Fic: And he kept his promise... MaDi, Cassidy R
Title: And He Kept His Promise
Author: dangergrl79
Pairing/Character: Madi, Cassidy mentioned
Word Count: 2431
Rating: R (LANGUAGE)
Summary: Future Fic. What happened to Mac after that fateful night at the Neptune Grand
Spoilers: Up to Season 2 finale
Authors: First go at a VM fic. No Beta...so be nice. I tried.
She stares at him often, silently observing. Totally oblivious to everything going on in the room, his nose is in yet another book. If you would have told her sixteen years ago that she would have a child, much less this fifteen year old son sitting on her couch, she wouldn’t have just laughed, she would have peed from laughing so hard.
Behind the hard-bound words of Alexandre Dumas was probably the most beautiful boy ever made. She chuckled to herself when the phrase ‘man pretty’ came to mind. She wasn’t being partial because it was her boy. He was the most sought after fifteen year old in his class. She...well she was the cool nonconformist mom. True, she was the cool
nonconformist mom named Cindy, but no one else’s mom can rock a pair of Cons and blue streaks quite like she could. Being a good ten years younger than the rest of the PTO kind of added to the coolness too.
She was over the whole teen mother thing when she was a pregnant teen. It was already enough that she was living a Lifetime Movie, but then to get pregnant at eighteen? Mac wanted to follow Cassidy right off the roof of the Neptune Grand.
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“Stop staring, Mom. Your are creeping me out.”
Mac’s attention snapped to her son’s eyes that were now staring back at her. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“I’m glad you got the brains from my side of the family.”
The kid rolled his eyes. “Must I hear this everyday of my life?”
Mac chuckled, “Yes, you must.”
"Don't you mean Madison Sinclair's family?"
"Funny, smartass."
Her miracle out of tragedy. That’s what he was. When she found out she was pregnant, she immediately thought that she would be lenched in the street. For obvious reasons, carrying the child of someone so despised wasn’t well received in good old Neptune. It wasn’t all pitchforks and torches, however. She couldn’t have gotten knocked up into a richer family. She thought about the whole abortion thing, but she couldn't stomach another death connected to her and then there was adoption.
After thinking not so long and hard about her kid, regardless of where he came from, growing up and having these feelings of not belonging, hit too close to home. Mac was going to be someone’s mother after having sex once...with the bad guy. Shannen Doherty could play her in the made-for-TV movie.
Feeling that it was her only means of protecting herself from the media and the citizens of Neptune, she went straight to the only Casablancas she knew how to find. She went to Dick. After he called her a fucking liar and slammed the door in her face, she decided to be a little more subtle. She went back to his house with pregnancy test in hand. This time after practically taking it in front of him...the perve, he believed her.
From that point on she was a Casablancas. Dick showed up at her house two days later and yelled from the street, “Pack your shit, Ghost World...we gotta bounce!” Mac stood dumbfounded at the front door. “Didn’t you hear me? Pack all of your shit, my uncle ‘Rick’, just sent a jet for us.”
Mac shook her head. His uncle “Rick”? That was clever. His name is Richard. His father's name is Richard, yet he came up with a fictional uncle Rick.
One would think that she would take the time to remember the good times and wonder if leaving Neptune was for the best. She quickly realized that there was nothing in Neptune for her. Veronica hadn’t talked to her in months. Not that she blamed her. In fact, the only phone call she got was from Butters Clemmons. He wanted to interview her for his radio show. She passed.
Mac realized quickly that Dick wasn’t always an as*hole...just most of the time. Every time they talked, it always felt like he was apologizing to her. A guilty Dick could be a sincere Dick at times. He almost never left her side.
She always wanted to see the world. Hiding from the cops with “Big Dick” Casablancas, let her do that. She got to see the Swiss Alps and Amsterdam in her first trimester. The rest of her pregnacy ws spent on a private island just off the coast of ‘Don’t Ask Me Again where the hell we are, Mac’. It was totally Blue Lagoon....without the hot sex scenes. She likes to think of that time as when she got to know and bond with Dick. They talked video games, and not just random, “Look at the tatas on that babe.”, and “How do they make jugs bounce on Playstation games?”, from Dick.
