Third Watch/Halloween Sequel: Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (1/?)
Title: Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (1/7?)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection. Also, since this is a sequel to a story I wrote a year ago, there are spoilers for that one and it's titled, "Blood Ties."
Summary: Evil has returned to Manhattan.
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story, Crossover
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: I know I'm in the middle of writing a gazillion other fics right now, but this one has been bugging me for the past two months and I finally gave in. I hope to have it completed by Halloween, but I'm not making any promises ;) .
Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (Part One)
New York City
October 30th, 2005--9:16 a.m.
"Don't say no. Please." Laurie's voice was quiet but urgent as she gazed across the kitchen table at Doc.
He stared back at her silently, not sure he'd even heard her correctly.
"It's one night, Monte."
"Yeah, the worst night of the year for you," he said, shaking his head. "And you want me to leave town?"
"Yes," she whispered, hands cradling her coffee mug.
"But I can't just up and leave."
"Yes. Yes, you can." There was a hint of frustration bordering on desperation in her voice. "You have to."
"Laurie--"
"Dammit, Monte!" She set her mug down and some of the hot liquid splashed onto the surface of the table. She ignored it, leaned toward him. "It is too dangerous for you to be here right now. To be anywhere around me. I can't watch you get hurt. Or worse." Her voice dropped off to a whisper.
"I know you're scared. But I'm gonna be just fine," Doc said quietly.
"You don't know that!"
He gazed at her. He could see that her hands were trembling. He reached out and covered them with his own. "I'll leave town if you come with me."
She stared at him for a moment. "I can't," she whispered, defeat in her tone. "I can't leave my sister here to deal with our brother on her own. It wouldn't be right."
"And I understand that. So we'll both stay here in Manhattan and get through this together."
"You shouldn't have to deal with this. It isn't your problem."
"You're the woman I love. Your problems -are- my problems," he said seriously.
Laurie closed her eyes. "Monte..."
"I'm not leaving. That's my decision to make and I'm staying here with you." Doc gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "Now, would you like some more coffee?"
She stared down at the spilled liquid on the table without answering. Knowing that Michael was outside their apartment, lurking somewhere.
Waiting.
* * *
Bosco leaned against the counter, watching Faith as she moved around the kitchen making breakfast. She hated to cook and rarely did it unless she was nervous about something. He understood her anxiety, shared it as though it were his own. Maybe it was. He felt it gnawing at his stomach even as he watched her break eggs into the skillet on top of the stove.
"Maybe you should take tomorrow and go visit Emily." His voice was calm, casual for the most part, but under-ridden by a current of barely contained emotion. He was afraid. For her.
Faith paused for a moment, then turned to look at him. "I have to work."
"Take the day off."
She turned back to the eggs, stirring them with a wooden spoon. She'd forgotten to add milk, but he didn't mention it. "I can't."
"Why not? Midterms are over now and I'm sure she'd love to see you."
She was silent for a moment. "You know why I can't."
"But that's why you should." He moved so he was standing right beside her.
"Bosco."
"It's one night, Faith. Go. Get away from all this craziness and be safe."
She turned to him, her eyes soft. "I know you're afraid for me." Her voice was very quiet.
"Yeah. You're right, I am." He held her gaze.
They were both silent for a long moment.
Faith gave him a faint, sad smile, then reached out and touched his face. "I can't leave."
"Why not?" he asked, shaking his head in frustration.
"Because the minute I let Michael Myers make me run from my home, my life is over."
"It's not like you wouldn't come back, Faith. You can come back November 1st. What's one night?"
"Look at my sister," she said quietly. "Look at Laurie's life. She's spent the last 27 years hidin' from him. She faked her own death--twice. Left everyone she loved behind and he -still- found her. Even if I run, who's to say he won't find me? I can't take the chance of puttin' my daughter in danger because of my own fear."
Bosco stared at her silently for a moment, knowing nothing he could say would talk her out of something when she'd already made up her mind. "You think he'd go after Em?" His voice was much softer.
There was no hesitation before she answered. "Yes. If she was anywhere near me, or Laurie. She's safe in Oakdale. As long as I'm nowhere near her and she's nowhere near the city, she'll be fine." Faith's voice was soft and she stared out the kitchen window. "And that's all that matters."
* * *
Dowling College
Oakdale, New York
October 30, 2005--1:15 p.m.
"Come on. It's gonna be a blast," Lana Herbert urged, gazing imploringly at her friend.
"I just...don't think it's a good idea," Emily Yokas answered, avoiding Lana's gaze.
"There's gonna be a ton of cute guys."
