Title: This is Woodsboro
Author: LittleLonnie
Warnings: Spoilers for "Scream 4"
Characters: Sidney, Dewey, Gale, Detective Kincaid + other S4 characters
Summary: A different take on "Scream 4." Still follows the storyline somewhat, but deaths are a little different and also includes new/old characters. Gale/Dewey, Sidney/Kincaid
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. "Scream" belong to Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson.
Note: So yeah, I'm a sucker for Sidney/Kincaid, has been since "Scream 3" came out. So that's one reason why I wanted to write this. Also, as you might understand early on - the letters in italics are supposed to be either memories Sidney has or her thoughts. Comprende?
This story has been reposted and renamed because of a few reasons. I have changed some minor things (incl. biggie like the title) + also the fact that "Something to Fight For" didn't seem to show up on the "Scream" board with the rest of the fanfics :/
Chapter 1 - Rethink the booktour?
"You really think going back to Woodsboro for the book tour is the brightest idea?" Mark Kincaid asked the woman sitting at the kitchen counter in front of him.
"Rebecca's suggestion," Sidney held up a finger at him.
"Rebecca wasn't even born when all that happened," Mark pointed out.
"Oh come on she's not that young. Besides it's been ten years, Mark. Nothings gonna happen," Sidney said just as there was a knock on the porch door.
"Nothings gonna happen," Mark repeated,
"Shouldn't that be in the rules of things not to say in horror movies?"
Sidney just raised an eyebrow and picked up her bag, ignoring his comment to see who was knocking on the door,
"It's Rebecca."
Mark shrugged as he also saw the overly spunky young woman waving her hand on the other side of the porch door,
"You better go to her before she pulls something."
"Yeah yeah, be careful," Sidney hurried over to Mark and kissed him lightly on his lips before leaving with her publicist.
"Sidney, we're there in ten," Rebecca's voice pulled Sidney from her thoughts and she straightened up in her seat. She nodded to the younger woman and looked out the window at the passing landscape. It had been almost eight years since she last was in Woodsboro for her father's funeral and not much had changed. She wasn't left to drown in the somber memories of the small town as Rebecca turned up the volume on the CD and sang along.
"... when somethings right, when somethings worth to diiie foooor!" Sidney suppressed a laugh as the energetic girl behind the wheel almost danced in her seat along with the song.
"Ridiculous how catchy this shit is," Rebecca grinned and turned down the volume before seeing a spot in front of the bookstore where she could park. Sidney got out of the car and straightened her pink dress as her eyes caught the familiar masks high on some poles.
"Nice some people have fun with the town's history," Sidney said sarcastically as Rebecca came up beside her to pull her towards a window.
"Good thing you're gonna be way busy with the book tour," Rebecca said, nodding at Sidney's book looking back at them from the window.
"Yeah," Sidney said absently and let Rebecca lead her into the building.
"So, you held this long speech about her going back to Woodsboro is a bad idea - then you decide to go too? Isn't that a bit... I dunno - hypocritical?" a middle aged detective asked, biting absently at a pen.
"Doesn't anyone respect the Police Commissioners anymore?" Kincaid held his arms out, putting an offended face on before cracking a smile.
"Others do, but when my cousin is the sheriff - ahem, I mean commissioner you can't expect that from me," the other man grinned cheekily.
"Actually I can, John," Kincaid defended,
"Besides I'm not being a hypocrite. She's my girl and I'd like to be there for her."
"That's adorable," John snickered and sipped from his lukewarm coffee and grimaced,
"You've been together for almost ten years now and you still have just a girlfriend. Where I come from people usually are married at this point."
"Where you come from they arrange marriages," Kincaid joked,
"Doesn't matter. Sidney's life hasn't been easy. Her first boyfriend killed her mother, her friends and tried to kill her. Her second boyfriend was killed so... we're taking it slow," Kincaid bit at his bottom lip. He so didn't like this conversation.
