A Glimpse of things to come 1/?
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Episode:- None
Pairing:- Nicola/Ollie (eventually)
Rating:- M
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Summary:- "Half an hour but I swear if this ends up on the front page of The Sun on the morning I'm setting Malcolm Tucker on you and I can tell you it's not an experience you'll enjoy you'll not be communicating with the dead you'll be one of them when he's finished with you."
Author's Note:- Written for the "psychic" challenge to write a fic where someone is told something by a psychic that may or may not prove to be correct. Rated for language and sexual content in later chapters enjoy and reviews would be lovely!
"I always loved the whole end of the pier type stuff my parents used to bring us to Blackpool every year when I was a child we used to come up on the train." Glen sighed a contented smile on his face as Ollie rolled his eyes.
"Did the train have to stop now and then to let a herd of dinosaurs pass?" He jibed as Nicola rolled her eyes dodging a pile of melting ice cream and the screaming child who had obviously dropped it. When they'd suggested they spend their one and only afternoon off during conference week on the pier she'd told them they were mad but with the only other thing available to do being staring at the four boring magnolia walls of her room in the end she'd given in. She'd never been a big fan of the whole "kiss me quick" British seaside resort thing and now at her second party conference as minister for DoSAC she'd seen nothing to change her opinion. Right now walking along the line of stereotypical considering throwing herself of the end of the pier when they finally reached it.
"You're a real comedian at least I'm not an over opinionated embryo I mean what the fuck are you even old enough to be allowed out without your Mummy to hold your hand and wipe your fucking nose?" Glen shot back as Ollie opened his mouth to reply and she growled with frustration.
"Will you two stop acting like fucking teenagers trying to decide which of you has the biggest fucking cock?" She shouted glaring at them as they both turned staring at her as if they'd only just remembered she was with them "It's worse than being out with my kids I swear I have to mother you two more than I do them and it's a fucking joke. I'm going to find somewhere to have half an hours' peace and a very large glass of wine if you two mature a few decades or so come and find me otherwise leave me the fuck alone!"
"Nicola look we're sorry wait…." Ollie shouted as she walked away putting on her sunglasses and ignoring them completely.
Right now what she needed and wanted was some time on her own away from anything political or government related which included them. She wanted to buy a trashy magazine, one only interested in celebrities so there was no chance she'd find herself in it, find a quiet bar and sit in the corner with a glass of wine surrounded by people who didn't give a flying fuck who she was. She needed half an hour to just be Nicola, no one's mother, no one's wife, minister for nothing, just Nicola.
"There she is come on she'd didn't mean it lets catch up with her." She heard Glen call from somewhere behind her and glanced around ducking into the nearest alleyway then opening the door of the first door she saw and stepping inside waiting a moment as she heard them pass Ollie assuring Glen that she would have gone out the other end and they should keep going. Breathing a sigh of relief she looked around realising she hadn't stepped into a gift shop as she thought. The walls were covered in shelves with crystals and old books, the light was dim and the back of the small area she was standing in was obscured by a velvet curtain.
"Come through." The voice of the woman with a soft northern accent came from behind the curtain and she reached for the handle ready to leave before they emerged when something in the whole set up of the shop and the insistence in the woman's voice made her pause. "They will come back and right now I don't think their company is what you need."
"Who are you, what is this place?" She said quietly the small voice in the back of her head telling her she should get the hell away from there and that the curtain in front of her was the last place she should go.
"Come through, there's no need to be nervous it's more spacious through here than out there I promise you can trust that you don't need to worry about your claustrophobia." The voice continued as the small voice becoming a loud one screaming "What the fuck! Run Nicola run now!"
"Who are you and how did you know about my claustrophobia?" She asked taking a few tentative steps toward the curtain glancing back at the door as she did.
"I know a lot about you some of which I feel you would benefit from hearing I've been waiting for you I felt today would be the day."
