A/N:
Darkness: Yes! They shall definitely be doing back to Springwood, it really wouldn't be Freddy Krueger without Springwood, I'd imagine even Fred would be confused at the accent and word choice of Scots. I honestly didn't realise how bad we were until I began writing this lol.
JustAWrestlingDream: yay! Lol. I told you it wasn't the end ;P
So, I'm not sure of exact dates of birth for any of the characters in A Nightmare On Elm Street, only a rough cover of the year, so, since we know the fire was in the late 60's (I'm saying 1969 for purposes) I took my dads age (1964) for Katherine/Maggie's age and sort of worked things out from there. Also, I'm not exactly sure upon how children from aged one and up act, as it has been a good 12 years since either of my sisters were that age! Lol, so I'm going on what I've been told and how my friends infant son acts.
Oh yeah. Wean - Child.
14 Months later:
Maggie Burroughs sat at her oak breakfast table and ran a hand through her hair once more, reading over the letter for what seemed like the millionth time. Since her last time in Springwood, Maggie had really made some progress in life, on her basis anyway. Her small time boyfriend, had grown into a serious relationship, and they'd now been married for just over six months, which she couldn't be more happy with. Sure, it had been a little later than most people get married, but she'd gotten there. Her mother had been ecstatic, finally being able to plan a wedding for her daughter. She'd also made peace with her mother, for hiding the fact she had been adopted, it had taken her a small while to accept it, but she finally was able to see that her mother had been trying to protect her, how could she fault her for that? Especially when she'd faced what her mother had been so adamant to protect her from. Twice.
However, with being a little late in everything, Maggie believed it was now too late for children, which was why she threw herself into her job even more. Her now husband, Gary, hadn't minded, infact he'd supported her. But now, she found herself in a bit of a sticky situation.
A new homeless shelter had opened across town, which was now where most of the teenagers went, so the shelter had been closed, due to lack of funding, resulting in Maggie losing her job. She did have a solution, it was right here in her hands, but she wasn't sure. Westin Hills Psychiatric Hospital had offered Maggie a job, as well as helping her find accomodation. The job was good pay and decent hours. The only problem was the fact she'd have to move to Springwood. She wasn't sure if she could handle the pressures of moving back to her hometown, every time she had went back, hadn't resulted well. She'd kept a close watch on any news coming out from Springwood, surprised when she found nothing of real interest. Mostly articles consisting of finacial matters. The town seemed to void of any teenage disappearances, suicides or accidents of any kind. Maybe he really was gone.
She took a sip of her lukewarm coffee, pulling a face. She'd sat here for longer than she'd thought. With a sigh, she put down the letter in her hand, trudging up stairs to Gary and herselfs shared bedroom. He wasn't in bed. She jumped as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
"Morning." Gary kissed her cheek, chuckling. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Morning. And you just startled me, that's all." Maggie settled back against him.
"I missed you this morning, where were you?"
She turned her head to look at her husband. "I was in the kitchen. I was just thinking things over."
He cocked an eyebrow. "About that job? Maggie, you don't have to work anymore, you know that, we've got everything we need."
Maggie felt a clawing feeling in her stomach. Yes, of course she knew she didn't have to work, but she wanted to. She was only forty-eight. She wasn't over the hill quite yet. "Gary, you know I want to work. It just gives me something to do during the day, you're out working, I'll be bored sitting in. Besides, I'm far too restless to not work."
He smiled, catching the stubbornness in her eyes. He knew Maggie wouldn't quit working yet.
"Alright, I know. Dumb suggestion. Have you made any decisions yet?"
Maggie sighed, shaking her head. "Not yet."
His smile widened a little as he looked at his wife, her head bent. She looked so innocent, like none of the bad things he'd heard about had ever happened to her, she had a seemingly vulnerable appearance at times, though he knew all too well, Maggie was a fighter and she could look after herself, which was why he loved her. She wasn't afraid to challenge him. And besides, for someone at the age of forty-eight, she still looked good. Sure, she had a few, though not many, aging lines and her dark brown hair had one or two stray greying hairs,which she covered with a hair dye, but she still looked good. She was healthy and kept herself fit and it showed.
She spoke once more, bringing him out of his thoughts. "I think, I'm going to take the job."
"And move to Springwood?"
She nodded, looking up. "Yes. And move to Springwood."
"I can't believe that my little brother is going to be eighteen." Sean shook his head.
"I can't believe you're twenty-three! You're an old cunt." Jason teased.
"Hey! I only just turned twenty-three. You'll be twenty-three!"
"Yes, but the difference is, I'm still twenty-two. You're not."
Sean pulled a face. "Shut up! Anyway, I was talking to Cheryl, and she mentioned she was going to visit her aunt, who just so happens to live in Springwood, well the edge, but still in Springwood. And it's the Monday after we leave. So, neither of you will be gone from Callie."
"Cheryl has an aunt in Springwood?"
