Lying on Your Breath (PG-13)
Title: Lying on Your Breath
Author:Kijikun
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Buddy/Violet, Bob Parr
A/N: Writing during a case of insomnia.
Summary: Her father never trusted him. Hate and obsession can do things to a man.
There was fire there was death
There was lying on your breath
I turned away I would pretend
But the burning never ends
Buddy loved her. She loved him. He'd changed. She'd forgiven him. She trusted him.
Her father never trusted him. Violet knew that. She knew part of her father would never forgive Buddy for what he'd done.
She thought he'd accepted her choice.
She thought he trusted her enough to believe her when she said he wasn't the same man.
She really had believed him. He'd walked her down the aisle on her wedding day. He'd held her and Buddy's small son after he'd been born, then their daughter.
There had been Christmases and birthday parties.
Her father had seen how much she loved him, how much her son, then her daughter loved him. He'd seen Buddy uses his incredible mind to save lives. They'd fought together, on the same side.
Worst was that Buddy had trusted him.
It had been a call she hadn't gone with Buddy on, they tried not to go on the same missions, the same calls for help, not with the kids to think about. A fire caused by some villain downtown, she couldn't even remember the villains name. Just that had hours passed and Buddy still hadn't come home.
She'd heard nothing to reassure, just that one of the buildings had come down.
Then her father was there. Smelling of smoke, ash and rubble in his hair and on his uniform. "Vi, honey, I don't know how to tell you this," he said. "There was an accident."
And she knew.
She heard him talking about how fast the building had come down, that Buddy had died saving lives, and how sorry he was he wasn't able to save him for her.
And she knew.
She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't believe it. He was her father. He wouldn't…Buddy was her husband, the father of her two small children.
But she knew.
She pretended. For her children. For her brothers. For her mother.
The months dragged into a year.
A year dragged into two.
She took her five-year-old son and three-year-old daughter to visit their grandparents. She tried to find away to tell her mother.
She tried not to see how her father looked at Peter, with his red hair and blue eyes - so much his father's son. Clever, hyper, and inquisitive. He wanted to know how everything worked. He was always taking apart his toys and putting them back together.
Her father talked about taking Peter out camping with him and Jack.
And she knew.
"No," she felt as if she hadn't spoken in years.
"Vi, he'll be perfectly safe with your father," her mother said with a smile. "You know that."
"As safe as my husband was?" she whispered, her voice cracking.
There was nothing but guilt on her father's face.
Now they knew too.
There was a wave over the house
There was fear choked in my mouth
You were there you left your mark
As I stumbled in the dark
Author:Kijikun
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Buddy/Violet, Bob Parr
A/N: Writing during a case of insomnia.
Summary: Her father never trusted him. Hate and obsession can do things to a man.
There was fire there was death
There was lying on your breath
I turned away I would pretend
But the burning never ends
Buddy loved her. She loved him. He'd changed. She'd forgiven him. She trusted him.
Her father never trusted him. Violet knew that. She knew part of her father would never forgive Buddy for what he'd done.
She thought he'd accepted her choice.
She thought he trusted her enough to believe her when she said he wasn't the same man.
She really had believed him. He'd walked her down the aisle on her wedding day. He'd held her and Buddy's small son after he'd been born, then their daughter.
There had been Christmases and birthday parties.
Her father had seen how much she loved him, how much her son, then her daughter loved him. He'd seen Buddy uses his incredible mind to save lives. They'd fought together, on the same side.
Worst was that Buddy had trusted him.
It had been a call she hadn't gone with Buddy on, they tried not to go on the same missions, the same calls for help, not with the kids to think about. A fire caused by some villain downtown, she couldn't even remember the villains name. Just that had hours passed and Buddy still hadn't come home.
She'd heard nothing to reassure, just that one of the buildings had come down.
Then her father was there. Smelling of smoke, ash and rubble in his hair and on his uniform. "Vi, honey, I don't know how to tell you this," he said. "There was an accident."
And she knew.
She heard him talking about how fast the building had come down, that Buddy had died saving lives, and how sorry he was he wasn't able to save him for her.
And she knew.
She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't believe it. He was her father. He wouldn't…Buddy was her husband, the father of her two small children.
But she knew.
She pretended. For her children. For her brothers. For her mother.
The months dragged into a year.
A year dragged into two.
She took her five-year-old son and three-year-old daughter to visit their grandparents. She tried to find away to tell her mother.
She tried not to see how her father looked at Peter, with his red hair and blue eyes - so much his father's son. Clever, hyper, and inquisitive. He wanted to know how everything worked. He was always taking apart his toys and putting them back together.
Her father talked about taking Peter out camping with him and Jack.
And she knew.
"No," she felt as if she hadn't spoken in years.
"Vi, he'll be perfectly safe with your father," her mother said with a smile. "You know that."
"As safe as my husband was?" she whispered, her voice cracking.
There was nothing but guilt on her father's face.
Now they knew too.
There was a wave over the house
There was fear choked in my mouth
You were there you left your mark
As I stumbled in the dark