"Ok look I don't know how you are but if you're trying to scare me I'm not biting." Nicola said loudly finally marching through the curtain and stopping in her tracks as she saw an innocuous looking young woman in jeans and a Hollister t-shirt sitting behind a table in the middle of a spacious airy room in direct contrast to the dark mysterious nature of the entrance to the place.
"Look I know this may seem weird but all that out there; the tourists love it they expect it they come in for crystals and to say they did the whole seaside psychic thing but now and then my spirit guides tell me that someone will come through the door who is meant to cross my path and I am meant to help. I'm Amy, you don't have to tell me your name or anything about you but please hear me out." The girl smiled pointing at the seat one the other side of the table as Nicola stared at her for a second still not sure what was going on.
"Amy? Aren't you people supposed to be called something like "Madame Teresa" or something equally insane?" She said quietly moving and sitting down in the chair in spite of herself.
"Oh I have, had you not been in such a rush to escape the two gentlemen following you and noticed the sign outside that the tourist crowd I was talking about expect you'd have seen that to them I am Mistress Amelia psychic to the stars but like I said with you it's not about pier front theatrics and shite like that I know right now you want to tell me to get a fucking grip and walk right out the door but all I ask is that you hear me out."
"I don't believe any of this bollock. You know the party conference is in town, you probably saw me come in on CCTV in the front of the shop or something and Glen and Ollie weren't exactly quiet outside." Nicola sighed feeling her curiosity turn to irritation as the girl failed to react. "It's the worst kept secret in politics that I'm claustrophobic so knowing that tells me nothing other than that you read the tabloids. What are you going to tell me next that I have four kids and a propensity for making an idiot of myself then a list of other things that anyone you stopped in the street could tell you then expect me to hand you a small fortune in return?"
"I don't want payment for the things I have to tell you I've already said I make my living from people who want me to tell them that they're going to get that job they wanted, from pregnant women who want me to tell them if their baby is a boy or girl and silly girls who want to know if they are going to meet the man of their dreams in a Blackpool night club. Once in a while though I know I can make a real difference and in those instances I take no payment it's my way of paying back my psychic debt that I owe for all those tourist time wasters." Amy smiled sighing deeply as Nicola stood up.
"Well pay back your psychic debt on some other more gullible idiot." She snapped storming toward the curtain again.
"You don't have four children you have six, or rather you should have. Twins, born a year before your oldest daughter, one boy one girl you wanted them so much, you fought to save them but your body betrayed you. I don't think Glen and Ollie could have told you that. I'm not asking you to believe me or even care about what I tell you. I'm just asking that you listen."
"James put you up to this didn't he, what the hell is this really about?" Nicola gasped her stomach knotting at the mention of the twins she'd lost five months into her pregnancy. Amy was right neither Glen nor Ollie could have told her about them, it had never come out in the press, it was someone no one in her life at that time knew about other than her and James since her mother had died two years ago and now it was all becoming clear.
"I've never met your husband, he didn't tell me anything your Mother did she has a message for you she's very determined that I pass it on. She says "Nicola Anne Martin sit down and let the girl talk you never where good at just accepting what was good for you and now look at the mess you're in but I'm pleased to see you kept your promise. Your father would so proud to know his ring spends it's days in the corridors of power." That's all she has to say for now. Please hear me out."
"Aren't you supposed to have your eyes rolling back in your head and put on a funny voice when you give messages from the dead?" Nicola said quietly her hand moving to the gold chain in her pocket that her father's wedding ring hung on. Not another person on earth knew that she never went anywhere without it, that her mother had worn it until the day she died and that on her death bed had made Nicola swear she would never abandon it. Since she'd joined the cabinet she'd stopped wearing it around her neck not wanting to deflect the barrage of questions it would bring but she always had it on her person."
"Please sit back down. Give me half an hour of your time and I'll give you what I know. Time that's all I ask."
"Half an hour but I swear if this ends up on the front page of The Sun on the morning I'm setting Malcolm Tucker on you and I can tell you it's not an experience you'll enjoy you'll not be communicating with the dead you'll be one of them when he's finished with you."