Sean's reply was cut off from a loud bang outside. The two boys exchanged glances before turning to the window in time to see a fire work fade from the sky. A small whine came from the corner, where their 10 month old German Shepard, Rinty, lay.
Jason threw the window open, leaning out of it, addressing the small group who were in the street, holding more fire works.
"Here, pal, do you mind taking them round the corner or some shit? I've got a wean trying to sleep in here."
Sean scrutinized the group. They looked between eighteen and twenty-five. Why the hell were they playing with fireworks.
"Aye, no bother, mate." One said, giving a nod.
Jason come back in, closing the window once more.
"They looked a little old to be playing with fireworks...Where did they even get fireworks?" Sean asked, shooting a glance at the window.
"No clue, Sean." Jason shrugged.
The boys jumped as another firework sounded, this time, hitting the window. Rinty jumped from his bed, his hackles raised, shaking and barking furiously. A wail indicated that Callie was now awake. Jason flung the window open once more, watching as the group laughed.
"YOU, YAH CUNT. YOU'RE DEAD, PAL." He moved from the window, sprinting out the front door before Sean could say anything. Sean went through to calm Callie down, before asking the next door neighbour, who he was rather friendly with, to watch her while he went to find Jason. He ran into the street, looking round. It was empty, both the group and Jason had disappeared. He growled, before running down the street, stopping when he came to the park at the end of the road.
"Come on then, you fuckin' bellend." Jason held his arms out, directing this at the person who stood at the front of the group. "C'mon then! You're hard enough to chuck fireworks at my fuckin' window, c'mon."
Sean let out another growl. No way was he getting in a fight. "Jason! Move!"
Jason ignored the shouting coming from behind him.
"Look, pal. We're no wanting any trouble." The boy at the front said.
"Well you've fuckin' got trouble."
"No, they don't." Sean pulled Jason's arm. "Move it."
Jason shot one last glare at the group before turning, going to walk away with Sean.
"Prick!"
Sean sighed. They had gotten so close to walking out.
Jason turned. "What? What'd you fuckin' say?"
"Nothing!" The boy replied, holding up his hands in surrender.
"Aw, did you no say nothing, naw? Did you no?" Jason right hooked the boy, catching him in the mouth, causing the boy to fall down. "Fuckin' thought you didn't say anything."
Sean shook his head as the rest of the small group scattered. "Jason, fuckin' move. Now! Your daughters scared out her wits."
Jason turned, looking Sean up and down. "You leave her in on her own?"
"No, she's next door. You can move your arse back home though."
Jason turned, walking away from the boy who was still on the ground, heading back up the street at Sean's side. He stopped half way, wiping his hand against the wall, a look of disgust on his face.
Sean stopped. "What is it?"
"He bit me." He wiped his hand on the wall once more.
"Well, you smacked him in the teeth! What'd you expect?"
"..I might have rabies now."
Sean snorted, shaking his head. "You're a head-case."
They walked back up the street without any interruptions, collecting Callie from the neighbours.
The small girl's light brown hair was messy with tossing while asleep, her blue eyes were still watery, a bottle clamped firmly in her mouth. She held out her arms to Jason, silently demanding to be picked up. Jason took her off of their neighbour, while Sean thanked her for her trouble. Callie lay her head against her dads shoulder, playing with her hair, like she always did when she was tired, a trait she had picked up from her mother. It was the only time she quiet.
Sean closed the door behind them with a sigh. "You could have gotten hurt there, you idiot."
"But I didn't." Jason sat down, Callie still clinging to him.
"But you could have. Imagine you'd have gotten really hurt, Jason. Then what? You've got a kid, a fourteen month old baby, you can't go running after groups of twats."
"He deserves that hit!" Jason shot back defensively.
Sean growled in frustration, dropping into the space next to Jason. "I'm not saying he didn't, what I am saying is, Jase, if those lads hadn't have run and had decided to fight back, you could have been seriously hurt, and you can't afford to be putting yourself in those kinds of situations. I don't reckon Cheryl would be ecstatic about bringing Callie to visit her dad in a hospital. That kid thinks the world of you, do you really want her in that enviroment? And that's just her. I'd be crushed if I had to visit you in hospital, again. It's a scary experience."
"Eh, I didn't think of it like that."
"Exactly, that's why I'm saying, Jase. You gotta think."
Jason nodded. "Right. I'll think before I do something from now on."
Sean was kicked awake, a small foot now planted firmly on his shoulder. He glanced at the clock, 6 am. He groaned as the small child started bouncing up and down on him, using the headboard for support. He sat up, placing her in the space between him and Jason and nudged Jason's shoulder "Hey, your daughters awake."
"Time is it?" Jason muttered.
"6 in the morning."
"Fuck my life." Jason sat up, trying to calm Callie, who was bouncing once again, giving up after a wasted ten minutes. "Fine, fine. We'll go get you breakfast."
"Have fun." Sean called after them, settling back down, resulting in Jason flipping him the two fingers.
Callie ran through to the livingroom in front, before looking back at Jason and running again.
