Title: Falling
Down
Author: Demelza
Disclaimer: Third
Watch is the property of NBC. I do not own the show, or any of its characters,
and are used here without permission… money is not made from this fic (but oh
boy do I wish!). All songs and lyrics posted within the story are the property
of their respective owners. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is
purely coincidental.
Warnings: Profanity, violence, deals with the issue of
rape
Spoilers: The parts in Season 3 with Faith having cancer
(which, regrettably, I haven't seen yet).
Rating: R
Category: Faith & Bosco, angst, Bobby & Kim
Author's Notes: After 'Blame it
on the Rainman' & 'Eternity'. Also, I write under the premise that Bobby
never killed his old teacher, and that his childhood friend never killed him,
so he's still in my stories. :)
Summary: Fred knows Faith is keeping
something from him when she returns home from work and refuses to talk to him
… Kim and Bobby revisit their past … Bosco admits to Sully that he's fallen
for a married woman ... the search for a rapist sees Bosco and Faith meeting
up with Elisa and her partner, Matt Bluestone.
Gargoyles/TW Crossover.
Dedication: My muses and I would like to send mega special
thanks out to Denigoddess, Gabi, Angie, Jen and last but certainly not least,
CCA. Thank you each of you for your wonderful help and beta reading of certain
parts and feedback to help with the full development of this story. ;) *big
hugs*
This fic goes out to all Bosco
and Faith, and, Bobby and Kim fans in the TW fandom. And also to my friends,
Skye, Missy, Elisa (aka Jade), and my Mum, to which I am eternally grateful
for each of their continuous support of my writings.
[Previously on Gargoyles - 'Eternity' …… ] (Please note, this is in Goliath's POV, and the other character is Elisa, for non Gargoyles readers. Oh, and FYI Goliath is a large lavender Gargoyle.)
Suddenly the loud voices of those
surrounding us shout out, '10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2....' And just as
they get to One, I frame your sweet face in my hands, and capture your lips
with mine. The new year has arrived, 'I love you Elisa.'
You look up at me, the sadness
fading, tears of happiness reach your eyes, 'I love you too Goliath.'
And there, I brought you into
another tender embrace, wrapping my wings around you as I kiss you in this new
year. Knowing that together, we will see this next year through, as we
have done these past years knowing each other.
[Previously on Third Watch - 'Blame it on the Rainman' …… ]
Faith nodded slightly, and continued walking when Bosco pulled her around again, only this time he brought his hands to cup her face, drawing his lips to hers and kissing her. She pressed her hands against his chest, and could feel herself pushing him back, but her arms were trembling with the power behind that kiss that she just fell into his embrace. As a second round of the kiss progressed, she found herself kissing him back…
* ~ * ~ *
Faith arrived home from work almost an hour after her double shift ended. She had wanted to take some time to clear her head, and bury behind her the events of the night. But truth be told, how could she? She could never simply 'forget about it'; it wasn't that easy. Because it *did* happen, and wasn't just some imaginative thought she could erase from memory.
Guilt rode up in her throat as she silently removed her jacket, hung it on the coat rack, and made her way into the kitchen. A coffee should help, she thought and found her way over to the kettle. Filling it up and placing it on the stove, she flicked the switch and lit the gas. Stepping backward, Faith tried pressing the soaring thoughts in her mind aside; they were all about dancing in the rain, and the kiss she and Bosco had shared. "How could I let my life get so fucked up?" she asked aloud with a sigh.
She raised the mug to her lips, about to take a sip when Fred walked in. "What was that, Faith?" His yawning voice asked.
Faith turned to see him standing there, rubbing at the stubble on his jaw. "Go back to bed, Fred," she told him, taking a long mouthful of her coffee.
"Good morning to you, too, then." Fred yawned again. He walked over to Faith and went to put his arms around her when she pulled away. "What's wrong with you?" he demanded, his voice somewhere between hurt and angered.
"I'm not in the mood," she said back, not even meeting his eyes as she took another mouthful of coffee.
"Come on, Faith, it was just a hug."
"Well, I don't want to be hugged!" Faith snapped back. Slamming the coffee down on the counter, she walked past him and into the living room, where she let out a low groan as she saw the mess of toys from one end of the room to the other.
"Hey, don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" Fred growled as he followed behind her. "If you choose to work seventeen hours in your condition, that's your own fault, not mine. So don't take it out on me."
Faith swung around. "My condition? My condition, Fred, is breast cancer. It's not like I have some sort of disease that stops me from leading a normal life."
"Oh no?" He shot back.
Faith stood up straight. "Yes, Cancer is a disease, but dammit Fred, I can still work. The doctor gave the okay."