"Lana."
"Seriously. When's the last time you had fun? You've been couped up in this room for weeks. You're always doing homework or studying."
"I have to keep my grades up if I wanna keep my scholarship," Emily protested.
"And that's fine. You can come back to your dull and boring existence after the party tomorrow." Lana flashed her a smile, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder.
Emily sighed and looked out the window. "I don't know."
"Come on. We're all going." She paused for dramatic effect. "Even Jordan."
She turned her head to look at Lana, her eyes widening slightly. "Jordan's going?"
"Mm-hmm." Lana grinned again, waggling her eyebrows as she sat on Emily's bottom bunk. "Come on. You're always talking about how much you miss the city. Wouldn't you just love to go back and spend the whole night with Jordan and your bestest friends in the whole world in Manhattan?"
Emily's lips quirked into a smile. "You are -such- a manipulator."
"Thank you." She did a half-bow and nearly fell off the edge of the bed. "Does that mean you'll go?"
Emily hesitated a second, tilting her head to the side. "Yeah, okay. I'll go."
"Yes!" Lana's eyes lit up with excitement. "We're leaving right after dinner tomorrow. So that leaves you all day to study."
Emily shook her head, then turned to look out the window.
"We are gonna have a blast. I just love Halloween."
She managed a faint smile, but it was forced. She watched as the wind blew a scattering of dead leaves past her window. Everything will be fine, she told herself. But the knot of anxiety in herh stomach didn't agree with her mind.
* * *
Martha's Cafe
New York City
October 30, 2005--2:23 p.m.
"You okay?" Faith's voice was soft as she gazed across the table at her sister as they sat in a booth drinking coffee.
Laurie blinked a few times and tore her gaze away from the window they were seated by. "Yeah. I was just thinking."
"About?"
"John."
Faith drew in a breath and released it slowly. "You thought about tryin' to find him?"
"No," Laurie answered immediately. "It's safer for him if he's as far away from me as possible."
She was silent for a moment. "He doesn't even know that you're still alive, Laurie."
"It's better that way."
"I'm not sure he would agree."
Laurie gazed at her. "Michael almost killed him once. I'm not willing to put him through that again. He deserves to have a normal life."
"364 days a year he would have."
"It's the 365th day that I'm afraid of. I don't want him to have the scars that I have. The fear."
"You think he doesn't anyway?" Faith asked quietly.
There was a moment of silence.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do, Faith. I really do."
"Well, it's not totally unselfish. I mean, I have a nephew out there whom I've never met. He doesn't even know I exist."
"That's one of the things I regret the most," Laurie said softly.
"I know." She reached out and gave her sister's hand a gentle squeeze. "Maybe someday."
"Yeah. Maybe," Laurie echoed, turning to look out the window once more. "I just hope he's safe, wherever he is."
* * *
"So how's Faith doing?"
Bosco was leaning against the back of 55-David, and looked up to see Doc standing a few feet away. He squinted against the sun and was silent for a moment. "She's havin' nightmares."
"Yeah. Yeah, so's Laurie." Doc paused. "You really think he's still alive?"
"Yeah. I do," Bosco answered without hesitation.
"Laurie tried to talk me into leaving town."
"That's funny. I tried to talk Faith into the same thing."
They were both silent for a moment.
"You think he's coming after them tomorrow?" Doc asked quietly.
Bosco met his eyes and when he spoke again, his voice was low and full of seriousness. "This son of a bitch comes near Faith again, and I'll kill him myself."
* * *
Main Street, New York City
October 30, 2005--7:02 p.m.
Kim's fingers were tightly clutching the steering wheel of Boyd 55-3. A knock on the driver's side window startled her so badly, a small shriek escaped her lips. She turned her head and saw Alex Taylor.
Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she rolled down the window. "Hey."
"Hey," Alex said back, a somewhat hesitant tone to her voice.
Kim gazed at her, recognizing and understanding the anxiety reflected in the blond firefighter's eyes. "How's it goin'?"
She gave a half-shrug. "We're on lunch across the street. Saw you out here, thought I'd say hi." She paused. "Carlos in the can?"
"Isn't he always? I swear we need a port-o-potty in the back of the bus."
Alex smirked.
"How are you doing?" Her voice was soft.
"I'm okay." There was no hesitation before Alex spoke.
"Look, Alex, I know that you must be having a hard time, considering what tomorrow is," she began.
"Why's that?" Her words were a challenge, daring Kim to continue.
"It's okay to be scared," she whispered. "Because God knows I am."
There was a moment of silence between them.
