#it’s good that hattie gets to reconcile and be the last thing she sees before she passes

[crownrots]

[omnivorousshipper]

Hey Omni! I’m so sorry I couldn’t wait until Thursday. I’m just so bored and need something to distract myself 🙃 May I have a short fic where Hattie reconciles with Owen please? (It doesn’t have to be today) 😊

Hey friend! I'm glad you didn't wait until Thursday! I hope this is a good distraction for you! And if not, I'm free to talk for the rest of the night (but I do have to do the dishes lol)

Opening the door to Deckard's flat, Hattie let out a sigh. Her own flat was still being repaired from Deckard's little rampage. Apologeticly, he had offered her up one of his guest bedrooms.

Which, Hattie had discovered, Deckard had tried to make as nice as possible for her. He had made up the bed with sheets and blankets in light blues and whites, while a little plushie of godzilla sat on the bedside table, almost like a protector in the night.

When she had arrived, Hattie had been shocked by the room and touched by Deckard's efforts. Even though they hadn't talked in years, he still knew her and knew what she would find homely

And of course, Hattie had needed to be nosy and had looked through the whole flat

Of course, every inch of the flat was clean and polished. Hattie wouldn't have expected anything else

Deckard's room had been plain, with pictures of their family hung all over the walls being one of the only decorations in his bedroom. Everything else was in cool greys and whites.

His library/office was where she found all of his knickknacks and books. She couldn't help but smile when she found the grenade her pin goes to, simply sitting on the desk, acting as a paper weight

Turning to the last door, Hattie had frowned. She didn't know what was in there. Slowly opening the door, she popped her head in and blinked

The room was full furnished. It wasn't a simple guest room, but a full room. The walls and bed were in different shades of green, while the shelves were near bursting with cds and old vinyls. A desk with several computers sat in the corner, with several tools scattered around it

Hattie didn't know what to say. The room obviously belonged to Owen. Meaning he actually lived there

She wasn't surprised. Owen was never one to keep a home, always relying on Deckard or friends to let him stay with them

But it also meant that Owen would be coming around to Deckard's place.

She had waited with baited breath every time she came home, expecting Owen to be there. But, he never showed. Sometimes, Deckard would be waiting for her, dinner ready. Other times, she would arrive home to find nobody

But today, as she walked in, kicked her shoes off, put her keys in the little bowl near the door, and headed further into the flat

Just to come face to face with Owen.

He was laying on the couch, watching TV. When she walked in, his head snapped up, eyes wide at her in shock

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

Hattie flinched when their voices matched up and they said the same thing at the same time

"I live here."

Hattie nearly facepalmed. They did it again

She could see the obvious frustration and anger on Owen's face as they kept doing it.

"Look, Oh-" Hattie started

"Save it." He snapped, and swung his legs off the couch and stood up. "I dont want to hear it."

"Owen!"

But he ignored her, simply walking away and towards the bedrooms.

Through down her bag, she went after him

"You're not just going to ignore me, your rat bastard!" She yelled at his back, but he still didn't stop. His longer leg kept him out of her reach and she wasn't able to grab him before the door to his room was being shut on her face

"Are you serious? You're hiding like we're kids again?!"

But she still didn't get a response. She grimaced. The louder Owen was, the happier he was. The quieter, the more angry and deadly Owen was.

Sighing, Hattie leaned against the door.

"Please, Owen. Can we just talk?"

Nothing

Glaring, Hattie decided to wait him out. She knew for a fact that the fire escape wasn't near any of his windows and he didn't have any gear in his room to jump out the window and scale the building. Dramatic, but Hattie knew Owen. He had once jumped out of a two story building just to escape doing the dishes when they were kids.

He would absolutely jump out another window to escape Hattie. Good thing Deckard lived on the tenth floor

Letting herself slump to the floor, she sat against the door and kept talking

"I know I hurt you, Oh. The things I said the night Deck went rogue..." She had to swallow around the thick lump in her throat. "I meant to hurt you that night and I did. I'm sorry, Oh. I was hurt and scared. I didn't know what to do. I thought Deckard had betrayed us, and then you kept defending him. I thought- I thought I had lost both of my brothers that night."

A brief pause, but Owen didn't respond

"I am so sorry for leaving our family. For leaving you. You have no idea how much I've missed you, Oh."