"Fine, you're right then. But that still doesn't explain why you're treating me the way you are," Fred argued with her. He went to step up to her when she stepped back. "Tell me what's wrong with you, please, Faith."
"Why should I bother? You'll just want to run out of the room again," she said back, her voice high-pitched, as it got when she was upset.
"Hey, that's not fair, Faith."
"Isn't it?" she asked. She could feel the tears building up in the corner of her eyes.
"No, it's not. I've been there for you!"
"Oh, bullshit, Fred!" Faith finally raised her voice to meet the level of his. "The only people that have been there for me during this time are the kids and Bosco."
"Again with Boscorelli. I'm sick of hearing that--his name in my house. First you almost get your ass busted saving his life, to which I have no understanding why, you're only partners for God's sake. Now you're telling me he's been there for you, how!? You haven't even told him about the cancer, or the treatments."
Faith shot him an angered look. "I have told him."
Fred straightened his back, taking in a breath. "Don't ever mention his name in front of me again. Do you understand?"
"What, are you jealous of him?"
"I'm not jealous of him," he replied uncomfortably, shifting his eyes off his wife.
Faith laughed. "You're jealous of Bosco? You are! I can't believe it, why, of all people Bosco? Because he sees more of me than you do?"
Fred growled deep in his throat, which Faith took as a 'yes'. "I don't want to hear his name again in this house," he repeated, his voice sterner.
"He's my partner, Fred. We work together!"
"And you're my wife, Faith, we live together."
"Screw you, Fred," Faith told him sternly.
"Faith…" He pleaded.
"Got to hell!" she said, pushing past him as she went out of the room.
* ~ * ~ *
O'Grady'sBosco had been sitting at the bar for just over an hour now. His mind was running through the events of the evening, and he was questioning himself over and over again as to why he had out and kissed her, and told her how he'd been feeling for a long time now. He even asked himself why she had kissed him back. But he didn't know the answer to that question, only Faith would. He'd done the one thing he had wished he could have done long ago, but there were certain boundaries that he just didn't cross so he never did… until this morning.
"You alright there Bosco?" Sully's voice cut in. He turned and looked over his shoulder at the older officer. Sully motioned toward the seat next to Bosco, "Can I sit?"
Bosco turned back to the half-full pint of beer in front of him. "Free country," he soon replied to the officer, whom he knew was still standing there and wouldn't leave even if he had asked not to be bothered.
Sully sat down and tagged the bartender, and ordered a beer. "Care to tell me what's wrong?"
"Why would you care?" Bosco asked.
"Well something has to be wrong." No answer from Bosco. He just stared at the jug of beer in front of him. "You and Faith are fighting…"
"We're not fighting," he corrected, and Sully nodded. "And nothing's wrong." He grumbled and took another swig of beer. "I'm dealing with it."
"Yeah, you're dealing with it all right." Sully looked pointedly at the half-empty jug of beer. He nodded in that direction. "How many have you had?"
"A couple."
"You know it doesn't solve the problem."
"It helps me deal with it, doesn't it?" Bosco shot him an angered look, and Sully slowly nodded. "Then it solves it…" He turned back to the jug of beer. "At least for now."
"That's right. For now. You'll wake up this afternoon, ready for work with a hangover, and the problem will still be there."
"I don't have a problem!" Bosco growled.
"Then it's definitely woman trouble." Sully almost chuckled, but seeing the glare on the young officer's face he stopped himself. "Can't be anything I haven't heard about before. What, she's too skinny, too fat, her parents don't like you…?" He stopped as he sipped a mouthful of his own beer, then turned to Bosco again.
Bosco was running his finger around the rim of his jug. "She's married," he soon said.
Sully placed his beer down, swallowing. "That could be a problem."
"I wish it wasn't." Bosco sighed. "But I gotta respect that she has her own life, and that I don't fit in that picture... never will," he said with a sigh, shaking his head.
"So what'll you do?"
"Hope she realizes she's married to Mr. Wrong."
Sully leaned forward to see the look in Bosco's eyes. Despair was written all over his face. "You think you're Mr. Right?"
Bosco blinked and then turned to Sully. "What does it matter, even if I did?" he asked, but received no reply, so he stood up.
"Want me to drive you?"
He shook his head. "Only had two, and I'm just heading home."
Sully nodded and watched as Bosco walked out of the bar. His usual stride as he walked wasn't there. He just left casually. "Yeah." Sully let out a breath and turned back to his beer. The bartender looked at him from where he stood. His expression was of concern for the young punter moments ago.
* ~ * ~ *
Kim's Apartment
Kim lay naked in Bobby's strong arms, the sole sheet covering their entangled bodies. She let out a sigh, revelling in the warmth that came with being there with him. She looked up at him to see him smiling back at her. She smiled, tracing her finger tips over his chest in circular motions. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Bobby soon asked, clearing his throat as Kim moved herself up in the bed so their faces met. "I know with last time… I thought it was what you wanted, but I have to know if you really want us to be.. well, an us."