"Take it any slower and you both be grey haired by the time you're married. Come on man. You asked her to marry you once and she turned you down. Yet still you stayed with her," John said, more serious look on his face. Kincaid pulled on his jacket before leaning over the table to look his cousin in the face.
"Because I love her. Like you love your wife. Marriage isn't all," Kincaid said with a low voice. He straightened up,
"Now get your ass going. We're at work in case you haven't noticed."
Kincaid was out the door before John could say anything else. John sighed and got up slowly and pulled his jacket over his shoulder before following.
"Gale!" Sidney smiled when she saw her old... Enemy? Friend? Acquainted? Yeah so maybe enemy wouldn't be the right word. After all the two had settled their differences for over ten years ago. Maybe a friendly acquainted? Sidney shook her thoughts out of her head. Whatever they were she was glad to see her again.
"Sidney," Gale smiled, long black locks lying over her slim shoulders,
"I see the book tour is going great."
Sidney just smiled and hugged her old friend.
Yeah. Friend. Sidney didn't have many friends left alive. The Riley's was undoubtedly her friends. Her fellow survivors.
"I suppose you've already seen the decorations?" Gale sighed and pointed over her shoulder in the direction of the outdoors.
"Yeah. I guess it's to be expected," Sidney shrugged and looked over her shoulder to where Rebecca was talking enthusiastically with some book fans.
"What you say to a coffee in the next door cafe?" Gale suggested, watchful eyes following Sidney's eager publicist. Lucky woman was thriving in the eye of the public. Sidney followed Gale's line of sight before nodding eagerly,
"Absolutely!"
"So, hows things going with Kincaid. You're still with him right?" Gale asked as she sat down beside Sidney on a bench, cupping a hot cup of coffee.
"Hm? Yeah. It's good. I guess," Sidney bit her bottom lip before taking a sip of her coffee.
"'I guess?' Well that's never good," Gale commented, curiosity clear on her face.
"Well-" Sidney started, but interrupted herself when she saw the police car park behind her and Rebecca's rental.
"Dewey!" she put her coffee down and stood up, walking over to her old friend.
"Sid!" Dewey seemed almost surprised to see her despite that he knew she would be here. He hugged her, but his heart was already breaking knowing he had to tell Sidney what had happened.
"What is it?" Gale was at their side at once, noticing the look on her husband's face as soon as he got out of the car. Sidney looked at Gale before looking at Dewey as well.
"Nothing good," Dewey said to Gale and turned to Sidney again only to find her looking at the silver car parked in front of his police car.
"Sid?" he asked when she walked over to the trunk of the silver car,
"Is that blood?"
Dewey brought his gun out of the holster when he saw what Sidney had seen. Blood on the plate of the car. Sidney looked up as Rebecca came walking over, frowning when everyone was gathering around the rental car.
"What's going on here?" the young woman wondered while digging around in her purse for the car keys. She handed them to Dewey when he reached out for them and popped the trunk open.
"Oh my god," Rebecca tilted her head at the sight in the trunk. A knife and blood smeared over Sidney's posters.
"Who the hell did this? I'm paying for this car!" Rebecca complained out loud, but everyone ignored her.
"Dewey? What's going on?" Gale spoke up, interest peeking at the first sign of blood.
"Don't tell me it's starting again," Sidney said quietly, contrasting Gale.
"Two young girls were found killed this morning," Dewey whispered as Deputy Hicks, a blond haired woman with funky eyes joined him.
"Sheriff. I'm pretty sure we can't discuss this with the civil yet," she said, eying Gale as if ready in case the older woman was going to pounce on her.
"It's okay, Hicks," Dewey explained shortly,
"Let's get you to the station, Sid."
Dewey put his arm around Sidney's shoulders and pulled her carefully with him while he let Hicks try to keep his wife in reins.
TBC...
(The fic doesn't seem to show up on the "Scream" board on here. So I'm trying again)