Mocha 24
Author: Casey
Story: Shifts Very end of Shifts proper (See also Marina’s prompts for more from this ‘verse)
Challenge: Mocha 24 (take it or leave it)
Toppings & Extras: Sprinkles, Hot Fudge
Word Count: 482
Rating: G
Summary: Abraham and Isabelle both miss their friendship from younger days, but so much has happened.
Notes: After enjoying what Marina’s done with their relationship (they were both originally my characters to write), I had to write an after-the-end type piece with them. Hope I did them justice :)
The discussions were winding down when Abraham spotted Isabelle excuse herself from a conversation with Michael and Eleazar. He wished to speak to her, but didn’t feel comfortable extracting himself from what was a surprisingly nice conversation with Drew and his elder daughter.
However, Drew once again showed his perceptive he could be. “I should go talk to Joy,” he said, pushing away from the table to stand. “Do you mind if I steal Lynne?” he asked.
“Not at all,” Abraham said, standing too. He nodded to them, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were and headed towards the buffet table where Isabelle was standing alone for the moment.
**
Isabelle heard someone approaching and was not particularly surprised to see that it was Abraham.
“Hello,” he said stiffly, stopping a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back.
She stared at him for a moment before turning back to place more food on her plate. “Don’t give me that, Abraham,” she said flatly, trying not to glare at the food. “You chose where you lay. You couldn’t have expected me not to fall on the other side, even regardless of Rand.”
When he didn’t respond, she finally glanced back, having already added more fruit to her plate then she wanted. He was obviously waiting for that, but with less tension, hands now hooked in his pockets, and she suddenly saw the child and teenager she had once known so well. HE looked her straight in the eye, something, she abruptly realized, he hadn’t done since he had taken over Wellingstone, Inc. “I know and I’m sorry.”
She stared at him. “You sure as hell better be. We were a team once.”
“I do,” he said softly, “and I know I’m the one who ruined that. I just...wanted to let you know that. That I’m sorry. About all of this.”
“I’m not going to say I forgive you, because I can’t, not at this point, but I do understand that you finally mean it.”
For a moment, the two eyed each other and Isabelle was very aware that his answer could go either way.
“As it should be,” Abraham said.
**
He wished it could be different, but knew that Isabelle was right - at this point, their relationship could be no different and it was his fault. He had cost her so much, even before he factored in the fact she and Michael had given away their son because of him. Chances were high they would never be the same but...
“Will...can we try?” he asked.
She was still holding a plate piled high with fruit and she was watching him uncertainly. He could almost see her thoughts, heavily suspecting what her answer would be.
Therefore, he was surprised when she nodded and offered him her plate, plucking a slice of apple off it at the same time. “I’d like that.”
Story: Shifts Very end of Shifts proper (See also Marina’s prompts for more from this ‘verse)
Challenge: Mocha 24 (take it or leave it)
Toppings & Extras: Sprinkles, Hot Fudge
Word Count: 482
Rating: G
Summary: Abraham and Isabelle both miss their friendship from younger days, but so much has happened.
Notes: After enjoying what Marina’s done with their relationship (they were both originally my characters to write), I had to write an after-the-end type piece with them. Hope I did them justice :)
The discussions were winding down when Abraham spotted Isabelle excuse herself from a conversation with Michael and Eleazar. He wished to speak to her, but didn’t feel comfortable extracting himself from what was a surprisingly nice conversation with Drew and his elder daughter.
However, Drew once again showed his perceptive he could be. “I should go talk to Joy,” he said, pushing away from the table to stand. “Do you mind if I steal Lynne?” he asked.
“Not at all,” Abraham said, standing too. He nodded to them, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were and headed towards the buffet table where Isabelle was standing alone for the moment.
**
Isabelle heard someone approaching and was not particularly surprised to see that it was Abraham.
“Hello,” he said stiffly, stopping a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back.
She stared at him for a moment before turning back to place more food on her plate. “Don’t give me that, Abraham,” she said flatly, trying not to glare at the food. “You chose where you lay. You couldn’t have expected me not to fall on the other side, even regardless of Rand.”
When he didn’t respond, she finally glanced back, having already added more fruit to her plate then she wanted. He was obviously waiting for that, but with less tension, hands now hooked in his pockets, and she suddenly saw the child and teenager she had once known so well. HE looked her straight in the eye, something, she abruptly realized, he hadn’t done since he had taken over Wellingstone, Inc. “I know and I’m sorry.”
She stared at him. “You sure as hell better be. We were a team once.”
“I do,” he said softly, “and I know I’m the one who ruined that. I just...wanted to let you know that. That I’m sorry. About all of this.”
“I’m not going to say I forgive you, because I can’t, not at this point, but I do understand that you finally mean it.”
For a moment, the two eyed each other and Isabelle was very aware that his answer could go either way.
“As it should be,” Abraham said.
**
He wished it could be different, but knew that Isabelle was right - at this point, their relationship could be no different and it was his fault. He had cost her so much, even before he factored in the fact she and Michael had given away their son because of him. Chances were high they would never be the same but...
“Will...can we try?” he asked.
She was still holding a plate piled high with fruit and she was watching him uncertainly. He could almost see her thoughts, heavily suspecting what her answer would be.
Therefore, he was surprised when she nodded and offered him her plate, plucking a slice of apple off it at the same time. “I’d like that.”