Author's note and disclaimer:
I wrote this story last summer (2002) when I was glad Days was addressing childhood cancer, but frustrated with some of their methods. I am a childhood cancer survivor myself (not leukemia), and I have many friends who are as well. This was enhanced by the marvelous editing talents of Miss Jackie Parker, a cancer survivor herself, who gave me direction and guidance as I crafted this story along the lines of what it feels like to have cancer. To let you all know: one or two doses of chemo does not cure leukemia. You feel like crap, you look like crap, and everyone knows it. Furthermore, I was appalled by the fact that Nancy and Craig spent so little time with their daughter. For heaven's sake, she has a deadly disease! Where was the little pullout chair that turns into a bed so one of them can spend the night with her? She's scared out of her mind, and Craig, Mr. Chief of Staff, didn't even bother to arrange for a specialized oncologist to treat her! (Like most other doctors in Salem, Colin Murphy - when he was alive - somehow managed to treat cancer, perform brain surgery, and deliver babies, all with equal skill and precision. Okay.) And where were the rest of the doctors? Anyone who's ever spent a day in the hospital knows doctors rarely walk into your room alone - they travel in packs, like wolves or something. And also, they don't make rounds at 2:00 pm, when you might be awake and ready to talk. Heaven forbid. But enough of my ranting.
I'm finally getting around to posting this, because it seems that FanFiction.net had some personal or technical vendetta against me and was not letting me register. But we have overcome technology and managed to bring you, in living color, sort of, old school Brady and Chloe!
Did anyone notice that as soon as they started having sex, their relationship totally went downhill? I would rather watch reruns from their days of singing in the park and insulting each other than the continuing saga of sex sex sex. And while I'm not glad Days sent Chloe away, I'm certainly glad they didn't kill her off, and that someday, when James Reilly is NOT the head writer, she will perhaps return to claim her love.
So again, this is my rendition of what should have happened between these two. And by the way, when you get to the part about Chloe's room (you'll know when you get there), I would just like to let you all know that I definitely thought of this idea several weeks before it was aired. (Or really, I thought of it 10 years ago when my friends and I began taking such liberties in our own hospital rooms.) But really, I'm done talking now, so read on!
Ok, almost done! A brief disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to Corday Productions, NBC, Days of Our Lives, and whoever the current head writer is in this seemingly never-ending game of Musical Writers.
For real this time, you can proceed to the story now!!
I wrote this story last summer (2002) when I was glad Days was addressing childhood cancer, but frustrated with some of their methods. I am a childhood cancer survivor myself (not leukemia), and I have many friends who are as well. This was enhanced by the marvelous editing talents of Miss Jackie Parker, a cancer survivor herself, who gave me direction and guidance as I crafted this story along the lines of what it feels like to have cancer. To let you all know: one or two doses of chemo does not cure leukemia. You feel like crap, you look like crap, and everyone knows it. Furthermore, I was appalled by the fact that Nancy and Craig spent so little time with their daughter. For heaven's sake, she has a deadly disease! Where was the little pullout chair that turns into a bed so one of them can spend the night with her? She's scared out of her mind, and Craig, Mr. Chief of Staff, didn't even bother to arrange for a specialized oncologist to treat her! (Like most other doctors in Salem, Colin Murphy - when he was alive - somehow managed to treat cancer, perform brain surgery, and deliver babies, all with equal skill and precision. Okay.) And where were the rest of the doctors? Anyone who's ever spent a day in the hospital knows doctors rarely walk into your room alone - they travel in packs, like wolves or something. And also, they don't make rounds at 2:00 pm, when you might be awake and ready to talk. Heaven forbid. But enough of my ranting.
I'm finally getting around to posting this, because it seems that FanFiction.net had some personal or technical vendetta against me and was not letting me register. But we have overcome technology and managed to bring you, in living color, sort of, old school Brady and Chloe!
Did anyone notice that as soon as they started having sex, their relationship totally went downhill? I would rather watch reruns from their days of singing in the park and insulting each other than the continuing saga of sex sex sex. And while I'm not glad Days sent Chloe away, I'm certainly glad they didn't kill her off, and that someday, when James Reilly is NOT the head writer, she will perhaps return to claim her love.
So again, this is my rendition of what should have happened between these two. And by the way, when you get to the part about Chloe's room (you'll know when you get there), I would just like to let you all know that I definitely thought of this idea several weeks before it was aired. (Or really, I thought of it 10 years ago when my friends and I began taking such liberties in our own hospital rooms.) But really, I'm done talking now, so read on!
Ok, almost done! A brief disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to Corday Productions, NBC, Days of Our Lives, and whoever the current head writer is in this seemingly never-ending game of Musical Writers.
For real this time, you can proceed to the story now!!