This is my very first third watch fic. I'm in the middle of writing another, but I stumbled upon my all time favorite movie and was once again struck by how much like Bosco the guy is. So here we go! the land of AU.
If it's too much for you.. Blame Frequency , the most underrated movie ever, then rent it.
"You'll think I'm crazy if I tell you." Bosco leaned back against the couch. "What am I saying? You already think I'm crazy."
"You know that's not true officer Boscorelli."
"I don't know why not. I think I'm crazy most of the time."
"So it's different then the dreams?"
"Yes. More real." He huffed. "I'm not hallusinating or anything."
"Why would you say that?"
"I don't know. You're the shrink."
"Officer-."
"You know what? Call me Bosco." He rubbed his face. "I-. It's not a halusination. It's a memory, only it's like I'm listening to a recording of it through the CB."
"A recording that comes from your transmitter." It sounded so insane when she said it. "Only under this one bridge?"
"Yeah." He looked down at the floor. "It was a place we used to go to. When we needed a break, or to talk or something."
"A place where you still feel close to her?"
"I always feel close to her." Bosco spat quickly before swallowing hard. "You know what? Never mind."
"The mind can play tricks on you Bosco." The psychologist leaned forward and studied his face. "It may be your way of coping. Next time it happens, try to bring yourself out of it."
"Bring myself-?"
"Try to make it stop." She explained nodding slowly.
"What if I don't want it to stop?" He whispered.
" I though I told you to take this week off?"
"Come on Sul, leave it alone."
" I'm serious Bosco."
" So am I, Lieu." Bosco ran his hand over his face and turned to look at his old friend. " I miss her every day. This weeks not any different." He said softly."I gotta work."
" Bosco I know how you're feelin'-."
" No. No you don't." He shook his head. " You lost a partner, you know how that is." He swallowed hard. " But.. I-. I lost Faith..and that's-. It's not the same."
Sullivan nodded his head, before moving slowly towards the door.
" Don't be late to roll call." He muttered, shooting Bosco a half hearted grin.
" How's he doin'" Sargent Ty Davis looked at his old partner with questioning eyes. Sully smiled.
" It's gotta be rough for him."
" I though maybe I could ride with him today.." He looked into the locker room, watching Bosco stare into his locker a little too long.
He knew what he was looking at. It was the picture of him and Faith at the Policemen's Ball. Her in a gray dress with her hair spilling across his shoulder as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. His head is tossed back laughing, with his arm wrapped around her slim waist. The look like a couple on their wedding day, not partners at a work event. Sully patted Davis' shoulder.
" It's a nice thought, but I think the offer might push him over the edge." He sighed. " Let's just leave him be."
He went to the bridge. He could almost feel her there sometimes if he sat quietly enough. He could really remember the sound of her laugh, the way she'd smile at him, the way her hand felt clasped around his bicep.
" Dispatch to 55-David-." Bosco looked down at the radio shaking his head. It was Sara Wession, but Sara Wesssion had moved on last year. He'd sent flowers to her going away party. It had seemed like a Faith thing to do, and that's what he did now. Faith things. "Dispatch to 55-David."
Do something to make it stop. Do something to make it-.
" 55-David to Dispatch " For a moment the world tilted on it's axis again, Bosco rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had not just heard his own voice over the intercom. It had not just happened, if he realized that, maybe it would stop. It wasn't him. It wasn't him. It wasn't-.
" 55-David what is your location?"
" We are.. where in the hell are we?"
Yep, defiantly him. He heard a soft mumble before his own voice returned.
" We are heading west on broad pipe drive."
Bosco's confusion lifted enough for him to smirk at that. That was what Faith would say when they were sitting here. Under this bridge.
" 55-David, 55-Charlie is requesting your assistance on a domestic at 2134 Hennerly."
" 55-David Responding ."
Bosco frowned, he remembered this. That's what this was, a memory. A memory from about a week before Faith died. Why this memory? He racked his brain for a moment before shaking it off. He toyed with how to make it stop. He could get out of the car. He could drive away he could-. He could pick it up.
" 55-David to Dispatch! We need a bus at this location. Suspect is down. We need a bus at this location." Bosco blinked at the radio, tracing his hand over it for a second.
" Copy 55-David."
" Stupid Jack-off's ." He grinned. picking up the radio turning it over in his hand. "Awh shit. The lights still-. Good job Bosco good freakin'.. Yokas! I can't get the light to go off!" He yelled, this wasn't part of the memory. This was the part that didn't make sense. He heard it every time. It was the only difference. " Hey Davis can I have my partner back, please!"
