Disclaimer: Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Pairings: Many. A lot of undertones too.
Warning: Things might be a little AU and some things will change but not drastically…I don't think.
Summary: After four years, Bevin Mirskey is coming home with some surprises of her own.
The Truth in Believing
Chapter 1: The Clarity of Chasing Demons
Let it go, Our lives are made
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in,
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain
Little Wonder- Rob Thomas
Bevin Mirskey never really understood the concept of demons. While growing up, she understood that they were one of the many things that went bump in the night. She would often get nightmares that reinforced her belief that the demons wanted to eat her for a midnight snack. Most of the time, Bevin woke up screaming. Her mother would then rush in and amidst all of the sobbing and gasping for air; Bevin would retell the nightmare to her mother. Her mother always sang her soft lullabies while caressing her soft blonde hair.
Bevin came to the realization that her hair would become her worst nightmare. Once in high school, all Bevin wanted to do was fit in. She wanted popularity and she wanted to be remembered. She met her first friend Theresa. Theresa had brown hair but acted like she had blonde. Bevin started acting too. She discovered that she was good at acting. She stayed that way all throughout high school. A ditzy comment here and there. She would smile when she heard the comments about her…making it seem like they didn't hurt her. They did. Every jab thrown at her she felt the knife twist just a little bit deeper.
Those four years came and went. She witnessed the heartbreak, fights and drama that came along with attending high school. She made friends and memories that she would never forget.
Bevin Mirskey fell in love. He was everything she ever wanted. He understood her.
The day after graduation, while the sun shined brightly through the curtains and the birds chirped loudly, Bevin glanced at the man underneath the covers, wrote a note, placed it on the pillow next to him and quietly left after she got dressed. She stopped by her house. Her mother was sitting outside with three suitcases surrounding her. Bevin and her mother placed the suitcases in the trunk of their SUV and looked at each other.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Her mother asked. She wrapped her arms around herself. The older Mirskey was in her sky blue robe and fuzzy white slippers.
Bevin nodded slowly. "I have to."
"What about Skills?"
She knew her mother was staring at her intently. Bevin felt a sharp pain in her chest. She wondered when he would be waking up. Would he hate her? Probably. "I left him a note." Bevin answered honestly.
"Oh, Bevin." Her mother gathered the eighteen year old in her arms and hugged her tightly.
They were interrupted by the front door slamming shut. Bevin looked up in time to see her father wince. "I always do that." He said. He clapped his hands and looked at the two blonde women in a tight embrace. "How come I wasn't invited in on the family hug?" He walked over and embraced his wife and daughter.
A few minutes later, after saying goodbye, Bevin got into the passenger seat and waved to her mother through the windows. She laid back in her seat and listened to her father ramble on. She mentally whispered a goodbye to Rivercourt as they drove by it. She stared at the You Are Now Leaving Tree Hill sign. Tears burned her eyes. Bevin blinked rapidly. She wouldn't cry.
It wasn't until her plane was in the air that she allowed herself to shed tears.
For the past four years Bevin Mirskey had been living in New York City with her aunt Margaret, uncle Simon and her two cousins Bethany and Noah Mirskey. The Mirskey's in New York City lived in Upper Manhattan. Bevin traveled the distance to NYU where she studied Journalism.
It was a month and a half into her stay in New York City when Bevin started feeling ill. She threw up everything she ate and became moody. She knew the symptoms. She watched Haley James Scott go through them. Grabbing her purse and youngest cousin, they made their way to the local corner store. Four pregnancy tests later and the responses were all the same.
Bethany was young but was too smart for her own good. She told Bevin to schedule an appointment with the family doctor. She did. Bethany went with her. Bevin clung to her twelve year old cousin when the doctor called in and told her the results. Her aunt and uncle supported her and her mother was on the next flight to New York City when Bevin finally told her.
Bethany was with her every time she held the phone and punched in the numbers she memorized. The younger blonde was with her every time she didn't go through with the phone call.
On June 17th 2008, Marcus Antoine Mirskey was born. Bevin burst into tears when she held him in her arms. His skin was dark. He had his father's mouth and nose. Bevin had a feeling that he would have her eyes.
Bethany squealed with delight and stayed next to Bevin's side. Her mother watched from the doorway with a soft smile.
When Marcus opened his eyes and stared at his mother, Bevin felt all the pieces fall into place. Everything and everyone faded away and all Bevin could do was look into the light blue eyes of her son.
Their son.
They passed the sign saying Welcome To Tree Hill, two hours ago.
Bevin pulled into the parking lot of the local grocery store. She glanced in the rear-view mirror and blew a raspberry at her son when she caught his eye.
He laughed loudly. "Mama!"
Bevin smiled brightly. She turned her head to face the sixteen year old blonde girl in the passenger seat. She was staring blankly out of the window. "Beth?" Bevin asked.
"It's not my fault." Bethany whispered.