It was easy to figure out that Dick was smarter than he pretended to be. He was used to people cutting him off and not really listening to him so when he found himself isolated with a needy pregnant Mac, he finally had to talk. “You know you are stuck with me, right?”
“What?”, Mac remembered replying.
“You and the kid. We are in this together.”
“Dick, don’t...”
“Don’t what? If Beaver hadn’t have been such a fucking nutcase, none of this would have happened!”
Mac hunched her shoulders, “You don’t know that.”
Dick looked her up and down. “Yes, I do. He was a secretive little sh*t. I should have kept my eyes on *him*”.
“What does that mean?”
“I was watching you.” Mac’s jaw dropped. Dick chuckled, “Not like that. You wish. I didn’t trust you and I thought you were bringing out the bad side of Beaver. Little did I know...”
“Enough about that. Are we going to have to live on this island forever?”
“Are you going to start bitching about being on the island again? Dude, it’s a private fucking island with everything you could ever want or need at your electric silver fingertips!”
Mac rubbed stomach and Dick caught the jesture. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, the kid is kicking again.”
Dick’s hand automatically went to her stomach without asking. “That’s crazy.”, he said and he noticed that Mac’s eyes were widened. “Oh, sorry....I didn’t mean that...I meant...”
“No, that wasn’t a kick this time.”
“Oh, shit. Did you just piss on yourself?”
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She still remembers the day when her son was born. Harrison Richard Casablancas III. She remembered that the name was H. Richard Casablancas and that was the only reason why she agreed to the name or was it the drugs? Big Dick was a boat load of nerves after Harrison arrived. He wanted to make up for what happened to Cassidy and almost turned himself in right then and there. Dick stopped him, but when he checked with the lawyers he discovered that a large amount of evidence had been confiscated illegally by the FBI. His case was thrown out and later so was his wife Kendall.
Dick and Mac were ready to go back to America...not California, but the States. After arguing it over for two days straight, they ended up in Hawaii. Dick got to surf, Mac went to school. They both took full responsibility for Harrison.
When Harrison turned ten, they returned to California, but they insisted on living in Malibu. Harrison had to be told about Cassidy, just in case it ever came up in the community, but it never really fazed him. Probably too many years around Dick.
Harrison was a smart kid. Never intense, but thoughtful and level headed. At times he can be a handful. His IM account name is stealth_prankmaster. Mac didn’t even want to know where that came from.
“Hey, blondie?”
“Don’t call me blondie, Mom.”
“It never bothered you before.”
“I’m not the one you call blondie.” Mac realized her mistake. She called Dick blondie, not Harrison. “Speaking of....where is blondie?”
Harrison smiled, “He’s out buying me explosives.”
“Explosives?!”
“It was either that or the condoms and beer. We compromised.”, he joked running his fingers through his blonde hair.
“I got those *candles* you wanted Hare!”, came from the front door.
“RICHARD CASABLANCAS JR.!”
“That would be my name?”, was returned.
“Explosives?”
Dick strolled into the room carrying a large bag of contraband. “Cut the kid a break, he already told me what he is going to use them for. It’s full proof.”
“It’s...not going to happen.”, she shot back
“But, Mom?”
“...Not another word”, she turned to Dick. “Upstairs...NOW!”
“Somebody’s horn...” After seeing the look in her eyes, he decided not to finish that sentence. After they made it upstairs, Mac turned to Dick and narrowed her eyes.
“Explosives?”
“Firecrackers, that’s all they were. Harmless fun.”
“Dick, your brother blew up a bus and a plane with people on them”. Dick looked at her like she had gone mad.
“You’re right, my brother. NOT HARRISON! Harrison has nothing to do with my brother, Cassidy. I was going to be there with him.”
“That doesn’t make things any better.”, Mac added. “He’s more mature than you are.”
“Ha Ha Ha. I want him to have a normal life. Normal kids do this type of sh*t. I’m not going to let Harrison think that everyone is waiting for him to go apesh*t and kill someone!”
“I understand what you are saying, but that doesn’t make this right. He needs rules, Dick, not you as his best buddy and ally. You know what it was like to not have supervision at home when you were his age...is that what you want.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because he has you!”, he suddenly put his finger up to his lips.