"I'm not chasing you." He entered the kitchen and retrieved a small, plastic bowl from the cupboard, filling it with ceral and milk. "Right, miss. Breakfast."
Jason opened the front door and moved aside for Cheryl, who stepped inside.
- Just call Hana, she'll be there. Moo, baa, double quack, double quack, come on now, let's get cracking-
She looked over her shoulder at Jason. "I'm guessing she's watching T.V?"
Jason nodded. "Yeah, I swear, those shows are the worst thing in the world. In The Night Garden especially."
"Aww, Callie loves In The Night Garden though! Especially Iggle Piggle." She entered the livingroom and bent down, holding her arms open. "Hi baby!"
Callie turned at the familiar voice, running to her mother and wrapping her arms around her neck. Cheryl straightened up, Callie in her arms. "Where's Sean?"
Jason flung himself onto the couch. "In his bed."
"What? At this time? " She raised her eyebrows. "It's almost midday! Lazy sod!"
"Yeah, she's had me up since six, mind."
"Why didn't you put her back to bed?" Cheryl sat over from him.
" Cause she wasn't having it. She's been a mad rocket all day." He watched as Callie scrambled off her mothers knee and stood infront of the T.V once more, engrossed in the cartoon on the screen.
"Aw! Watch this." Jason picked up his phone, playing the first song the list came to, which happened to be The Question Is What Is The Question by Scooter. He turned his attention to his daughter. "Callie?" She turned to face him. "You dancing?"
A grin split onto the childs face. "Aye!"
Cheryl burst into fits of laughter as she watched her daughter shake her head and whole rear, boucning up and down on the spot in an attempt to dance. "Callie, are you a mummys girl or a daddys girl?"
Callie looked between her parents. "No."
"That answer your question?" Jason asked, turning off the music.
Cheryl tutted, pulling out fresh clothes from a small bag, a small Celtic football top among the pile.
"Eh, excuse me, you're not putting that on my daughter." Jason said, pointed towards the top.
"What?"
"That...Thing. Eh, Callie? Tell mummy, I'm Rangers 'til I die, I'm Rangers 'til I die, I know I am, I'm sure I am, I'm Rangers 'til I die."
"Jason, stop being ridiculous." She raised an eyebrow. "We both know that Callie will be a Celtic supporter, like her mother and granparents."
"No danger, pal."
"She will be! Besides, I couldn't take her to my parents in a Rangers shirt, they'd never let us in..Well my dad wouldn't."
Jason rolled his eyes. "Fine." A silence fell upon them as Cheryl tried to change and dress Callie with some difficulty.
"Sean was saying you two are going to America to visit his maw?" She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear buttoning up Callie's vest.
"Aye. He said you were going out there around the same time." Jason handed her the shirt, which Callie had threw to the other side of the room.
"Yeah, I'm going to see my aunt." Cheryl looked up at him. "If you want, you can take Callie over with you, since you usually have her on the weekends anyway, if you want."
"Sure." Jason nodded.
"One last thing." Cheryl said, letting go of a squirming, finally dressed, Callie.
"What?"
"Get your lazy-assed boyfriend to stop being rude and drag his ass out of bed to come say hello to his friend!"
Jason snorted, before getting off the couch, making his way through to the bedroom.
"Sean?" He nudged him. "Sean, wake up." Either he was being ignored, or Sean really couldn't hear him. He tried a few more times before getting annoyed. Jason grabbed the pillow from the opposite side of the bed and smacked Sean with it. "Oi! Lazy cunt! Get up."
Sean grabbed the pillow off of Jason, throwing it to the side. "Are you out your mind? What the fuck, man?"
"It's past 12, Sean. Plus, Cheryl told me to wake you up."
"If Cheryl asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?" Sean asked as he sat up.
"Well, no. But it was quite funny waking you up. So, you know." He caught sight of the glare. "...It was Cheryl's idea."
"Springwood? Are you sure?" The blonde haired woman asked, an uneasy look crossed over her face.
Maggie scrutinized the younger woman infront of her. Tracy and herself had formed a firm friendship years ago and still continued their bond to this day. Tracy was her girl outlet, the person she felt comfortable around, bar Doc, obviously, but there was some things even Doc shouldn't hear about. She'd seen Tracy grow from the trouble teenager, to the independant young woman she was now. Tracy was also now in a long-term relationship with a charming man, Carl. Although they hadn't married, Tracy had two children to Carl, something which surprised Maggie, she hadn't ever imagined Tracy letting anyone close to her, but he'd managed to somehow slip through her barriers.
"Yes." Maggie confirmed. "I've kept an eye on the news, I really think he's gone."
Tracy raised a skeptical eyebrow. "I hope you're right, Maggie. I'm truly pleased for you, that you've been able to find a suitable job so quickly, but Springwood, I don't know."
"I'll be fine." Maggie reassured, waving her hand as though she was wiping away the doubts. "You know I will. I can look after myself."
Tracy gave a small nod, doubt still eating her insides. She hoped Maggie knew what she was doing, and that she was right.