I do not own American Horror Story: Freak Show.
And I'm really trying to figure this one out.
Jimmy, Not Moses
Don't Look Back
"Oh baby, am I have ever happy to see you!"
Desiree Dupree's crow echoed over the stillness of the camp as she caught sight of her tall, handsome beau, Angus T. Jefferson.
She had earlier gotten Jimmy to drive her on his motorbike into town.
To call her man in the dead of night, awakening him from a slumber no doubt ripe with luscious dreams of her and her voluptuous body.
And then grudgingly return to the site of the massacre to retrieve Dot and Bette as well.
Nonetheless, her man had arrived in a timely fashion and now stood in the headlights of his sleek, fine automobile.
She strutted out to him now, throwing her arms out wide and gifting him a loud smooch as showy as any of her performances.
He kissed her back and then nodded cordially to Jimmy and Bette and Dot.
"Evening, folks."
Desiree tucked an arm through his muscular one, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Angus turned to her slightly, his hand on hers.
"And now, my dear, what has changed your mind so abruptly that you call me up in the middle of the night to ask me to come get you for good?"
She smiled wider, winking over at their rapt audience.
"Oh honey, there is no time like the present to start a new life, don't you agree?"
Angus T. Jefferson grinned dotingly at his outlandish woman.
"Well, of course, honey. If that's how you feel, I can sweep you off to the court house tomorrow."
He winked.
"Unless of course you want to find a nice little wedding dress and set up an entire shindig for the occasion."
Desiree's eyes practically glowed at the tempting prospect but then she laughed loud and long.
"Oh hell no, honey! The quicker we get to the marryin', the quicker we can get to the honeymoonin'!"
She lightly smacked his rear and cradled up closer to him as he redirected his attention once more to the less dramatic members of their gathering.
"And what about you fine folks? Any plans?"
Jimmy couldn't think of a single thing to say in the light of all the brash and bold words Desiree had thrown into the cool night air.
Fortunately, Bette and Dot came to the rescue.
"Oh, I think it's time we left too."
"But we wouldn't say no to ride in your car to get us started on our way."
Angus T. Jefferson smiled and waved them toward his shiny, black vehicle. Then paused and looked back toward the camp.
"Don't think I've ever seen it quite so quiet here. No show tonight?"
Sick dread held them in its cold grip for a moment until Desiree burst forth again into performance.
"Oh, honey, they are all partied out. Sleeping like the dead, they are."
Jimmy felt his guts churn at Desiree's turn of the phrase.
Damn, she's tough. I don't know how she does it.
But he did really.
It was her way of laughing in the face of her terrors and nightmares. Denying them their control over her, weakening them so she could rise up strong and survive.
And he found himself admiring her for it.
"I've got an extra room at my house," Angus offered warmly in his deep rumbling voice as he drove through the empty night. "If you fine folks would like to spend a night or two."
Bette thought she saw Desiree Dupree glance over unhappily over at him for a moment before affixing her expression into something more compassionate and congenial.
She doesn't want us there with them.
Of course she doesn't, we'll be a reminder of all that's happened here.
But we need a place to stay for a while.
I guess she'll just have to deal with it then.
No more than a week, sister.
A week. Sounds like a plan.
"We wouldn't want to impose," Dot replied automatically for the benefit of the beginning-to-sulk Ms. Dupree.
She thought she saw a flash of relief momentarily pass over the three breasted woman's face before she once more wiped it away as the gentleman next to her responded once more.
"Oh, no imposition at all, ladies. Right, darling?"
Angus patted Desiree's knee kindly as the twins watched as her rally, plastering a generous smile on her strained face.
"Of course, not, honey. What are friends for? Though I'm sure our guests wouldn't want to stay cramped up in our teeny little house for more than a few days."
Angus seemed a bit taken aback.
"Teeny? So you think my humble abode is a bit too small then?"
And there Desiree was again, gamely trying to keep up with the decorum and good manners so infrequently celebrated outside the freak show world.
'Oh honey pie, no. It's just right for the two of us," she amended smoothly. "But, uh, the honeymoon might make it feel a bit too small for our guests.'
She trailed luxuriant finger down his face as the man driving smiled at her suggestive nature.
Bette glanced over at Dot.
Classy and sophisticated?
Not so much as she thinks.
And they repressed their sniggers once again.
"Then maybe I'll just whisk you away to a Tampa honeymoon for a few days and let them housesit for us. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
He glanced back at Dot and Bette smiling agreeably as Desiree practically glowed with excitement.
"A honeymoon?!" she cooed. "Oooh, you sugardaddy, you!"
And she curled up next to him, now openly running her red painted fingernails all over his body. The well suited man chuckled as he drove and Desiree murmured seductive whispers into his ears.
I wonder if they know we're still back here?
If they don't and she gets him too riled up, we'll crash for sure.
After all that's happened, that might be a bit of a kick in the teeth.
I couldn't agree with you more, sister.
But they couldn't resist sharing a hidden smile between them at the absurdity of the entire situation.
I wonder what Jimmy Darling thinks of all this?
Jimmy Darling didn't appear to think much of it at all.
He was asleep in the seat next to them, wooden hands limp in his lap, tousled head leaned back against the headrest.
Bette reached out and brushed his face with the palm of her hand. Jimmy made an unintelligible sound in his throat, turning a little into her caress. His face relaxed from its hard, pinched expression into something slightly softer.
Do you think he's going to be okay?
As much as we are, I suppose.
And they rode on through the dark night in the company of Angus T. Jefferson and his cooing ladylove, Desiree Dupree.
Angus T. Jefferson's blue painted house stood among other similar ones along a quiet, humble street on the outskirts of Jupiter.
It was small, he had been telling the truth.
A sparse kitchen with clean, white counters and sturdy appliances. Tiny Formica table with a chair next to a small, slightly smudged window.
Set off from a comfortably furnished sitting room with a scarred coffee table, armchair, and couch. A standing radio against one wall and a small black and white tv set on a metal stand against another.
A few pictures on the white walls of older people closely resembling Mr. Jefferson himself.
Plain simple privacy curtains at the windows in each room.
Two bedrooms holding a bed, nightstand, and dresser in each.
Small, clean bathroom separating them.
Snug little office den in the back of the house barely big enough for a desk, chair, and reclining couch.
Backyard harboring hanging clothesline and a modest shade tree.
The simple pad of a self-proclaimed bachelor.
Which Ms. Desiree Dupree would undoubtedly waste no time putting her finishing touches on.
Bette and Dot and Jimmy thought it was just fine as it was.
Because it was a roof over their heads.
And their friends had not recently died there.
See, I told you. A little lighter.
And don't get me wrong, I believe Bette and Dot are upset as well about the fate of the carnies. But they have always had each other and now that they're really united (metaphorically, haha), I think they heal faster and find comfort in each other.
And besides, that's Desiree all over, don't you agree? *rolls eyes*
Thanks to brigid1318, Jurana Keri, autumnrose2010, haily94, and Gracious Guest (Yay! Glad to see you again! Speaking of Asylum, I wrote for Kit and Jude twice if you're interested) for showing up for this new story. You guys are great! :)
Thanks as well for Mlppace for adding your support to this tale.
And yes, GG, husband is recovering nicely. He's enjoying being off work and playing video games and not experiencing debilitating chronic pain. Yay! And thank you so much for asking!