Mac rolled her eyes and flipped her hair back and whispered, “So, I’m supposed to be the bad guy right?”
“Exactly.”, he whispered back.
“You had no intentions of giving him that stuff did you?”
“Are you out of your fucking mind? I had to go along with it to find out what he was up to. He was going to knock the LLY off of the Hollywood sign.”, he told her with a smile.
“Wait a minute...HO WOOD?”, she asked in confusion.
“I know.”, he replied with a laugh.
“This is the same kid that wants to go to MIT. What are we going to do about him?”
Dick smiled, “I go downstairs and tell him that it is a no go. Oh, and if any pranks happen, you are going to kick me out.”
She thought about it, “That will work. You are such a good spy, Dick.”
“I know and you are such a hot piece of ass.”, he replied before picking her up like she weighed nothing and slamming her into the wall to kiss her roughly.
Later that evening at the dinner table, Mac sat there and watched Dick and Harrison talking animatedly. They both have those sly Casablancas eyes and blonde hair. She knows that people that knew her before wonder why she would ever let Dick be a part of her son’s life. For her the answer is simple, a son should know his father.
Flashback***********
Mac was in the lobby of the Neptune Grand. The media had swarmed all over the place and that left her waiting on her parents and strangely enough, Dick Casablancas staring at her from across the lobby. She found herself standing and walking over to him.
“Hey, Dick.”
“Hey.”, he replied calmly.
“How are you...are you o..”
Dick smiled, “I’m still too buzzed to even think about them scrapping my brother off of the parking lot right now. You know they won’t let me leave? It will be too traumatic to see what’s happening outside so they got me a room on the other side of the hotel. This is all just a bad dream.”
“How can we both be having the same dream.”
“Hell if I know. Dreams aren’t supposed to make sense.”
“Yeah, I guess.”, she replied staring at the tile work on the floor.
“Did he...”
“No”, she quickly answered. “He just took my clothes and stuff.”
“That’s fucking weird.”
“I know.”
“You can stay with me, you know.”
“Huh?”
“If you don’t want to go home. I’m just going to get drunker. I think you need to get drunk too. You’re starting to think about everything. That doesn’t help. Thinking never helps.”
Mac considered what he said and then wondered why no one cared if she saw Cassidy getting scrapped off of the parking lot. She called her parents and told them that she would see them the following day because she didn’t want to see the scene outside. They told her that it was for the best because there was a lot of debris from the plane explosion in their neighborhood.
She followed him up to his room. He quickly turned on all of the lights and made sure that the drapes were closed. “Stocked liquor cabinet....check. Room service menu....check. Spectravision....nope HBO, but it will do.” He grabbed a small bottle of amaretto and tossed it to Mac. “Drink up, Ghost World.”
Three hours later they are sitting on the bed indian style across from each other. “Beaver was really screwed up.”
“Huh?”
“He could have tapped and he froze up?” Mac nodded. “I mean...damn! It’s like we couldn’t be related or something.”
“Why?”, she wondered
He gave her a knowing look. “Do you really have to ask that question?”
Mac shook her head, “I just thought that he was the one. He was like the first guy that ever really noticed me. I guess it was too perfect. He was too sweet and understanding...”
“And a fucking psycho?”
“Yeah and that too.”
“Hey, Mac...if I hear this again I will deny that I ever said it, but you are kinda cute in that Empire Records type of way.”
Mac blushed, “You think I’m cute?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Nothing.”
Dick slammed another beer. “I’ll have sex with you.”
Mac spit out her Bailey’s. “What did you just say?”
“You told me that already that you were ready to do the do with my little bro. That ain’t gonna happen now. I can help you with that.”
“A pity fuck?”
“Language?”
“You have got to be kidding? You are going do me the favor of...”
“Wait a minute! This isn’t charity or anything. I plan on enjoying myself too. Remember, I think you are cute.”
“I’m drunk and so are you.”
“Exactly. That gives us an excuse to do this. It will take our minds off of everything.”
Mac’s eyes started to close. “I would love that.” She soon felt Dick’s kisses along her neck. She heard the bottle fall to the floor as she was pushed back against the mattress below her.