"I already told you earlier." She smiled. "More than anything in the world."
Bobby nodded, and then placed a tender, tentative kiss on her lips. "I love you, Kim," he whispered, kissing along her neck.
"I love you too, Bobby." Kim let out a pleasurable moan as continued pressing small fiery kisses against her skin, and then as he rolled her onto her back.
"Do you work tonight?" he asked.
She shook her head. "You?"
A seductive smile appeared on his lips. "No," he replied in that same endearing tone she loved. Kim giggled and pulled him down against her and kissed him heatedly.
* ~ * ~ *
Faith sat in the armchair in the living room. The kids' toys were still strewn everywhere, and Fred had taken them to school and then gone to work. She said goodbye to Emily and Charlie, but when Fred went to say goodbye she turned and walked away. There was so much pain in her heart, she hadn't even realized was there. It was like before the kiss, she was too blinded by her life to even notice that something wasn't right with it anymore. That something wasn't right with her and Fred. So many arguments, so many times they had split, but then got back together… and at whose insistence each of those times?
Maurice Boscorelli's.
Even thinking about his name, Faith touched her lips, remembering the way he sent an incredible tingling sensation through her entire being when he pressed his lips to hers. Reclining back in the armchair, she wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes, playing movie after movie in her mind of that morning. She knew it was wrong. Being married to Fred and thinking of another man… but Bosco had made her conscious of the fact there was something in her life that was missing, something that she longed for.
To be loved unconditionally… to be cared for and treated how she deserved to be.
Tears formed in her eyes, recalling all the painful memories of her life with Fred. His drunkenness, the pregnancy, and then termination… she hadn't had the termination because her career came first, or that finances were tight… well yes, her career did… but it was more because, even then, she realized her life with Fred wasn't what it used to be. And what was the point in raising a child with a man she had inner doubts about her love for? But then the doubts faded. Their relationship was still on the rocks, often in fact, but she had realized, or thought she had, that what they had was her life. And that there was no changing the life she had been given.
But now… Faith breathed in, sniffing to hold back more tears as they came. She had married Fred almost two years before joining the Academy and meeting Bosco. He was the one, the one she was going to fulfill her career and raise a family with. It was all too late now; she didn't know what she was supposed to do next.
* ~ * ~ *
You're letting out your
heart,
Trading in your soul,
And would you trade it for me?
Cause I would trade it for you.
~ 'The Web' by The Feelers
* ~ * ~ *
That AfternoonBosco walked into the locker room. Faith was already there, fully dressed in her uniform sitting in front of her locker. "You'll be late for roll call," he said as he stepped over to his own locker and opened it up.
"Already been, we're working sector eight again."
"Damn, we worked that beat last night."
"Tell me about it," Faith replied. She closed her eyes and looked away from him before reopening her eyes. "Why'd you do it, Boz?" she asked painfully.
He knew what she was talking about, and he let out a breath. "You mean a lot to me, Faith. You, Emily and Charlie."
"That still doesn't excuse it."
There was total silence as Bosco walked over and sat down next to her. "Excuse it, Faith? Yeah, I'm sorry I kissed you, hell, I'm sorry you kissed me back…" A pained look of guilt was on her face as she looked away. "But, I meant everything I said, Faith…" he leaned over, and with his finger gently placed under her chin, he turned her face towards him. "And I meant everything I did. I'm not gonna say I'm sorry for what I feel." He withdrew his hand, and Faith looked away from him again. He could see her trying not to cry, and inside, his heart ached. Of all the stupid things you've done, Boscorelli… this tops the lot. "Faith, I…" he shook his head in his own frustration.
Tears formed in the corner of Faith's eyes, and she swallowed hard to keep them at bay.
"Please don't cry," Bosco pleaded with her. She opened her mouth to speak when suddenly they were interrupted as Sergeant Christopher walked in.
"Boscorelli, Yokas, get your damn asses out on that street this minute!" he shouted. His eyes settled on Bosco's as the two officer's looked back at him. "What the hell did you do this time?" He got no reply; Bosco just stood up and walked back over to his locker.
Faith rose to her feet. The pair exchanged pained looks, and then she walked out. Sergeant Christopher watched her as she left, and then turned to Bosco. "Whatever the hell you did to upset her, Boscorelli, fix it."
Bosco had his back turned to the superior officer and only when the man left did he let out a sigh, pressing his forehead against his locker. "Damn it," he breathed angrily at himself, punching his hand into the locker in frustration.
* ~ * ~ *
Second part coming soon…..