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Title: Birth of a Monster
Character: T-bag
Prompt: 01. Beginnings
Rating: PG
Warnings: People giving birth and underage drinking, oh noes!
Summary: The birth of T-bag.
Author's Notes: This was written because I am currently in love with the Bagwell family.
“I’m home!” Joe called out as he walked into the house.
He set the paper bag he was carrying down on the kitchen counter.
“And I brought dinner!” he called, “Mom?”
He wandered into the living room, but there was no one there. The t.v. was off, his mother’s usual spot empty.
“Susan?”
He heard a muffled sound coming from the bathroom and he gasped when he opened the door. Susan was leaning against the wall, her face deathly pale. She was staring down at her hands which were streaked with blood.
“Am I gonna die?” she asked, her hands shaking.
Joe noticed the small pool of blood beneath her. “Jesus Christ, where’s momma?” he asked.
“She’s out…” Susan winced. “…playing bingo. Joe, what’s…happening…to me?”
“I think you’re about to have that baby.”
Susan’s eyes went wide in fear. “No!” she yelled, “No, no, no, no…”
She slumped against the wall and Joe ran over to her, holding her up. “It’s okay,” he said, “It’s gonna be okay, just come and lie down.”
“No, I don’t want to do it,” she said frantically, tears streaming down her face, “No! Joe, I don’t want to. I’m not ready! I don’t wanna do it now. Please, Joe…”
She doubled over in pain, crying out in agony and Joe had to pick her up in his arms and carry her over to his momma’s bed. It was a good thing she was so skinny, even with the pregnant belly.
“Please make it stop,” she pleaded, “I don’t wanna do this.”
He smoothed back her hair from her forehead. “It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine. You just gotta be brave, remember? Remember how momma told you what you gotta do when the baby comes?”
“She said we’d be in a hospital, like the time I hurt my head,” Susan argued.
“Yeah, well I don’t think we have time to get to the hospital,” Joe replied, “But everything’s still the same. You just gotta do what momma told you to do, alright? You remember, dontcha?”
“Joe, I’m scared,” she said and she screamed as another contraction hit her, “It hurts! Please, you have to make it stop!”
She began to thrash around on the bed, crying hysterically, pleading with Joe to help her, but he had no idea what to do. He stood up and began frantically pacing back and forth, trying hard not to cry himself. He knew it would only make it worse. He had to be brave. For her. But all he wanted to do was have a drink.
That gave him an idea.
He raced into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He poured it into Susan’s favourite cup and brought it back to her.
“Drink this,” he said, holding the cup out.
Susan took a tiny sip, then spit it out. “Joe, it tastes awful! I don’t want any!”
“It’ll make you feel better, just please drink some.”
She took another sip and managed to swallow it.
“It hurts my throat,” she cried, coughing, “No more, no more.”
Joe pushed the cup back up to her lips. “Just a few more sips and your belly won’t hurt as much.”
She drank half of the cup, sputtering and coughing and crying all the while. It tasted horrible and it made her throat burn, but she would have done anything to make the pain stop.
Joe put the cup on the nightstand and watched her anxiously. “Are you pushing just like momma said?” he asked, slightly squeamish at the thought.
“Yeah,” Susan said, “But it still hurts. Is the baby born yet?”
Joe shook his head and she groaned in pain. “It’s not working!” she cried, “Why isn’t it working? Why isn’t the baby coming out?”
Joe tried to stop his hands from shaking. “Sometimes it takes some time, that’s what momma said.”
“I want it out! Now! Get it out of me!” Susan screamed.
“I-I can’t,” Joe said and now he was crying, “I don’t know what to do! Momma should be here, why the hell did she hafta go play bingo tonight!”
Susan cried out as another contraction hit and Joe knew he had to get help. He couldn’t do this alone.
He leaned down close to Susan and stroked her hair. “Susie, Susie listen to me,” he said and he could see she was having a hard time focusing on him, “I’m gonna go get help, alright? I’m gonna get someone who can help us.”
Susan was frantic as she grabbed his arm. “No! No, Joe, you can’t leave!”
“I’ll only be gone for a minute. I’ll only be gone for a moment and then when I get back you can deliver this baby and it’ll all be over, alright? It won’t hurt anymore.”
She began to cry as he wrenched himself free from her grasp. “Joe, please don’t go.”
“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.”
“Please don’t leave me,” she squeaked and she began to sob hysterically.
It was almost too much for him to take, hearing her call out for him as he left, but he knew that he had to get help. It was the only way she’d survive.
He rushed to the closest house, which belonged to Tim Hollison and his wife, Georgia. They were a nice young couple who often came over to visit his mom.
Joe pounded on the screen door with all his might, yelling for help.
“Jesus Christ boy, what are ya hollerin’ about?” Tim asked as he came around the side of the house.
“Susie’s havin’ her baby,” Joe sputtered, “And momma’s not home and there’s a lotta blood and I don’t know what to do! Please, you gotta help me!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll come,” Tim replied and he followed after Joe who was already heading down the road.