“I promise, I will make it feel good.”
He kept his promise.
Author: dangergrl79
Pairing/Character: Madi, Cassidy mentioned
Word Count: 2431
Rating: R (LANGUAGE)
Summary: Future Fic. What happened to Mac after that fateful night at the Neptune Grand
Spoilers: Up to Season 2 finale
Authors: First go at a VM fic. No Beta...so be nice. I tried.
She stares at him often, silently observing. Totally oblivious to everything going on in the room, his nose is in yet another book. If you would have told her sixteen years ago that she would have a child, much less this fifteen year old son sitting on her couch, she wouldn’t have just laughed, she would have peed from laughing so hard.
Behind the hard-bound words of Alexandre Dumas was probably the most beautiful boy ever made. She chuckled to herself when the phrase ‘man pretty’ came to mind. She wasn’t being partial because it was her boy. He was the most sought after fifteen year old in his class. She...well she was the cool nonconformist mom. True, she was the cool
nonconformist mom named Cindy, but no one else’s mom can rock a pair of Cons and blue streaks quite like she could. Being a good ten years younger than the rest of the PTO kind of added to the coolness too.
She was over the whole teen mother thing when she was a pregnant teen. It was already enough that she was living a Lifetime Movie, but then to get pregnant at eighteen? Mac wanted to follow Cassidy right off the roof of the Neptune Grand.
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“Stop staring, Mom. Your are creeping me out.”
Mac’s attention snapped to her son’s eyes that were now staring back at her. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“I’m glad you got the brains from my side of the family.”
The kid rolled his eyes. “Must I hear this everyday of my life?”
Mac chuckled, “Yes, you must.”
"Don't you mean Madison Sinclair's family?"
"Funny, smartass."
Her miracle out of tragedy. That’s what he was. When she found out she was pregnant, she immediately thought that she would be lenched in the street. For obvious reasons, carrying the child of someone so despised wasn’t well received in good old Neptune. It wasn’t all pitchforks and torches, however. She couldn’t have gotten knocked up into a richer family. She thought about the whole abortion thing, but she couldn't stomach another death connected to her and then there was adoption.
After thinking not so long and hard about her kid, regardless of where he came from, growing up and having these feelings of not belonging, hit too close to home. Mac was going to be someone’s mother after having sex once...with the bad guy. Shannen Doherty could play her in the made-for-TV movie.
Feeling that it was her only means of protecting herself from the media and the citizens of Neptune, she went straight to the only Casablancas she knew how to find. She went to Dick. After he called her a fucking liar and slammed the door in her face, she decided to be a little more subtle. She went back to his house with pregnancy test in hand. This time after practically taking it in front of him...the perve, he believed her.
From that point on she was a Casablancas. Dick showed up at her house two days later and yelled from the street, “Pack your shit, Ghost World...we gotta bounce!” Mac stood dumbfounded at the front door. “Didn’t you hear me? Pack all of your shit, my uncle ‘Rick’, just sent a jet for us.”
Mac shook her head. His uncle “Rick”? That was clever. His name is Richard. His father's name is Richard, yet he came up with a fictional uncle Rick.
One would think that she would take the time to remember the good times and wonder if leaving Neptune was for the best. She quickly realized that there was nothing in Neptune for her. Veronica hadn’t talked to her in months. Not that she blamed her. In fact, the only phone call she got was from Butters Clemmons. He wanted to interview her for his radio show. She passed.
Mac realized quickly that Dick wasn’t always an as*hole...just most of the time. Every time they talked, it always felt like he was apologizing to her. A guilty Dick could be a sincere Dick at times. He almost never left her side.
She always wanted to see the world. Hiding from the cops with “Big Dick” Casablancas, let her do that. She got to see the Swiss Alps and Amsterdam in her first trimester. The rest of her pregnacy ws spent on a private island just off the coast of ‘Don’t Ask Me Again where the hell we are, Mac’. It was totally Blue Lagoon....without the hot sex scenes. She likes to think of that time as when she got to know and bond with Dick. They talked video games, and not just random, “Look at the tatas on that babe.”, and “How do they make jugs bounce on Playstation games?”, from Dick.
