title: Loyalty
author: Tayfilly
rating: PG-13
summary: Maureen is involved in a crime investigated by the SVU.
author notes: This story takes place during Maureen's freshman year at college. Please review, or email tayfilly@yahoo.com – questions, suggestions and comments welcome and appreciated.
disclaimer: I created a few of these characters, but anybody you recognize is, of course, owned by the fine folks at SVU.
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Hudson University Freshman Housing/December 2/4:48 PM
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Hunched over her laptop on the bed in her dorm room, Maureen tapped the 'return' key desperately and emitted a moan. "I HATE HudWeb!"
Her roommate, Tessa, was curled up with her huge Shakespeare textbook on her bed across the small room. She laughed sympathetically. "What's wrong with it now?"
Maureen sighed. "Oh, it STILL won't let me register for that photography class next term." She flopped dramatically back against her pillows. "And now the whole stupid thing is frozen. UGH."
Tessa sat up, slamming her book shut with a crack. "Double ugh. Me and good ol' Bill Shakespeare are NOT getting along today."
Maureen sat back up too, turning to face her roommate. "Screw this studying business."
"Easy for you to say. I have an exam on As You Like It on Friday."
"That's three whole days away," Maureen replied, flicking her wrist dismissively. "You'll be fine." She turned back to her computer, which had finally calmed down and escaped from the frozen grip of the Hudson University student services network. "Hey, look. I just got an email from my dad."
Tessa was staring despondently at the ceiling. "Yeah? What's he say?"
Maureen was reading along. "Whoa, he sent it like, two minutes ago." She laughed. "He says he's getting off work in half an hour and he and his partner are going to get dinner at Tony's and he wants to know if I want to meet them."
Tessa wrinkled her forehead quizzically. "Why didn't he just call you?"
Maureen snapped her laptop shut and slid off the bed, smiling. "He's weird about that … he loves to email me. Which is funny because when I was in high school he used to SNOOP through my email."
Her roommate laughed aloud. "Your dad is SUCH a cop!"
"I know," sighed Maureen. She walked over to the mirror, examined a spot on her chin that was threatening to become a zit, and twisted her hair back. "Well, I think I'm going to go. Do you wanna come?"
Tessa sat up. "I wish. I said I would babysit for Professor Pressman."
"Ewww," groaned Maureen, rifling through the hangers in her closet for her lavender sweater. "I hate that guy. You shouldn't babysit for him anymore."
"I know, I know. But I don't want to just stop all of a sudden, you know? He might get pissed or something." Tessa had Professor Pressman for her modern poetry class and had agreed to babysit his two daughters when he'd asked a few months ago. The kids were fine, but she'd discovered that the professor was asking her to babysit while he went out with another undergraduate in the class on nights that his wife, a doctor, was working.
Maureen was contemplating whether she would need a scarf for the winter evening, and if so, which one. She held two different ones under her face, comparing.
Tessa scoffed. "Oh, they're both pretty, Maureen. You look hot in everything."
Maureen rolled her eyes. She knew she was pretty – she looked like her mom, and her mom was pretty. But Tessa was pretty gorgeous herself, with big green eyes, chestnut hair and clear skin, even though she didn't seem to realize it. "Maybe I won't take one. It's not that cold anyway."
"What?! It's freezing out there! Take a scarf, for God's sake," protested her roommate.
Maureen smiled – Tessa was from California and the onset of east coast winter had been kind of a shock – wrapped her black scarf around her neck, and headed out into the hallway.
She hurried down the stairs, through the dingy lobby, and out onto the street, where she was immediately glad she'd brought the scarf. She teased Tessa a lot for being a wimp about the weather, but it was definitely not warm out there, and the wind was beginning to blow along the corridors created by the tall Manhattan buildings, gaining speed as it left the river.
Maureen walked rapidly and was grateful to reach the subway entrance, which smelled like the usual mix of urine and garbage but at least was warmer, without any wind. Her train was pulling up just as she reached the platform, and she climbed on and rode for the two-stop ride to the pizzeria where she was meeting her dad.
