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Dharma's Divination 2: The Girls of Summerland (Gideon's childhood in the 60s)
Working on a Dharma & Greg Hotch/Dharma xover AU for the kink meme, trying to do a casefile fic, IS STUCK. I thought y'all might appreciate the Gideon bit though, maybe?:
victimology, or, The Girls of Summerland
When Jason Gideon was a very young boy, he spent his summer running around in the woods with the neighbourhood girls. A neglected campfire that raged for days before he was born had created a region of younger and thinner woods in the middle of an old growth forest. Crossing from deep shadows into bright but gentled light was a magical feeling. The girls would pretend to be fairies with flowery wreaths in their hair, the willow branches collected from the riverside before their trip into the woods, the flowers picked from the shade dwellers that lines the forest floor: butterfly violets, grape hyacinths, red crowned columbines, buttercups, and magenta-veined white sorrels.
Their parents loosed the girls into The Wilds to roam free, so long as they brought The Nice Boy along to keep them safe, and Jason was more then happy to walk them into fairyland, where he would spend the day watching warblers-chickadees-vireos-and-wrens until one of the girls dragged him back with them for supper, by hand-arm-or-shoulder as he kept looking back with his binoculars.
If it was one of them, he would have known, but the time period was right. In the first picture, beneath the crossed bones of the forearms, the shape of the victim's shirt was still recognizably that of a peasant blouse. Wrapped in burlap, tucked into the crevice of an Arizona cliff, the gravesite had been so shielded from the elements that he could discern some of the the gray dessicated flowers in her hair as Irises.
The body was that of a post-pubescent female, and if it was one of them, he would know. But the Summerland of his memory surfaced quiet and empty, and in the completely skeletal face of the first victim he could name every single missing girl.
AN: Did they ever say where Gideon came from? imma just going to use Mandy Patinkin's Illinois state, and crossing my fingers that Northern US have similar woodlands as Southern Canada la la la la.
victimology, or, The Girls of Summerland
When Jason Gideon was a very young boy, he spent his summer running around in the woods with the neighbourhood girls. A neglected campfire that raged for days before he was born had created a region of younger and thinner woods in the middle of an old growth forest. Crossing from deep shadows into bright but gentled light was a magical feeling. The girls would pretend to be fairies with flowery wreaths in their hair, the willow branches collected from the riverside before their trip into the woods, the flowers picked from the shade dwellers that lines the forest floor: butterfly violets, grape hyacinths, red crowned columbines, buttercups, and magenta-veined white sorrels.
Their parents loosed the girls into The Wilds to roam free, so long as they brought The Nice Boy along to keep them safe, and Jason was more then happy to walk them into fairyland, where he would spend the day watching warblers-chickadees-vireos-and-wrens until one of the girls dragged him back with them for supper, by hand-arm-or-shoulder as he kept looking back with his binoculars.
If it was one of them, he would have known, but the time period was right. In the first picture, beneath the crossed bones of the forearms, the shape of the victim's shirt was still recognizably that of a peasant blouse. Wrapped in burlap, tucked into the crevice of an Arizona cliff, the gravesite had been so shielded from the elements that he could discern some of the the gray dessicated flowers in her hair as Irises.
The body was that of a post-pubescent female, and if it was one of them, he would know. But the Summerland of his memory surfaced quiet and empty, and in the completely skeletal face of the first victim he could name every single missing girl.
AN: Did they ever say where Gideon came from? imma just going to use Mandy Patinkin's Illinois state, and crossing my fingers that Northern US have similar woodlands as Southern Canada la la la la.