"Okay. Okay, you're right. I am scared." Alex looked away.
"Maybe you should take tomorrow off."
"And do what? Spend it locked in the apartment alone with a gun?"
"You have a gun?"
"I live with a police officer. What do you think?" Her voice was a little harsher than she'd intended. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."
"I know."
"Besides, it's not like a gun would stop him anyway." She drew in a breath. "I guess I'd just feel safer ridin' with the company."
"Safety in numbers," Kim murmured.
"Maybe -you- should think about takin' the day off," Alex advised.
She managed a forced smile. "Can't leave Doc short-handed. Halloween's always a bad night."
"Yeah," Alex muttered. "In more ways than one."
* * *
Yokas' Apartment
New York City
October 30, 2005--8:15 p.m.
"What are -you- doin' here?" Fred asked as he opened the door. His eyes were narrowed as he stared at his ex-wife and her partner.
"I need to talk to you. It's important."
Eyeing them warily, he stepped aside and let them in.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Faith turned to him. "I want you to take Charlie and leave town," she said bluntly.
Fred looked from Faith to Bosco, then back again. "Excuse me?"
"You know what tomorrow is, Fred," she said, her voice soft.
"Yeah, it's Sunday." There was more than a hint of sarcasm to his tone.
"Don't be a smart ass," Bosco said sharply, his eyes cold.
"So what? I'm supposed to leave town every Halloween because of your fucked-up family? Is that it, Faith?" Fred asked, glaring at her.
She looked away.
"You're a real son of a bitch, you know that? She's tryin' to protect you and her son!"
"Yeah, from her psycho of a brother!"
Bosco took a step forward, rage in his eyes. "That's not her fault!"
There was a moment of tense silence.
"Fine. We'll leave town," Fred said harshly.
"Thank you," Faith said quietly. Without another word, she turned and opened the door, stepping out of Fred's apartment.
Bosco glared at him for another moment, barely able to resist the growing urge he had to punch the other man in the face. He turned abruptly and followed Faith outside. They walked together silently out of the apartment building. He glanced over at her. "You okay?" His voice was quiet.
Faith was silent for a moment. "He's a jerk. That's why we got divorced in the first place. But yeah. I'm all right." She turned and gave him a faint smile. "And I'l be all right because now I know both of my kids will be safe tomorrow. Everything's gonna be just fine."
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection. Also, since this is a sequel to a story I wrote a year ago, there are spoilers for that one and it's titled, "Blood Ties."
Summary: Evil has returned to Manhattan.
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story, Crossover
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: I know I'm in the middle of writing a gazillion other fics right now, but this one has been bugging me for the past two months and I finally gave in. I hope to have it completed by Halloween, but I'm not making any promises ;) .
Blood Ties II: Evil Never Dies (Part One)
New York City
October 30th, 2005--9:16 a.m.
"Don't say no. Please." Laurie's voice was quiet but urgent as she gazed across the kitchen table at Doc.
He stared back at her silently, not sure he'd even heard her correctly.
"It's one night, Monte."
"Yeah, the worst night of the year for you," he said, shaking his head. "And you want me to leave town?"
"Yes," she whispered, hands cradling her coffee mug.
"But I can't just up and leave."
"Yes. Yes, you can." There was a hint of frustration bordering on desperation in her voice. "You have to."
"Laurie--"
"Dammit, Monte!" She set her mug down and some of the hot liquid splashed onto the surface of the table. She ignored it, leaned toward him. "It is too dangerous for you to be here right now. To be anywhere around me. I can't watch you get hurt. Or worse." Her voice dropped off to a whisper.
"I know you're scared. But I'm gonna be just fine," Doc said quietly.
"You don't know that!"
He gazed at her. He could see that her hands were trembling. He reached out and covered them with his own. "I'll leave town if you come with me."
She stared at him for a moment. "I can't," she whispered, defeat in her tone. "I can't leave my sister here to deal with our brother on her own. It wouldn't be right."
"And I understand that. So we'll both stay here in Manhattan and get through this together."
"You shouldn't have to deal with this. It isn't your problem."
"You're the woman I love. Your problems -are- my problems," he said seriously.
Laurie closed her eyes. "Monte..."
"I'm not leaving. That's my decision to make and I'm staying here with you." Doc gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "Now, would you like some more coffee?"
She stared down at the spilled liquid on the table without answering. Knowing that Michael was outside their apartment, lurking somewhere.
Waiting.
* * *
Bosco leaned against the counter, watching Faith as she moved around the kitchen making breakfast. She hated to cook and rarely did it unless she was nervous about something. He understood her anxiety, shared it as though it were his own. Maybe it was. He felt it gnawing at his stomach even as he watched her break eggs into the skillet on top of the stove.