TBC
author: Tayfilly
rating: PG-13
summary: Maureen is involved in a crime investigated by the SVU.
author notes: This story takes place during Maureen's freshman year at college. Please review, or email tayfilly@yahoo.com – questions, suggestions and comments welcome and appreciated.
disclaimer: I created a few of these characters, but anybody you recognize is, of course, owned by the fine folks at SVU.
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Hudson University Freshman Housing/December 2/4:48 PM
*****
Hunched over her laptop on the bed in her dorm room, Maureen tapped the 'return' key desperately and emitted a moan. "I HATE HudWeb!"
Her roommate, Tessa, was curled up with her huge Shakespeare textbook on her bed across the small room. She laughed sympathetically. "What's wrong with it now?"
Maureen sighed. "Oh, it STILL won't let me register for that photography class next term." She flopped dramatically back against her pillows. "And now the whole stupid thing is frozen. UGH."
Tessa sat up, slamming her book shut with a crack. "Double ugh. Me and good ol' Bill Shakespeare are NOT getting along today."
Maureen sat back up too, turning to face her roommate. "Screw this studying business."
"Easy for you to say. I have an exam on As You Like It on Friday."
"That's three whole days away," Maureen replied, flicking her wrist dismissively. "You'll be fine." She turned back to her computer, which had finally calmed down and escaped from the frozen grip of the Hudson University student services network. "Hey, look. I just got an email from my dad."
Tessa was staring despondently at the ceiling. "Yeah? What's he say?"
Maureen was reading along. "Whoa, he sent it like, two minutes ago." She laughed. "He says he's getting off work in half an hour and he and his partner are going to get dinner at Tony's and he wants to know if I want to meet them."
Tessa wrinkled her forehead quizzically. "Why didn't he just call you?"
Maureen snapped her laptop shut and slid off the bed, smiling. "He's weird about that … he loves to email me. Which is funny because when I was in high school he used to SNOOP through my email."
Her roommate laughed aloud. "Your dad is SUCH a cop!"
"I know," sighed Maureen. She walked over to the mirror, examined a spot on her chin that was threatening to become a zit, and twisted her hair back. "Well, I think I'm going to go. Do you wanna come?"
Tessa sat up. "I wish. I said I would babysit for Professor Pressman."
"Ewww," groaned Maureen, rifling through the hangers in her closet for her lavender sweater. "I hate that guy. You shouldn't babysit for him anymore."
"I know, I know. But I don't want to just stop all of a sudden, you know? He might get pissed or something." Tessa had Professor Pressman for her modern poetry class and had agreed to babysit his two daughters when he'd asked a few months ago. The kids were fine, but she'd discovered that the professor was asking her to babysit while he went out with another undergraduate in the class on nights that his wife, a doctor, was working.
Maureen was contemplating whether she would need a scarf for the winter evening, and if so, which one. She held two different ones under her face, comparing.
Tessa scoffed. "Oh, they're both pretty, Maureen. You look hot in everything."
Maureen rolled her eyes. She knew she was pretty – she looked like her mom, and her mom was pretty. But Tessa was pretty gorgeous herself, with big green eyes, chestnut hair and clear skin, even though she didn't seem to realize it. "Maybe I won't take one. It's not that cold anyway."
"What?! It's freezing out there! Take a scarf, for God's sake," protested her roommate.
Maureen smiled – Tessa was from California and the onset of east coast winter had been kind of a shock – wrapped her black scarf around her neck, and headed out into the hallway.
She hurried down the stairs, through the dingy lobby, and out onto the street, where she was immediately glad she'd brought the scarf. She teased Tessa a lot for being a wimp about the weather, but it was definitely not warm out there, and the wind was beginning to blow along the corridors created by the tall Manhattan buildings, gaining speed as it left the river.
Maureen walked rapidly and was grateful to reach the subway entrance, which smelled like the usual mix of urine and garbage but at least was warmer, without any wind. Her train was pulling up just as she reached the platform, and she climbed on and rode for the two-stop ride to the pizzeria where she was meeting her dad.
TBC