It was easy to figure out that Dick was smarter than he pretended to be. He was used to people cutting him off and not really listening to him so when he found himself isolated with a needy pregnant Mac, he finally had to talk. “You know you are stuck with me, right?”
“What?”, Mac remembered replying.
“You and the kid. We are in this together.”
“Dick, don’t...”
“Don’t what? If Beaver hadn’t have been such a fucking nutcase, none of this would have happened!”
Mac hunched her shoulders, “You don’t know that.”
Dick looked her up and down. “Yes, I do. He was a secretive little sh*t. I should have kept my eyes on *him*”.
“What does that mean?”
“I was watching you.” Mac’s jaw dropped. Dick chuckled, “Not like that. You wish. I didn’t trust you and I thought you were bringing out the bad side of Beaver. Little did I know...”
“Enough about that. Are we going to have to live on this island forever?”
“Are you going to start bitching about being on the island again? Dude, it’s a private fucking island with everything you could ever want or need at your electric silver fingertips!”
Mac rubbed stomach and Dick caught the jesture. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, the kid is kicking again.”
Dick’s hand automatically went to her stomach without asking. “That’s crazy.”, he said and he noticed that Mac’s eyes were widened. “Oh, sorry....I didn’t mean that...I meant...”
“No, that wasn’t a kick this time.”
“Oh, shit. Did you just piss on yourself?”
********************************
She still remembers the day when her son was born. Harrison Richard Casablancas III. She remembered that the name was H. Richard Casablancas and that was the only reason why she agreed to the name or was it the drugs? Big Dick was a boat load of nerves after Harrison arrived. He wanted to make up for what happened to Cassidy and almost turned himself in right then and there. Dick stopped him, but when he checked with the lawyers he discovered that a large amount of evidence had been confiscated illegally by the FBI. His case was thrown out and later so was his wife Kendall.
Dick and Mac were ready to go back to America...not California, but the States. After arguing it over for two days straight, they ended up in Hawaii. Dick got to surf, Mac went to school. They both took full responsibility for Harrison.
When Harrison turned ten, they returned to California, but they insisted on living in Malibu. Harrison had to be told about Cassidy, just in case it ever came up in the community, but it never really fazed him. Probably too many years around Dick.
Harrison was a smart kid. Never intense, but thoughtful and level headed. At times he can be a handful. His IM account name is stealth_prankmaster. Mac didn’t even want to know where that came from.
“Hey, blondie?”
“Don’t call me blondie, Mom.”
“It never bothered you before.”
“I’m not the one you call blondie.” Mac realized her mistake. She called Dick blondie, not Harrison. “Speaking of....where is blondie?”
Harrison smiled, “He’s out buying me explosives.”
“Explosives?!”
“It was either that or the condoms and beer. We compromised.”, he joked running his fingers through his blonde hair.
“I got those *candles* you wanted Hare!”, came from the front door.
“RICHARD CASABLANCAS JR.!”
“That would be my name?”, was returned.
“Explosives?”
Dick strolled into the room carrying a large bag of contraband. “Cut the kid a break, he already told me what he is going to use them for. It’s full proof.”
“It’s...not going to happen.”, she shot back
“But, Mom?”
“...Not another word”, she turned to Dick. “Upstairs...NOW!”
“Somebody’s horn...” After seeing the look in her eyes, he decided not to finish that sentence. After they made it upstairs, Mac turned to Dick and narrowed her eyes.
“Explosives?”
“Firecrackers, that’s all they were. Harmless fun.”
“Dick, your brother blew up a bus and a plane with people on them”. Dick looked at her like she had gone mad.
“You’re right, my brother. NOT HARRISON! Harrison has nothing to do with my brother, Cassidy. I was going to be there with him.”
“That doesn’t make things any better.”, Mac added. “He’s more mature than you are.”
“Ha Ha Ha. I want him to have a normal life. Normal kids do this type of sh*t. I’m not going to let Harrison think that everyone is waiting for him to go apesh*t and kill someone!”
“I understand what you are saying, but that doesn’t make this right. He needs rules, Dick, not you as his best buddy and ally. You know what it was like to not have supervision at home when you were his age...is that what you want.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because he has you!”, he suddenly put his finger up to his lips.