"Maybe you should take tomorrow and go visit Emily." His voice was calm, casual for the most part, but under-ridden by a current of barely contained emotion. He was afraid. For her.
Faith paused for a moment, then turned to look at him. "I have to work."
"Take the day off."
She turned back to the eggs, stirring them with a wooden spoon. She'd forgotten to add milk, but he didn't mention it. "I can't."
"Why not? Midterms are over now and I'm sure she'd love to see you."
She was silent for a moment. "You know why I can't."
"But that's why you should." He moved so he was standing right beside her.
"Bosco."
"It's one night, Faith. Go. Get away from all this craziness and be safe."
She turned to him, her eyes soft. "I know you're afraid for me." Her voice was very quiet.
"Yeah. You're right, I am." He held her gaze.
They were both silent for a long moment.
Faith gave him a faint, sad smile, then reached out and touched his face. "I can't leave."
"Why not?" he asked, shaking his head in frustration.
"Because the minute I let Michael Myers make me run from my home, my life is over."
"It's not like you wouldn't come back, Faith. You can come back November 1st. What's one night?"
"Look at my sister," she said quietly. "Look at Laurie's life. She's spent the last 27 years hidin' from him. She faked her own death--twice. Left everyone she loved behind and he -still- found her. Even if I run, who's to say he won't find me? I can't take the chance of puttin' my daughter in danger because of my own fear."
Bosco stared at her silently for a moment, knowing nothing he could say would talk her out of something when she'd already made up her mind. "You think he'd go after Em?" His voice was much softer.
There was no hesitation before she answered. "Yes. If she was anywhere near me, or Laurie. She's safe in Oakdale. As long as I'm nowhere near her and she's nowhere near the city, she'll be fine." Faith's voice was soft and she stared out the kitchen window. "And that's all that matters."
* * *
Dowling College
Oakdale, New York
October 30, 2005--1:15 p.m.
"Come on. It's gonna be a blast," Lana Herbert urged, gazing imploringly at her friend.
"I just...don't think it's a good idea," Emily Yokas answered, avoiding Lana's gaze.
"There's gonna be a ton of cute guys."
"Lana."
"Seriously. When's the last time you had fun? You've been couped up in this room for weeks. You're always doing homework or studying."
"I have to keep my grades up if I wanna keep my scholarship," Emily protested.
"And that's fine. You can come back to your dull and boring existence after the party tomorrow." Lana flashed her a smile, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder.
Emily sighed and looked out the window. "I don't know."
"Come on. We're all going." She paused for dramatic effect. "Even Jordan."
She turned her head to look at Lana, her eyes widening slightly. "Jordan's going?"
"Mm-hmm." Lana grinned again, waggling her eyebrows as she sat on Emily's bottom bunk. "Come on. You're always talking about how much you miss the city. Wouldn't you just love to go back and spend the whole night with Jordan and your bestest friends in the whole world in Manhattan?"
Emily's lips quirked into a smile. "You are -such- a manipulator."
"Thank you." She did a half-bow and nearly fell off the edge of the bed. "Does that mean you'll go?"
Emily hesitated a second, tilting her head to the side. "Yeah, okay. I'll go."
"Yes!" Lana's eyes lit up with excitement. "We're leaving right after dinner tomorrow. So that leaves you all day to study."
Emily shook her head, then turned to look out the window.
"We are gonna have a blast. I just love Halloween."
She managed a faint smile, but it was forced. She watched as the wind blew a scattering of dead leaves past her window. Everything will be fine, she told herself. But the knot of anxiety in herh stomach didn't agree with her mind.
* * *
Martha's Cafe
New York City
October 30, 2005--2:23 p.m.
"You okay?" Faith's voice was soft as she gazed across the table at her sister as they sat in a booth drinking coffee.
Laurie blinked a few times and tore her gaze away from the window they were seated by. "Yeah. I was just thinking."
"About?"
"John."
Faith drew in a breath and released it slowly. "You thought about tryin' to find him?"
"No," Laurie answered immediately. "It's safer for him if he's as far away from me as possible."
She was silent for a moment. "He doesn't even know that you're still alive, Laurie."
"It's better that way."
"I'm not sure he would agree."
Laurie gazed at her. "Michael almost killed him once. I'm not willing to put him through that again. He deserves to have a normal life."
"364 days a year he would have."
"It's the 365th day that I'm afraid of. I don't want him to have the scars that I have. The fear."