Bevin took her keys out of the ignition and turned around in her seat. "Of course it's not you're fault, Beth. What he did was wrong. Plain and simple." Bevin let out a sigh. "I know that Tree Hill is a huge difference from New York but maybe it'll be good for you. To forget about everything that happened."
Bethany nodded slowly. "I think I'd like that." She hastily wiped her eyes. She turned her focus to the grocery store. "Why are we at the grocery store?"
Bevin shrugged. "I figured we might as well do the grocery shopping now. We were driving past it anyways."
"What about the luggage?"
"A little exercise never hurt anyone."
"I help!" Marcus yelled from the back seat.
"Of course you will." Bevin said to her son. "Mama and aunt Beth need all the help we can get."
"Amen to that." Bethany muttered.
The three Mirskey's stepped out of the car. Bethany waited on the side while Bevin grabbed her son's hand and they walked toward the busy grocery store.
Three aisles over and Bevin could hear the voices of her son and cousin.
"I want Moon Mist!" Marcus yelled.
"Mark, come on! You know Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough is the best!" Bethany argued.
Bevin shook her head. She left them to their dispute while Bevin searched for the other items they needed. She was putting cereal into the grocery cart when she heard someone call her name.
"Bevin?" The voice was low and husky. Bevin would recognize it anywhere.
Bevin twirled around and faced her friend and former cheerleading captain. "Brooke!"
Brooke Davis wrapped her arms around the blonde and held her tight. "Holy crap!" Brooke said. "How are you Bev?"
Bevin nodded and smiled. "I'm good, thanks." She looked Brooke up and down. "God, you're still gorgeous. How's the fashion industry treating you?"
Brooke sighed. "I'm taking a little break right now. You know, collecting myself, finding myself, whatever," They were silent for a few moments. "It's weird, isn't it?"
"To be back in Tree Hill?" Bevin asked. "Yeah, it is."
"What have you been up to?" Brooke asked.
"Journalism at NYU." Bevin answered. She took in a deep breath. 'It's now or never Bevin.' "I also have a-"
"Mommy!" Marcus yelled, running down the aisle. He wrapped himself around her left leg. "I missed you."
"God, little man, and what am I? Chopped liver?" Bethany wondered loudly walking towards them.
"I love you too, auntie."
Bevin turned to look back at Brooke and found her staring intently at her son. She watched Brooke's face go through different emotions. First was surprise. Next was confusion and then understanding. She jerked her face to Bevin's. "No way."
Bevin nodded. "Yeah."
"Does he know?" Brooke asked.
Bevin shook her head. "I tried…so many times Brooke, but I couldn't." She paused. "I was afraid that he would hate me."
"You left so suddenly. I mean, we all did, but…Bevin, he…oh God. He's going to freak."
"I know."
Brooke stared at Marcus who looked up at her and smiled. "Hi." He said shyly.
"Hi," Brooke started. "My name is Brooke."
"I'm Marcus."
"I'm Bethany." Bethany piped in. Bethany frowned. "Are you Brooke Davis?"
"Yeah, I am."
"I so love your clothes." Bethany said.
Brooke smiled. "Thank-you." She looked at Bevin and hugged her again. "I've got to go meet Peyton, we'll all get together soon, okay? And don't worry, my lips are sealed."
"Thanks Brooke." Bevin whispered.
"That's what friends are for." Brooke told her. She waved to Bethany and Marcus and turned the other way.
"We got Moon Mist and Cookie Dough." Bethany said.
Bevin nodded. She felt a lump in her throat. She looked down at her son. He untangled himself from her legs but grabbed her hand. She squeezed his hand lightly. He squeezed her hand back. Bethany came to stand next to her on her other side and shrugged her shoulders.
During the trip to Tree Hill, Bevin had second thoughts. She was tempted to turn the car around and drive back to New York. Looking at Bethany, she knew that she couldn't do that. The sixteen year old had been through enough in New York. Everyone had agreed it would be better for her to leave her demons behind.
It was later on at night, after they finished unpacking and making phone calls. It was after they made dinner and ate. It was after they laughed and yawned. It was after; Marcus crept into Bevin's room proclaiming that he couldn't sleep well in his own bed. It was after Bethany came treading into Bevin's room saying that she had a nightmare. It was while Bevin was stroking Bethany's blonde hair that Bevin realized; while Bethany was running away from her demon's, Bevin was about to face hers.
So I love Bevin and I'm kind of pissed that they're not showing her in Season five nut oh well. Here it is. I hope that everyone likes it and I'm sorry for any grammatical errors!
Thanks for your time.
Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Sincerely,
Goldsilve02
P.S. So some may be confused. I understand that. Here's some facts. Bevin, Bethany and Marcus are living in Bevin's old house. Bevin's parents are living in Paris. (That information will come later). Bevin is a journalist. Both Bethany and Marcus will be starting school come Monday. (i.e. next chapter). Hope that clears up some stuff. Thanks again for your time.