Mac rolled her eyes and flipped her hair back and whispered, “So, I’m supposed to be the bad guy right?”
“Exactly.”, he whispered back.
“You had no intentions of giving him that stuff did you?”
“Are you out of your fucking mind? I had to go along with it to find out what he was up to. He was going to knock the LLY off of the Hollywood sign.”, he told her with a smile.
“Wait a minute...HO WOOD?”, she asked in confusion.
“I know.”, he replied with a laugh.
“This is the same kid that wants to go to MIT. What are we going to do about him?”
Dick smiled, “I go downstairs and tell him that it is a no go. Oh, and if any pranks happen, you are going to kick me out.”
She thought about it, “That will work. You are such a good spy, Dick.”
“I know and you are such a hot piece of ass.”, he replied before picking her up like she weighed nothing and slamming her into the wall to kiss her roughly.
Later that evening at the dinner table, Mac sat there and watched Dick and Harrison talking animatedly. They both have those sly Casablancas eyes and blonde hair. She knows that people that knew her before wonder why she would ever let Dick be a part of her son’s life. For her the answer is simple, a son should know his father.
Flashback***********
Mac was in the lobby of the Neptune Grand. The media had swarmed all over the place and that left her waiting on her parents and strangely enough, Dick Casablancas staring at her from across the lobby. She found herself standing and walking over to him.
“Hey, Dick.”
“Hey.”, he replied calmly.
“How are you...are you o..”
Dick smiled, “I’m still too buzzed to even think about them scrapping my brother off of the parking lot right now. You know they won’t let me leave? It will be too traumatic to see what’s happening outside so they got me a room on the other side of the hotel. This is all just a bad dream.”
“How can we both be having the same dream.”
“Hell if I know. Dreams aren’t supposed to make sense.”
“Yeah, I guess.”, she replied staring at the tile work on the floor.
“Did he...”
“No”, she quickly answered. “He just took my clothes and stuff.”
“That’s fucking weird.”
“I know.”
“You can stay with me, you know.”
“Huh?”
“If you don’t want to go home. I’m just going to get drunker. I think you need to get drunk too. You’re starting to think about everything. That doesn’t help. Thinking never helps.”
Mac considered what he said and then wondered why no one cared if she saw Cassidy getting scrapped off of the parking lot. She called her parents and told them that she would see them the following day because she didn’t want to see the scene outside. They told her that it was for the best because there was a lot of debris from the plane explosion in their neighborhood.
She followed him up to his room. He quickly turned on all of the lights and made sure that the drapes were closed. “Stocked liquor cabinet....check. Room service menu....check. Spectravision....nope HBO, but it will do.” He grabbed a small bottle of amaretto and tossed it to Mac. “Drink up, Ghost World.”
Three hours later they are sitting on the bed indian style across from each other. “Beaver was really screwed up.”
“Huh?”
“He could have tapped and he froze up?” Mac nodded. “I mean...damn! It’s like we couldn’t be related or something.”
“Why?”, she wondered
He gave her a knowing look. “Do you really have to ask that question?”
Mac shook her head, “I just thought that he was the one. He was like the first guy that ever really noticed me. I guess it was too perfect. He was too sweet and understanding...”
“And a fucking psycho?”
“Yeah and that too.”
“Hey, Mac...if I hear this again I will deny that I ever said it, but you are kinda cute in that Empire Records type of way.”
Mac blushed, “You think I’m cute?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Nothing.”
Dick slammed another beer. “I’ll have sex with you.”
Mac spit out her Bailey’s. “What did you just say?”
“You told me that already that you were ready to do the do with my little bro. That ain’t gonna happen now. I can help you with that.”
“A pity fuck?”
“Language?”
“You have got to be kidding? You are going do me the favor of...”
“Wait a minute! This isn’t charity or anything. I plan on enjoying myself too. Remember, I think you are cute.”
“I’m drunk and so are you.”
“Exactly. That gives us an excuse to do this. It will take our minds off of everything.”
Mac’s eyes started to close. “I would love that.” She soon felt Dick’s kisses along her neck. She heard the bottle fall to the floor as she was pushed back against the mattress below her.
“I promise, I will make it feel good.”
He kept his promise.