car is that?” Clementine caught on, she was a smart girl.

“I don’t know Sweetpea, but stay in the car I’m going to go find out.” Lee parked the car on the street and got out. “Hey lock the door and don’t open for anyone, okay?”

“Okay.” She did exactly what she was asked.

Lee walked inside and quietly crept up the stairs. It didn’t seem like anything was taken, but he did notice his wife’s keys. He continued up when he heard noises coming from his bedroom, he busted the door open to see Elaine and Senator Macintosh active in his bed.

“Lee!” Elaine coward as Macintosh hopped of the bed and tried to put his pants on quick. A rage took over Lee and he blacked out as he grabbed the man and started beating him senselessly. Elaine tried to stop him, but couldn’t.

“Lee!” A scared Clementine yelled from the door, which snapped him out of it. He got up from on top of the man and turned to her.

“Clementine.” She looked scared and stared at the blood dripping from his knuckles. He wiped his knuckles on his jeans and bent down to her level. “I’m sorry you has to see that, what happened to waiting in the car?”

“I got scared you didn’t come back for a long time.”

“I’m sorry I scared you honey.” She hugged him as she tried not to look at the man bloody in the corner.

“Lee-“ He immediately shout daggers Elaine’s way.

“You did this.” He picked up Clementine and led her out the room as they headed to the car and sat there. Lee didn’t know his fate but still wanted to give Clementine her gift.

“ I had a surprise for you today.” Lee looked at Clementine.

“Wha-what was it?” She looked at him. He handed her the box with a ribbon on out with a card.

“We got the adoption papers back and it was official that you’re an Everett, If you still want to be?”

“I do.” She didn’t hesitate as she cried and gave Lee a hug. “The man in there… was he bad?”

“Yeah Clem, yeah he was.”

“Oh.” She sat there quietly for a little. She started to unwrap the present and saw a very pretty dress. “Thank you Lee! Do you think it would look good with my hat?” She beamed.

“I think it would look great with your hat.” Lee half smiled to her.

The police and ambulance came and let’s say this was all over the news. Lee got arrested and the Senator was taken in an ambulance, luckily he lived and though he wanted to press charges due to the situation he wouldn’t to save face though not much of it was saved not to mention Lee was the man that saved a little girl from dying so for the Senator it was a losing battle.

Lee and Elaine ended up splitting, it was too much to stay there so Lee decided it was time for a change. He packed up and headed to Macon so that he could be closer to his parents and siblings. Though it was hard for Lee in the beginning it got better, a lot better. Elaine may now have been Clem’s legal mother but the two didn’t have a relationship, Lee asked nothing from her; after all she didn’t want a kid in the first place. Macon became home again and Lee was once again close with his family again, even finally accepted Kenny’s drink establishing a friendship with the man as well.

“There you have it Carley, did I bullshit?” Lee questioned.

“Not that I can tell.” She finished writing and stopped recording.

“Okay, now I have one off the record question… wanna do dinner sometime?” Lee asked.

“I don’t mix business and pleasure.” Carley smiled and started packing up her things. “But for you, I guess I can make an exception. You have my number, you know where to find me.” She walked away leaving Lee at Red’s Diner, he liked her, a lot.

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