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Title: Conversations
Pairing: Bellick, Mama Bellick
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: love
Helpful Author: peterstormarejr
Summary: Bellick and Mama talk about things.
Author's Note: I did have help finishing this bunny, and peterstormarejr is to thank for that. If it wasn't for her, this bunny'd be half finished and sadly ignored.
He was always there for her. Always had been, even as a child when she suffered through the loss of her husband and his father. Losing his father had changed something deep within him, began changing him into a man - aspirations of becoming the strong man in the household became his life. He had to protect her. Protect his sisters. Bradley grew up too fast, and he never noticed the sadness in his mother's eyes when she knew that this was happening.
He still looked up to his father, an ever eternal image on the fire-place mantle, staring with hard eyes full of justice and conviction. His father had been a soldier. A man fighting for the Right, extinguishing the Wrong. His father had been a proud man, a pillar of strength for his weaker mother to lean against in times of turmoil. Arms of comfort guiding her back from the darkness that had always enveloped her. When he was shot down, killed in the midst of his duties, Bradley had overcome his own grief, pulling himself up to become that strength. That pillar his mother needed.
He was 13 years old.
He was never top of his class, in any subjects except sports where he made minimal grades to stay on the football team. He was a big boy, strong enough to become quarterback of the school team. He came home with bruises and, in some serious cases, broken bones. But still he was strong, and his mother could see that. She could, with her aching and weary eyes, see her husband showing through her son, but watched as the boy she was trying to raise began to fade away.
When Bellick was in college, he decided he wanted to become a police officer, like his father. He took the tests that were necessary however he didn't pass high enough for the Police exam, placed into being a Correctional Officer - the same as being a policeman (almost), he was told. His mother watched as he shaped himself into something ice cold, and she wondered if she touched her son's hand if it would burn her fingertips by the fridgidity his countenance had taken on. He'd turned into a block of dry ice, but she let it pass, knowing that there was still some good left deep within his seemingly hardened heart. She was almost always, through the years, pleasantly surprised when he'd come around for dinner. He was there nearly every night, even brought lillies to the replace the ones that had surely died since the last time he'd been there.
When she broke her legs in a car accident, she was in tears when he offered to take her in. Her daughters, Elisha and Marie Beth - bless their hearts, couldn't accept her into their lives any more. Far too busy were her daughters to see their mother, growing older and lonelier by the years. She had, indeed, wept when Bradley offered his home to her - his space and life. He did not seem embarrassed at all at the thought of having her in his home, having her around for the rest of his life.
"Bradley...I'm not a bother, am i?" She'd asked one night, peeking up from her raunchy romance novel that he'd teased her about buying. She watched his shoulder's tense over the sink, as he washed dishes, and knew that he was scowling.
"No, Mama. You're not a bother. Please stop asking that." He replied tersely. He was agitated already, and his mother frowned.
"Did you have a bad day at work, Bradley?" She asked, watching him dry his hands off. She heard his sigh.
"There was a break out, in A Wing. That dumbass Geary left some of the most dangerous inmates we got out of their cells during a lock down. One of 'em was Teddy Bagwell." He sighed once more.
"Hmm...this Teddy man again. Well Bradley, if I wasn't so sure of your heterosexual tendencies," He winced, knowing she knew about the strip clubs, "I'd say you fancy him." He balked at her sudden grin.
"I...I do not -fancy- Teddy Bagwell, Mama! He's a convict, not to mention a perverted freak. He's sick in the head." He growled at her, scowling heavily. She was unphased.
"You just always talk about him. Teddy did this today, Teddy said this, Teddy smashed Geary's head into the floor and his brain's oozed onto the floor - or was that a day dream you told me about?" He sat himself at the kitchen table, watching her amused expression grow.
"The last one was almost a fantasy. With a beautiful ending." They shared a laugh. Bellick mused that their conversations did take a turn towards Bagwell quite often, his mother's rapt attention on him as he told her about the man - leaving out the goriest details. She knew he was a murderer and a racist, figuring he was in for life because of a lynching of some sort.
"Bradley, would you mind sharing an extra piece of pie with me?" She said, grinning demurely.
"But Mama, you shouldn't have even had that first piece, your blood pressure can't handle it." Bellick said, a small grimace contorting his features.
"Aww, Bradley, please?" She batted her eyelashes at him and pouted a bit, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly. "Just a little slice?"