Impusivly, Bosco reached out and pressedthe button.
" 55-David to.." He rolled his eyes a little. Way to think it through Boscorelli . " 55-David."
" What the hell..?" He heard him lean out the window. " Faith I told you there's something wrong with damn thing!" He listened to himself smack the receiver. Then he heard her.
"KEEP YOUR PANTS ON!" Faith yelled back. He felt the tears well up in his eyes everytime. Every time. If this was going to make it stop, this maybe the very last time.
"55-David do you copy?" He whispered softly, waiting for the spell to break.
" Yeah.. I copy.. Who the hell is this ?" Came his own surly reply. Bosco froze, that wasn't supposed to happen.
" 55-David what is your location?" He asked tentatively.
" Who the hell is this?"
" 55-David this is .." Shit! Shit! Shit!. " 42-Bravo I was umm.. Listening to your conversation and it sounds like you're having fun over there." He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. " 55-David can you um.. Give me the time and date?"
" It's 1823, May 15 ." He told himself.
" Uh.. I-." Bosco bit his lip. " Can you tell me the year?"
" The..? Faith! I got some Whack Job on the damn radio now who doesn't' know it's 2002 could you maybe get your ass-." Something cut him off mid-sentence. Her.
"Boz seriously, I'm coming." He could hear the car door open as she slipped in. "I was being helpful you should try it some time."
"Faith, talk to the wack job on the broken radio."
"What?"
"Wack job." He listened as his former self tapped against the intercom.
"Listen there's been some kind of miss understanding." He sniffed , drawing his hand across his tear soaked face.
"No don't worry about it. My partner has no people skills." Faith laughed.
"Hey!"
"I'm gonna go get some coffee. You want somethin' ?"
"You're gonna leave me with the Wack Job?"
"I think you're safe, Boz." Bosco tried to picture the smile on her face, as he heard the car shut.
"Jesus."
"Your partner sounds nice."
"What's it to you?" He could hear the protectiveness heavy in his words.The message was clear: Don't mess with Faith.
"Nothing."
"Who'd you say you were with again?"
"It's not important. Take care of her okay?"
"Listen Buddy I don't know what you're trying to pull here but you-!"
"No. Hey.. it's not.." Bosco took a deep breath and leaned back against the head rest. He wondered what his shrink would say about him arguing with his halucinations. "I.. I lost my partner a while back. I just-. Don't take her for granted that's all."
"I.. Sorry man.. I'm.." He could feel the other man's uneasiness. He knew what that was, it was the weight of reality. The weight of the very idea of loosing Faith. He'd hated that feeling. Now he missed it. The reality of loosing her was worse."I don't know what I'd do if-. No wonder you don't know the fuckin' year."
"I better get going." He told his younger self. "Take care 55-David."
"Yeah." He heard the car door open.
"You still talkin' to your new friend?"
"Nah."
"Here."
"I didn't ask for-."
"Nah but you need it."
"Thanks."
"How would you every survive with out me?"
"Don't say stuff like that."
"What'd he say to you?"
"Nothin'."
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
He swallowed hard, wiping his nose with his sleave before pulling out from under the bridge. It was getting late and he needed to get home.
"Hey." Bosco burst through the door, dropping his things and moving across the room.
"Hey Uncle B." He asked tussling the fifteen year old's hair. Charlie pulled forward out of his grasp and continued with the video game.
"Did you clean your room?" Bosco took his guncase out and slipped it into the hall closet.
"Yeezs."
"Did you do your homework?"
"Yeezs."
"Did you order Pizza instead of eating the healthy dinner I made you?" Charlie turned his green eyes towards him remorsefully.
"Yeah?"
"Thank God." Bosco tossed the frige open and pulled out the half empty pizza box. "Now go to bed."
"Uncle B!"
"Go to bed." Boz said quickly. "Your sisters coming in early tomorrow. I want us to go to breakfast before we do the thing."
Charlie froze, turning slowly back towards him.
"I know you don't want to. I know you don't, but Dr. Hennesy thinks-."
"I don't care what your shrink says."
"Charile.."
"I don't care."
"Do this for me." He sighed. "Do it for Emily."
"Fine." The young man's head bobbed down.
"Goodnight."
"Yeah."
"Hey!" Bosco waited until the boy had turned around before walking over to him and pulling him against his body. He pressed his lips into his hair. "I love you, Kid."
"I love you too, Boz." It hit him, just like it always did when someone called him that.
Only Faith called him that.