Hattie could feel a tear go down her face as she continued

"It felt like I was missing a limb. You should have been by my side, cracking jokes and encouraging me to do the most stupid things." Hattie felt her tears grow stronger, almost chocking her, but she kept going. "There's been so many times over the last few years that I wanted to call you. To hear your voice, even if it was just to tell me that you hate me. Hell, I don't even know if you're even still in there or if you jumped out a window. I just want my brother back."

Her last words were broken off by a sob, and she desperately scrubbed at her face to get rid of her tears

"Deck told me I can't jump out of his windows anymore. Scares the neighbors apparently."

Hattie let out a wet laugh at that

"Of course he said that." She smiled. It was nice to hear Owen’s voice

They fell silent, with Hattie trying to get her tears under control. Suddenly, Hattie felt the door leave her back and she had to catch herself. Quickly turning around, she saw Owen pulling the door open, sitting on the floor as well

Hattie felt her face split in two when he opened his arms for her

Flying into him, she heard him let out a quiet "oof!" but he held on and wrapped her in a hug. She buried her face in his neck, squeezing him back fiercely

"We still have a lot to talk about," Owen told her quietly, but his grip didn't falter for a moment. "But, I missed you, too, Hatts."

Hattie didn’t care if it took hours for them to sort out their problems, she was just happy to have Owen back

I, uh. I think you asked for a 'short' fic?? Does this qualify? 😂 Either way, I hope you enjoy this friend!

[thisunpredictablelife]

Currently, my family wakes on a day to day basis wondering if they'll be greeted by Mary Poppins...or Mother Gothel.  SOMETIMES they get lucky and find a lovely, makeup-wearing, hair-fixed Belle baking something delicious for them in the kitchen.  Unfortunately, Belle doesn't visit often.   For all you moms and dads killing it at this isolation thing...I commend you.  My highs and lows of what to feel and how to feel and what I'm actually feeling are driving me towards a Mad Hatter style of parenting, and friends...we can't let it go that far.   Or can we? I laid in bed last night evaluating the last four weeks.  My mind can't even grasp the fact we've been social distancing and doing our best to isolate for four crazy weeks.  Where did the days go?!  As I continued to dismantle the last weeks and what I've accomplished for my family during the time, I criticized myself by default.  The should have's got me gooood...and I almost allowed my spirit to be defeated by their sneaky maneuvers.  The sinking feeling kept getting deeper...and my fears of family failures spilled into personal failures... eventually demanding me to muster up some good vibes to prevent myself from jumping down the rabbit hole.  It was at this moment I simply said to myself "I am so00 grateful". The truth is, none of us are really okay right now.  I've read your words on social media and I acknowledge your hurt and disappointment. We've all lost something...and my heart breaks for those who have lost the unbearable.  It feels as though our hopes have been placed on pause while we sit in a holding room...waiting for the next move...waiting for someone to tell us what to do.   Accepting the word "adaptation" into our lives has become more important than before, and the need to ditch a word like "normal" has become vital. There isn't a normal...and we know this.  So why do we keep holding on to the idea of it?   As my eyes became heavier I refused to surrender until I walked myself through all areas of my life...reconciling the emotions associated with them.  It didn't take me long.  My reality the last four weeks has left me more grateful than I could have imagined.  There's no question it wasn't ideal...but it's what we were given...and I would be foolish to not embrace it like it was meant be.  Somehow, the more I listened to the gratefulness whispering in my ear, the clearer I heard the hopes still playing their song.   Moments before my eyes closed...I nestled my soul into the arms of gratefulness and remembered who I am.  I will never be Belle, Mary Poppins, or thankfully the manipulative Mother Gothel.  However, my unintentional channeling of the Mad Hatter is legit.  While I’d love to be running a well scheduled learning environment over here,  creativity is our squirrel. We can’t escape our need to create.  If that means we wait patiently for Jack to smash out dissonant chords while learning a Legend of Zelda song on the piano, we’ll do so...knowing he improved from the time before.  If scattered silk flowers are a sign Sophia‘s been at it with her latest creation, I accept the mess...tell her to clean it up...but I smile at her ability to make something so beautiful.  When I walk in Hattie’s room and see a sketchbook with an incredible sketch in progress...my heart melts that she’s found a form of expression.  As Nell becomes giddy about the arrival of her Frozen II piano book...I get even giddier to hear her play something new. What am I really trying to say with all this mind jumble?   Embrace the new path we’ve been given...accept that none of us will get this “right”...and maybe just use a little more creativity for your wounded heart and soul.  Hang in there, friends.  You’re doing an incredible job. My song choice is way too predictable, but earned its spot in this post.   Have an amazing weekend...