Bellick rolled his eyes and sighed audibly. "Alright, Mama, but a VERY small piece." He went to the fridge and pulled the rhubarb pie out, cutting a slice only an inch thick. He slopped it onto the plate and placed a giant dallop of whipped cream by the crust. He pulled out two forks and buffed them on his shirtsleeve before serving it up. "Here you go, but only HALF of it, understand? Any more and you'll aggrivate your condition." They ate it and continued discussing Theodore nonchalantly, about his crimes and bellick let it slip he was a rapist. This had gottena shocked reaction, and she prodded for more details until Bellick mentioned one of the little girl's names, Elisha. She fell silent and made her way up to her room silently.
"Mama, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean--" But he was silenced by the abrupt shutting of her door in his face. He hung his head and went to lie sleeplessly in his. He'd never made his mother go silent like that, she hadn't even been silent when he nearly got expelled from school for smoking in the locker room before practice. He'd been devastated, but she'd been anything but silent. He had nearly gone deaf on the ride home.
The next few days had been almost unbearable. The cold that had iced over his facade was apparent in her shoulder. Not a word, not even a look in his direction. It was as if he was completely invisible. After a week, he couldn't take it anymore, he went into her room early, several minutes before she woke up. He positioned his chair right in front of the door, but close enough to be able to see the whites of her eyes when she awoke.
"Mama, I can't take this anymore. Talk to me. I know I upset you and for that I'm sorry."
"Bradley, you know how old that girl was when she was.....taken?"
"She was....thirteen."
"And her birthday?"
"The....twenty-third of August." He said flatly.
"Do you realize that she was exactly one month older than OUR Elisha? She lived four blocks away from where Elisha went to school....and he did this while he was on VACATION before his senior year!" She spat, tears now flowing freely from her eyes. "It could have just as easily been your sister he took, don't you realize that?!"
"I know Mama, I know. But I thank my stars EVERY DAY that he didn't. I can't bring their Elisha back, but I can be greatful for the fact that we still have ours." He encircled his mother in his strong arms, cradling her head in his shoulder as her tears moistened his shirt.
"Oh Bradley, I'm sorry." She wept, squeezing him closely. She never realized how much she still loved him, and right at that exact moment, when his lips met her head, it felt as though Bradley Senior were holding her, the arms felt the same, he even wore the same cologne as his father. As she wept, she held close to her baby boy, knowing in his heart he never had grown up from that sweet boy she remembered from his youth.
It was different from then on, Theodore Bagwell rarely made it into their conversation again, but when Bradley came home after a particularly bad day, an air of silence hung over the dinner table, though it was never discussed.
Pairing: Bellick, Mama Bellick
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: love
Helpful Author: peterstormarejr
Summary: Bellick and Mama talk about things.
Author's Note: I did have help finishing this bunny, and peterstormarejr is to thank for that. If it wasn't for her, this bunny'd be half finished and sadly ignored.
He was always there for her. Always had been, even as a child when she suffered through the loss of her husband and his father. Losing his father had changed something deep within him, began changing him into a man - aspirations of becoming the strong man in the household became his life. He had to protect her. Protect his sisters. Bradley grew up too fast, and he never noticed the sadness in his mother's eyes when she knew that this was happening.
He still looked up to his father, an ever eternal image on the fire-place mantle, staring with hard eyes full of justice and conviction. His father had been a soldier. A man fighting for the Right, extinguishing the Wrong. His father had been a proud man, a pillar of strength for his weaker mother to lean against in times of turmoil. Arms of comfort guiding her back from the darkness that had always enveloped her. When he was shot down, killed in the midst of his duties, Bradley had overcome his own grief, pulling himself up to become that strength. That pillar his mother needed.
He was 13 years old.
He was never top of his class, in any subjects except sports where he made minimal grades to stay on the football team. He was a big boy, strong enough to become quarterback of the school team. He came home with bruises and, in some serious cases, broken bones. But still he was strong, and his mother could see that. She could, with her aching and weary eyes, see her husband showing through her son, but watched as the boy she was trying to raise began to fade away.
When Bellick was in college, he decided he wanted to become a police officer, like his father. He took the tests that were necessary however he didn't pass high enough for the Police exam, placed into being a Correctional Officer - the same as being a policeman (almost), he was told. His mother watched as he shaped himself into something ice cold, and she wondered if she touched her son's hand if it would burn her fingertips by the fridgidity his countenance had taken on. He'd turned into a block of dry ice, but she let it pass, knowing that there was still some good left deep within his seemingly hardened heart. She was almost always, through the years, pleasantly surprised when he'd come around for dinner. He was there nearly every night, even brought lillies to the replace the ones that had surely died since the last time he'd been there.
When she broke her legs in a car accident, she was in tears when he offered to take her in. Her daughters, Elisha and Marie Beth - bless their hearts, couldn't accept her into their lives any more. Far too busy were her daughters to see their mother, growing older and lonelier by the years. She had, indeed, wept when Bradley offered his home to her - his space and life. He did not seem embarrassed at all at the thought of having her in his home, having her around for the rest of his life.
