Statute of Limitations
Invicta AU: Joe Booth comes into town to speak with Kelly, causing a chain reaction of emotions and questions with no real answers. How do the Booths adapt? How can they keep going?
In my head, Booth's dad is a horrible, horrible guy. I don't know exactly what he did, but I don't think he deserves the chance of trying to explain himself to Booth… But he can to Kelly!
On another note, this may be my last Kelly piece. I'm playing with a few more story lines, but I'm having a hard time flushing them out. I guess I have to wait until my life gets angsty again for more inspiration. For some reason, when I find myself copacetic, my writings/ideas suffer. So I hope you enjoy it, because it may very well be the last you hear from me! ;) If you have any suggestions or something you want to hear, please contact me… even a little note would helped tremendously. My mind is like a three ring circus and saying one thing may spark another idea for a story!
Nobody is perfect
Let's bury the hatchet
Cause a grudge can be contagious and I don't want to catch it
The drama has run its course
For that I am certain
But the statute of limitations is up and I'm drawing the curtain now
It's all part of the show
But the picture is only
A limited fragment
A frequency chasm
A miniscule bit of a pixel of it
And the light that's not there
And the vapor of thin air
The gum on the shoe
But it's not really you
Just an angle of one point of view
That you learn long ago
~"All Part of the Show" Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers
"You're terrible at this." Parker Booth sat on one end of the couch in his mother's basement. The basement that his Aunt Kelly had taken over when she moved in with them a year ago.
"I wear contacts." Kelly argued. "I have to blink. Blinking should be allowed."
"Dad is so much better at this than you are." He taunted and Kelly sat back in shock and opened her mouth. "Ha! I win again! You looked away!" Kelly crossed her arms in mock protest of losing the staring contest.
"You know," Kelly smiled deviously "You dad was trained by the Army to sit and concentrate on things for long periods of time. They paid him to do it. Are you paying me?"
"One dollar." Parker said after a moment's hesitation.
"Two dollars and we can do this all day." Kelly squinted her eyes and leaned forward, preparing for war.
"It's a deal." Parker mimicked her position and another round of the staring contest began.
"Hey Slugger," They both heard Parker's father shout from the top of the stairs. "Are you down there? We're going to be late for practice!"
"Not now!" Parker shouted in response without taking his eyes away from Kelly's.
"Not now?" Booth took the stairs down two at a time and stopped when he saw the pair sitting on the couch, facing each other in concentration. "Oh, I see."
"I've won five in a row." Parker said proudly and Kelly smiled. "One more."
"You're not going to win this time, young grasshopper." Kelly squinted a little.
"What are the rules?" Booth came around in front of the couch and stood there, waiting.
"No touching, no funny faces…" Kelly told him, with her eyes locked on Parker's.
"And no blinking." He reminded.
"Alright, then I'll just head to practice and leave you two here." Booth started for the stairs and Parker sat up in shock.
"But I won't be able to play in the game tomorrow if I'm not there!" He cried out, looking at Booth.
"Ha!" Kelly pumped her diminutive fist in the air. "Thanks, big brother!" Booth smiled.
"That was so not fair!" Parker protested as he stood up from the couch. "Rematch after my practice?"
"Oh you know it, Little Man." She stretched out her sore legs. "Hey, personal favor." She looked directly at Parker.
"Yes?" He smiled innocently
"Try not to break Jeremy's hand today. I like his hands. Complete." She narrowed her eyes and playfully held up a warning finger in Parker's face. In an effort to get the two most important men in her life, her boyfriend and brother, to get to know each other, Kelly had asked Booth to let Jeremy help co-coach Parker's baseball team. He had willingly agreed, delighting both Kelly and Parker.
"Hey," Parker shrugged. "Not my fault he's a pansy."
"Parker!" Booth barked from the foot of the stairs. Parker's eyes darted over to his father's disapproving glare and mumbled a quick "Sorry" as he quickly ducked away from Kelly, around his father and up the stairs.
"He makes a good point." Booth smiled as he started up the stairs. "If your boyfriend is going to be catching for my son, he better toughen up a bit. The Booth Men have a mean fast ball."
Kelly grabbed a small pillow from the back of the couch and hurled it at Booth with a mocking, "Catch this!" as he darted up the stairs after his son.