They could hear the screaming long before they reached the house.
“She must be pretty close,” Tim said and he and Joe ran inside.
Susan was a mess. She was delirious, she was in so much pain, Joe didn’t even know if she knew he was there. But she was still conscious at least. He saw Tim lift up her dress and he felt like he might pass out at any moment.
“Looks like this little baby is about ready to come out,” Tim said.
“Y-you ever done this before?” Joe asked.
“Twice, for both my kids. One time we was on our way back from Holtz when Georgia started goin’ into labour in the car. I delivered my baby girl on the side of the road. This one should be a piece of cake.”
Joe reached out to hold Susan’s hand as she scrunched up her face in agony.
“Now Susan listen to me,” Tim said, “On the count of three I want you to push as hard as you can, alright?”
“I can’t…” Susan whined, her voice small and shaky. She was exhausted.
“Sure you can, Susie,” Joe said, “You gotta be brave, remember? You can do this. You’re almost there.”
“It hurts too much…”
“Just one last push and then you can see your baby,” Joe said, “You wanna see your baby, don’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“Well then you gotta do this, alright? Just do like Tim says.”
“O-okay,” Susan said and she took a deep breath.
“One…two…three…”
Joe winced as she squeezed his hand almost hard enough to break it. And suddenly the room was filled with the shrill crying sound of a newborn baby. Joe looked over and saw Tim holding a tiny squirming little pink bundle in his arms.
“It’s a boy,” Tim said, beaming.
It looked like the ugliest thing Joe had ever seen. Tim held out the baby out to him and Joe recoiled in disgust. There was no way that thing had come from him. He hoped that Tim didn’t expect him to hold it. But his neighbour had other ideas as he brought the strange little creature over to Susan and placed him on her chest.
Susan, breathless, her face still streaked with tears, reached her arms out to hold the little infant. She smiled as she looked into its little eyes.
“That’s my baby,” she said softly, as though she couldn’t believe it, “He’s mine…”
“You have a name picked out for the little guy yet?” Tim asked and Joe just shrugged as he eyed the cup sitting on the bedside table.
He desperately wanted a drink.
“Theodore,” Susan said, stroking the little baby’s hair, “I’m gonna call him Theodore.”
Joe snorted, but Tim smiled at her. “Sounds like a great name,” he said.
“Yeah,” Susan said, not looking up from her baby, “He’s gonna be a great kid.”
Character: T-bag
Prompt: 01. Beginnings
Rating: PG
Warnings: People giving birth and underage drinking, oh noes!
Summary: The birth of T-bag.
Author's Notes: This was written because I am currently in love with the Bagwell family.
“I’m home!” Joe called out as he walked into the house.
He set the paper bag he was carrying down on the kitchen counter.
“And I brought dinner!” he called, “Mom?”
He wandered into the living room, but there was no one there. The t.v. was off, his mother’s usual spot empty.
“Susan?”
He heard a muffled sound coming from the bathroom and he gasped when he opened the door. Susan was leaning against the wall, her face deathly pale. She was staring down at her hands which were streaked with blood.
“Am I gonna die?” she asked, her hands shaking.
Joe noticed the small pool of blood beneath her. “Jesus Christ, where’s momma?” he asked.
“She’s out…” Susan winced. “…playing bingo. Joe, what’s…happening…to me?”
“I think you’re about to have that baby.”
Susan’s eyes went wide in fear. “No!” she yelled, “No, no, no, no…”
She slumped against the wall and Joe ran over to her, holding her up. “It’s okay,” he said, “It’s gonna be okay, just come and lie down.”
“No, I don’t want to do it,” she said frantically, tears streaming down her face, “No! Joe, I don’t want to. I’m not ready! I don’t wanna do it now. Please, Joe…”
She doubled over in pain, crying out in agony and Joe had to pick her up in his arms and carry her over to his momma’s bed. It was a good thing she was so skinny, even with the pregnant belly.
“Please make it stop,” she pleaded, “I don’t wanna do this.”
He smoothed back her hair from her forehead. “It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine. You just gotta be brave, remember? Remember how momma told you what you gotta do when the baby comes?”
“She said we’d be in a hospital, like the time I hurt my head,” Susan argued.
“Yeah, well I don’t think we have time to get to the hospital,” Joe replied, “But everything’s still the same. You just gotta do what momma told you to do, alright? You remember, dontcha?”
“Joe, I’m scared,” she said and she screamed as another contraction hit her, “It hurts! Please, you have to make it stop!”
She began to thrash around on the bed, crying hysterically, pleading with Joe to help her, but he had no idea what to do. He stood up and began frantically pacing back and forth, trying hard not to cry himself. He knew it would only make it worse. He had to be brave. For her. But all he wanted to do was have a drink.
That gave him an idea.
He raced into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He poured it into Susan’s favourite cup and brought it back to her.
