04.1966: reunion {eddie & sally}

Apr 10, 2009 20:34

The sky is black when I step outside, and the air is crisp and cool.  Unusual for the city really.  I'd expected a bit more humidity.  It's April, but it's still far to cold to be out at night in the get up I'm in, but I'm a big girl.  If I can handle being a masked avenger then I can certainly handle a cold snap.  I refuse to shiver ( Read more... )

1966, sally, eddie, mom

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finalpunchline April 11 2009, 06:06:09 UTC
I’m leaning against a tree like a fucking story book detective, waiting for my lead to come out. Or a pedophile. I’m sure to the rest of the ‘crimebusters’ that’s what it’ll look like. Not that their opinion’s ever worried me. Nelly at least has enough skeletons in his closet that even if I was waiting out here to snatch the second Spectre away he wouldn’t be able to do anything. Not with what I could tell the papers. And he wanted to lead the new generation of ‘heroes.’ What a fucking joke.

It takes less time then I expected. Guess my routine couldn’t be topped. She’s stalking out, walking right past me without so much as a glance. Christ, didn’t Sally teach this kid? Same as her mother. Too fucking trusting. Looks like the opening line’s on me.

“Laurie? Laurie Jane, is that right?” I call out, as if I didn’t fucking know. As if she was just another wannabe mask happening to come out.

“So you’re Sally’s Kid?”

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missjuspeczyk April 12 2009, 04:06:34 UTC
From my right there is a voice calling my name, and I almost jump, admittedly caught off guard. I gulp, turning slowly on my heel, gazing hard over my shoulder. The plume of smoke from beneath the tree gives him away. The Comedian.

I smile then, feeling a strange sense of ease come over me. It's just the Comedian. He's a good guy, one of the original Minutemen. He fought along side Mom, and Uncle Hollis, and the rest of them. He's on my side. I'm safe with him. It's not like he's some backroom rapist or something. I'm still smiling as he strides from his position under the tree to meet me at the gate.

"Uh yeah. Yeah." I answer, absently tucking my hair behind my ears, "You're the Comedian. I caught your act in there. You were pretty cool."

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finalpunchline April 12 2009, 04:27:09 UTC
I’m standing closer to Laurie than I have since I was at the retirement party and Sally was pregnant with her. I don’t know what to think. Never had to do this kind of thing before. Dealing with kids who don’t know their yours never comes up in combat. Running from chicks you knocked up, sure, but never what to do around the ones you wanted.

I settle for my normal pretty girl routine, with modification. I make damn sure I’m only looking at her face. They can say what they will about me, I’m not an animal.

“Well, you don’t look like you grew up too bad yourself. Here…lemme take a look…Heh. Yeah. There’s her eyes…even got that funny little mole…you ain’t got her hair,” No the hair was mine. Same shade. Exact. My throat feel strange, and I can’t think of why. “But otherwise, you’re like her. You’re a looker.”

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missjuspeczyk April 12 2009, 07:20:00 UTC
He's holding my chin now, studying my face with intense dark eyes. Those eyes. There is something a little bit familiar in them, and something a little bit frightening. The texture of his leather glove is strange on my face, and I feel my face growing hot under his gaze. I shift my weight and laugh nervously, "Well, uh, thank you."

It's another few seconds before his hand falls from my face. His eyes linger though.

The heavy scent of his cigar hits my nostrils, and I smile again, rifling through my purse. "Uh, say, I need a cigarette, but I don't have a light. Do you...?"

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sallyspectre April 14 2009, 04:28:15 UTC
What hurts the most, more than anything Eddie Blake could ever do, is the sight of my daughter crying - crying because of me. There’s so much more that I can’t tell her, not now, and maybe not ever. She would never understand… but even so, does it matter? The truth would only make things worse.

“Oh, Laurie,” I whisper, hugging her tightly against me. Fresh tears well in my eyes and spill over, staining my cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to tell you… I’m sorry. Seeing him there… talking to you… I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

I babble on some more, my words mingled with strangled sobs, and I know I don’t make any sense. Then, I trail off into silence, our muffled sobs the only sound in the car. I stroke Laurie’s hair softly, a wave of affection washing over me. I’ll never let anyone, not Eddie or anyone else, ever hurt my daughter. She will never go through what I did ( ... )

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missjuspeczyk April 14 2009, 10:30:40 UTC
How could anyone hurt someone so strong, someone so vital? How could she have lived through this for so long, afraid and alone? And how dare that animal masquerade around like a hero, when he knows what he did to my mother! He's a criminal...no, he's worse than that. A predator, a deviant, a fucking monster!

Why hadn't someone put him down, in the ground, like the mangy dog that he is?!

Mom can't speak anymore, her voice crackled and broken. Her body is shaking with every sob and every gasp for air. She seems so fragile...breakable. It's scares me ( ... )

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sallyspectre April 14 2009, 23:14:13 UTC
Finally, finally, Laurie is beginning to understand. After years of resistance, fights, and a shaky relationship, everything is out in the open. Not everything, a voice reminds me, but I ignore it. It's for the best. It was all for the best.

"You could never let me down, sweetie," I whisper, leaning my head against hers. "You will be strong, and brilliant - more than I was. So much more."

I want to stay like this forever, but soon my tears dry up. I can still feel the wetness on my cheeks, but I feel raw and empty - I simply can't cry anymore. I take a deep breath and let it out shakily, trying to pull myself together. I sit up, looking down at Laurie. "You make me strong," I say quietly, smiling. It's true - I have to be strong for her. I can afford moments of weakness, but I can't stay weak. I have to keep going... for Laurie.

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