"Bradley...I'm not a bother, am i?" She'd asked one night, peeking up from her raunchy romance novel that he'd teased her about buying. She watched his shoulder's tense over the sink, as he washed dishes, and knew that he was scowling.
"No, Mama. You're not a bother. Please stop asking that." He replied tersely. He was agitated already, and his mother frowned.
"Did you have a bad day at work, Bradley?" She asked, watching him dry his hands off. She heard his sigh.
"There was a break out, in A Wing. That dumbass Geary left some of the most dangerous inmates we got out of their cells during a lock down. One of 'em was Teddy Bagwell." He sighed once more.
"Hmm...this Teddy man again. Well Bradley, if I wasn't so sure of your heterosexual tendencies," He winced, knowing she knew about the strip clubs, "I'd say you fancy him." He balked at her sudden grin.
"I...I do not -fancy- Teddy Bagwell, Mama! He's a convict, not to mention a perverted freak. He's sick in the head." He growled at her, scowling heavily. She was unphased.
"You just always talk about him. Teddy did this today, Teddy said this, Teddy smashed Geary's head into the floor and his brain's oozed onto the floor - or was that a day dream you told me about?" He sat himself at the kitchen table, watching her amused expression grow.
"The last one was almost a fantasy. With a beautiful ending." They shared a laugh. Bellick mused that their conversations did take a turn towards Bagwell quite often, his mother's rapt attention on him as he told her about the man - leaving out the goriest details. She knew he was a murderer and a racist, figuring he was in for life because of a lynching of some sort.
"Bradley, would you mind sharing an extra piece of pie with me?" She said, grinning demurely.
"But Mama, you shouldn't have even had that first piece, your blood pressure can't handle it." Bellick said, a small grimace contorting his features.
"Aww, Bradley, please?" She batted her eyelashes at him and pouted a bit, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly. "Just a little slice?"
Bellick rolled his eyes and sighed audibly. "Alright, Mama, but a VERY small piece." He went to the fridge and pulled the rhubarb pie out, cutting a slice only an inch thick. He slopped it onto the plate and placed a giant dallop of whipped cream by the crust. He pulled out two forks and buffed them on his shirtsleeve before serving it up. "Here you go, but only HALF of it, understand? Any more and you'll aggrivate your condition." They ate it and continued discussing Theodore nonchalantly, about his crimes and bellick let it slip he was a rapist. This had gottena shocked reaction, and she prodded for more details until Bellick mentioned one of the little girl's names, Elisha. She fell silent and made her way up to her room silently.
"Mama, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean--" But he was silenced by the abrupt shutting of her door in his face. He hung his head and went to lie sleeplessly in his. He'd never made his mother go silent like that, she hadn't even been silent when he nearly got expelled from school for smoking in the locker room before practice. He'd been devastated, but she'd been anything but silent. He had nearly gone deaf on the ride home.
The next few days had been almost unbearable. The cold that had iced over his facade was apparent in her shoulder. Not a word, not even a look in his direction. It was as if he was completely invisible. After a week, he couldn't take it anymore, he went into her room early, several minutes before she woke up. He positioned his chair right in front of the door, but close enough to be able to see the whites of her eyes when she awoke.
"Mama, I can't take this anymore. Talk to me. I know I upset you and for that I'm sorry."
"Bradley, you know how old that girl was when she was.....taken?"
"She was....thirteen."
"And her birthday?"
"The....twenty-third of August." He said flatly.
"Do you realize that she was exactly one month older than OUR Elisha? She lived four blocks away from where Elisha went to school....and he did this while he was on VACATION before his senior year!" She spat, tears now flowing freely from her eyes. "It could have just as easily been your sister he took, don't you realize that?!"
"I know Mama, I know. But I thank my stars EVERY DAY that he didn't. I can't bring their Elisha back, but I can be greatful for the fact that we still have ours." He encircled his mother in his strong arms, cradling her head in his shoulder as her tears moistened his shirt.
"Oh Bradley, I'm sorry." She wept, squeezing him closely. She never realized how much she still loved him, and right at that exact moment, when his lips met her head, it felt as though Bradley Senior were holding her, the arms felt the same, he even wore the same cologne as his father. As she wept, she held close to her baby boy, knowing in his heart he never had grown up from that sweet boy she remembered from his youth.
It was different from then on, Theodore Bagwell rarely made it into their conversation again, but when Bradley came home after a particularly bad day, an air of silence hung over the dinner table, though it was never discussed.