“Drink this,” he said, holding the cup out.
Susan took a tiny sip, then spit it out. “Joe, it tastes awful! I don’t want any!”
“It’ll make you feel better, just please drink some.”
She took another sip and managed to swallow it.
“It hurts my throat,” she cried, coughing, “No more, no more.”
Joe pushed the cup back up to her lips. “Just a few more sips and your belly won’t hurt as much.”
She drank half of the cup, sputtering and coughing and crying all the while. It tasted horrible and it made her throat burn, but she would have done anything to make the pain stop.
Joe put the cup on the nightstand and watched her anxiously. “Are you pushing just like momma said?” he asked, slightly squeamish at the thought.
“Yeah,” Susan said, “But it still hurts. Is the baby born yet?”
Joe shook his head and she groaned in pain. “It’s not working!” she cried, “Why isn’t it working? Why isn’t the baby coming out?”
Joe tried to stop his hands from shaking. “Sometimes it takes some time, that’s what momma said.”
“I want it out! Now! Get it out of me!” Susan screamed.
“I-I can’t,” Joe said and now he was crying, “I don’t know what to do! Momma should be here, why the hell did she hafta go play bingo tonight!”
Susan cried out as another contraction hit and Joe knew he had to get help. He couldn’t do this alone.
He leaned down close to Susan and stroked her hair. “Susie, Susie listen to me,” he said and he could see she was having a hard time focusing on him, “I’m gonna go get help, alright? I’m gonna get someone who can help us.”
Susan was frantic as she grabbed his arm. “No! No, Joe, you can’t leave!”
“I’ll only be gone for a minute. I’ll only be gone for a moment and then when I get back you can deliver this baby and it’ll all be over, alright? It won’t hurt anymore.”
She began to cry as he wrenched himself free from her grasp. “Joe, please don’t go.”
“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.”
“Please don’t leave me,” she squeaked and she began to sob hysterically.
It was almost too much for him to take, hearing her call out for him as he left, but he knew that he had to get help. It was the only way she’d survive.
He rushed to the closest house, which belonged to Tim Hollison and his wife, Georgia. They were a nice young couple who often came over to visit his mom.
Joe pounded on the screen door with all his might, yelling for help.
“Jesus Christ boy, what are ya hollerin’ about?” Tim asked as he came around the side of the house.
“Susie’s havin’ her baby,” Joe sputtered, “And momma’s not home and there’s a lotta blood and I don’t know what to do! Please, you gotta help me!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll come,” Tim replied and he followed after Joe who was already heading down the road.
They could hear the screaming long before they reached the house.
“She must be pretty close,” Tim said and he and Joe ran inside.
Susan was a mess. She was delirious, she was in so much pain, Joe didn’t even know if she knew he was there. But she was still conscious at least. He saw Tim lift up her dress and he felt like he might pass out at any moment.
“Looks like this little baby is about ready to come out,” Tim said.
“Y-you ever done this before?” Joe asked.
“Twice, for both my kids. One time we was on our way back from Holtz when Georgia started goin’ into labour in the car. I delivered my baby girl on the side of the road. This one should be a piece of cake.”
Joe reached out to hold Susan’s hand as she scrunched up her face in agony.
“Now Susan listen to me,” Tim said, “On the count of three I want you to push as hard as you can, alright?”
“I can’t…” Susan whined, her voice small and shaky. She was exhausted.
“Sure you can, Susie,” Joe said, “You gotta be brave, remember? You can do this. You’re almost there.”
“It hurts too much…”
“Just one last push and then you can see your baby,” Joe said, “You wanna see your baby, don’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“Well then you gotta do this, alright? Just do like Tim says.”
“O-okay,” Susan said and she took a deep breath.
“One…two…three…”
Joe winced as she squeezed his hand almost hard enough to break it. And suddenly the room was filled with the shrill crying sound of a newborn baby. Joe looked over and saw Tim holding a tiny squirming little pink bundle in his arms.
“It’s a boy,” Tim said, beaming.
It looked like the ugliest thing Joe had ever seen. Tim held out the baby out to him and Joe recoiled in disgust. There was no way that thing had come from him. He hoped that Tim didn’t expect him to hold it. But his neighbour had other ideas as he brought the strange little creature over to Susan and placed him on her chest.
Susan, breathless, her face still streaked with tears, reached her arms out to hold the little infant. She smiled as she looked into its little eyes.
“That’s my baby,” she said softly, as though she couldn’t believe it, “He’s mine…”
“You have a name picked out for the little guy yet?” Tim asked and Joe just shrugged as he eyed the cup sitting on the bedside table.
He desperately wanted a drink.
“Theodore,” Susan said, stroking the little baby’s hair, “I’m gonna call him Theodore.”
Joe snorted, but Tim smiled at her. “Sounds like a great name,” he said.
“Yeah,” Susan said, not looking up from her baby, “He’s gonna be a great kid.”