Hey everyone! If you're a new reader pulled in by the lure of a Weeds fanfiction, welcome! If you're here because you've got me on alerts and you saw that I'm starting another fanfic even though I'm shit at finishing the ones I already have going...well, still welcome. Honestly, I told you guys already, when the muse hits, you betta listen and type.
Man, I love Weeds so much. My sister introduced it to me when the first few seasons aired on Netlix and boy, was I hooked. It got a little crazy (weird) in the later seasons, if you know what I mean, but I think it redeemed itself in the end. I just love all the dynamics between the characters and the crazy situations. But lemme tell you something I hate: Nancy's decision making skills. If we were rating them, they would be at a steady zero throughout all the seasons. Honestly girl, what was you thinkin'?
Lemme tell you something I love: Silas. Man oh man, don't ya'll remember when he was just this little disrespectful, generic white boy, then all the sudden it was season 4? 5? and he glowed up? Man, he got some new teeth, and some muscle and I was like, dayum. Hello. Ya'll remember. ;)
So he turned out alright in the end, unlike his psycho brother, but I think he would have been a happier, well-adjusted human being if he had someone else in his life that was aware of all the criminal activity, but way better at being chill and making life choices than Nancy or Andy. Someone responsible like an adult, but still young enough to relate to. Silas was so hung up on trying to please his mom when he should've just been looking out for himself.
So here's my take on how Silas would have turned out, with some support. It's a Silas/OC slowwww burn.
Silas Botwin was a drug dealer. Well, more accurately, he was a talented-pot-grower-turned-drug-dealer. If you asked - and he thought you were worthy of knowing (or wanted to impress you) - he would stress the fact he was born into this business, that he "knew what he was doing." But, if you knew him from birth, or even well into his teens, you would know that was an untruth. Because although dealing marijuana was the family business, it hadn't always been the family business. And before it was the family business, it was his mother Nancy's business. And before it was her business, the Botwins were a happy, completely normal family of four who lived in the upper-middle class pre-fab confines of the Southern California suburbs. An area formerly named Agrestic.
Now, Nancy Botwin neè Price was a horrible decision maker. Who up and decides to sell drugs as a way to supplement their living, without having any prior connection to said lifestyle? She could have, I don't know, moved somewhere less expensive and gotten a real job. Instead, she chose the violent, suspenseful, and often short life of a drug dealer. Which in turn, turned her whole family dynamics on its ear, and changed the path of the Botwin boys forever.
This story isn't really about Nancy, though she appears heavily. It isn't about Shane, the little psychopath. It isn't about Andy, or Conrad, or deaf Meghan, Heylia, Doug, Celia or anyone else that the Botwins met on their amazing journey through Weed land. It's about Silas, clearly, and the one person he met that helped derail the path Nancy put him on when she not so unwillingly introduced him to the drug trade. The one person that helped him become his own person, and not let his family bullshit, and he had a lot of that, affect him. A guardian angel of sorts.
If that angel was named Lucifer.