Author's note: What's up to the very few people who read my first story! I probably sound really awkward so I'm going to cut to the chase here. I really wanted to write a fic about what happened to Kate's mom, because it's never mentioned. The ideas just popped into my head. Anyway, I'm calling Milligan Milligan only because I have no idea what his name actually was. Sorry if it's a tad depressing. I'll shut up now. Enjoy!
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Milligan Wetherall sits at the scuffed table in the living room of the farmhouse, a photograph clutched in his hand. The cops had said it was an accident, no chance of murder. Detective O'Connery had put his bony hand on Milligan's shaking shoulder, and just shook his head.
"I'm sorry Mr. Wetherall. You've had a long day. Why don't you go home, read a book to your daughter. Get some sleep. I'll see if there's anything the department can do. Just take care of that kid of yours." Milligan had taken a taxi home. The truck just reminded him of her. The way she would light up the room with her eyes alone was too similiar to the traffic lights, the way she would sing to Kate, too much like the whir of the engine and the buzz of the radio.
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He was holding her hand, staring into her brown eyes, swinging he hand back and forth. She laughed, a hearty, spontaneous laugh, and threw her arms around him. He could smell her perfume, lavender, and smiled and kissed her in the cheek. They continued down the alley, laughing, and reached the little blue truck they shared. Milligan swung her into his arms, and carried her into the passenger seat. She grinned, and slid over to the driver's side.
"Don't worry. I'll drive."
He laughed, and hopped in the car, slamming the door shut.
She flicked on the radio, turning to the classic rock station. Tom Petty was playing "Woman In Love". Milligan smiled, and turned the dial to the left, mouthing the words. Rain was coming down in sheets now. He hoped the babysitter had gotten Kate in bed, it was far past 11. The screech of tires snapped his attention to the road. He squinted, trying to see outside the warm interior of the truck. Two pinpoints of light dotted the horizon.
"Honey, slow down a bit. I think someone's coming." She nodded, and slowed to a steady roll. The dots swerved suddenly, and faster than Milligan could register, a sound like thunder erupted in his ears. He felt himself fly forward, only to be yanked backwards by his seatbelt. His vision blurred and he lost consciousness.
A/N Please review, as it makes me not look like a loner:) And sorry about the length. I promise I'll update soon!