"You think he doesn't anyway?" Faith asked quietly.
There was a moment of silence.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do, Faith. I really do."
"Well, it's not totally unselfish. I mean, I have a nephew out there whom I've never met. He doesn't even know I exist."
"That's one of the things I regret the most," Laurie said softly.
"I know." She reached out and gave her sister's hand a gentle squeeze. "Maybe someday."
"Yeah. Maybe," Laurie echoed, turning to look out the window once more. "I just hope he's safe, wherever he is."
* * *
"So how's Faith doing?"
Bosco was leaning against the back of 55-David, and looked up to see Doc standing a few feet away. He squinted against the sun and was silent for a moment. "She's havin' nightmares."
"Yeah. Yeah, so's Laurie." Doc paused. "You really think he's still alive?"
"Yeah. I do," Bosco answered without hesitation.
"Laurie tried to talk me into leaving town."
"That's funny. I tried to talk Faith into the same thing."
They were both silent for a moment.
"You think he's coming after them tomorrow?" Doc asked quietly.
Bosco met his eyes and when he spoke again, his voice was low and full of seriousness. "This son of a bitch comes near Faith again, and I'll kill him myself."
* * *
Main Street, New York City
October 30, 2005--7:02 p.m.
Kim's fingers were tightly clutching the steering wheel of Boyd 55-3. A knock on the driver's side window startled her so badly, a small shriek escaped her lips. She turned her head and saw Alex Taylor.
Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she rolled down the window. "Hey."
"Hey," Alex said back, a somewhat hesitant tone to her voice.
Kim gazed at her, recognizing and understanding the anxiety reflected in the blond firefighter's eyes. "How's it goin'?"
She gave a half-shrug. "We're on lunch across the street. Saw you out here, thought I'd say hi." She paused. "Carlos in the can?"
"Isn't he always? I swear we need a port-o-potty in the back of the bus."
Alex smirked.
"How are you doing?" Her voice was soft.
"I'm okay." There was no hesitation before Alex spoke.
"Look, Alex, I know that you must be having a hard time, considering what tomorrow is," she began.
"Why's that?" Her words were a challenge, daring Kim to continue.
"It's okay to be scared," she whispered. "Because God knows I am."
There was a moment of silence between them.
"Okay. Okay, you're right. I am scared." Alex looked away.
"Maybe you should take tomorrow off."
"And do what? Spend it locked in the apartment alone with a gun?"
"You have a gun?"
"I live with a police officer. What do you think?" Her voice was a little harsher than she'd intended. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."
"I know."
"Besides, it's not like a gun would stop him anyway." She drew in a breath. "I guess I'd just feel safer ridin' with the company."
"Safety in numbers," Kim murmured.
"Maybe -you- should think about takin' the day off," Alex advised.
She managed a forced smile. "Can't leave Doc short-handed. Halloween's always a bad night."
"Yeah," Alex muttered. "In more ways than one."
* * *
Yokas' Apartment
New York City
October 30, 2005--8:15 p.m.
"What are -you- doin' here?" Fred asked as he opened the door. His eyes were narrowed as he stared at his ex-wife and her partner.
"I need to talk to you. It's important."
Eyeing them warily, he stepped aside and let them in.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Faith turned to him. "I want you to take Charlie and leave town," she said bluntly.
Fred looked from Faith to Bosco, then back again. "Excuse me?"
"You know what tomorrow is, Fred," she said, her voice soft.
"Yeah, it's Sunday." There was more than a hint of sarcasm to his tone.
"Don't be a smart ass," Bosco said sharply, his eyes cold.
"So what? I'm supposed to leave town every Halloween because of your fucked-up family? Is that it, Faith?" Fred asked, glaring at her.
She looked away.
"You're a real son of a bitch, you know that? She's tryin' to protect you and her son!"
"Yeah, from her psycho of a brother!"
Bosco took a step forward, rage in his eyes. "That's not her fault!"
There was a moment of tense silence.
"Fine. We'll leave town," Fred said harshly.
"Thank you," Faith said quietly. Without another word, she turned and opened the door, stepping out of Fred's apartment.
Bosco glared at him for another moment, barely able to resist the growing urge he had to punch the other man in the face. He turned abruptly and followed Faith outside. They walked together silently out of the apartment building. He glanced over at her. "You okay?" His voice was quiet.
Faith was silent for a moment. "He's a jerk. That's why we got divorced in the first place. But yeah. I'm all right." She turned and gave him a faint smile. "And I'l be all right because now I know both of my kids will be safe tomorrow. Everything's gonna be just fine."