Title: A Mother's Perspective
Author: Yodeladyhoo
Summary: What happens when a mother runs out of steam? What happens when that mother is Fae?
Genre: Fantasy
Pairings: Jareth/ Mary Sue ( OC )
Rating: K +
disclaimer (dĭs-klā'mər): noun
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2. denial of any connection with or knowledge of syn: disavowal
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All rights are reserved, but not by me. This short story is a work of fiction. All original characters in this story are fictional, but based on actual persons. Said persons have been contacted and their permission to use their resemblances has been granted. This means, if I didn't talk to you about this, it's not you in this.
Maurasoon is mine.
Plea for Reason: Okay, so this is total wish fulfillment. It is a very different perspective than from anything I've seen on here. Just try it on for size. LEAVE ALL EXPECTATIONS HERE.Gary Elbridge could visualize his wife now. He just hung up the phone after calling her to inform her that he would not be able to pick up the twins. He could hear the annoyance in her voice. When she got annoyed, her Irish accent resurfaced just a bit, just enough to remind him that she wasn't native to this country. But more than her expressive voice, Gary knew the true window to his wife's emotions were her eyes.
Besides her mahogany hair, Mary's eyes were the most incredible feature he had ever seen. Her eyes enchanted him with their complexity. Gary had never seen multi-toned brown eyes before. Her irises were light brown ringed in dark brown. Green flecks with something else—silver?—were embedded in them. Gary sighed as he imagined his wife's face, the rings in her eyes darkening with her frustration, her brow furrowing, her lips tightening as she digested the information she was just given. That isn't so bad. He knew that Hell hath no fury as when Mary Sue's eyes were green.
"Guys, you need to be quiet back there! I'm not in the mood to visit the hospital today as a patient."
Mary sighed. She did that a lot these days. "Kids," she thought, "Whatever was I thinking!" She looked up from the road at the sky. She felt the way it looked; threatening and menacing. She hoped that she would make it home before it started to rain. Having to dry off four kids after the day she just had was not something that she was looking forward to.
It had been a busy day. Three case reviews in the morning, court in the afternoon, pick the kids from school (including the twins) then off to soccer practice. Through some re-ordering of time, she managed to get through her day without being late. Now, they were on their way home. From there, she had to prepare dinner (thank goodness she had the foresight to cook two dinners of chicken and two meatloaves last weekend), oversee baths and then put the kids to bed (thank goodness it was Friday and homeworks could be checked tomorrow morning.) After that, she needed to clean up after dinner, clean the guest bathroom and put fresh sheets on the guest bed for Mother Elbridge's visit this weekend.
"Oh, I need to remember to call the florist." She rubbed the center of her forehead with her fingers as she slowed down for a red light. The clouds were lowering, forcing the barometer to drop which allowed for her sinuses to expand. She definitely did not need the weather to help her with a headache when she thought about Mother Elbridge. Mother Elbridge was more of a handful than her children combined. No amount of pampering and catering to was ever enough. Her insistence of her name should have warned Mary of her mother-in-law's insecurity issues. Everyone had to call her Mother Elbridge, Gary being the only exception. He was allowed to simply call her 'Mother'. The septuagenarian had a permanent sour expression on her face. Even the children running and laughing to greet her could not elicit a smile from her lips. How her loving husband overcame his childhood puzzled Mary. However, he did it and she was grateful for it.
The kids were at it, again. Rachel was whining for ice cream now. Earlier, it was for nachos with cheese from the field house canteen. Bobby was 'flying' his airplane over his twin's head, causing Rachel to whine about that, too. Tommy, who was exhausted from practice, was looking out the window, commenting on the passing scenery to himself. Maxine was updating her to the latest gossip from the fifth grade. If someone were to write down Maxine's monologue, there would not be any punctuation marks. The girl spoke in a run-on sentence.
Mary sighed. She was very nearly at the end of her proverbial rope. No amount of study in becoming a family intervention professional could have granted her what she needed now. No insights from Piaget, Ericson, or Gillian could sway her. Not even the parenting gurus of Brazelton, Sears and the venerable Dr. Spock could help stop her from turning around in her seat and shouting,
"SHUT UP!"
As much as Mary hated the clichéd opening line to too many murder mysteries, she loved the actual event. The power of a furious thunderstorm always invigorated her constantly depleted stores of energy. There was magic in the air on nights like this and she loved to tap into it.
Tonight was particularly draining. Apart from the day she had, it was only a precursor for the evening. The children were just getting on each other's nerves, except for Tommy, who fell asleep in his bath. Gary blithely read a book and went to bed early to be well rested for his mother's visit tomorrow.
It was only Mary awake at—she looked at the clock—11:50 P.M., cleaning the guest bedroom as the storm raged outside. She had already placed the dusty rose colored sheets onto the bed. She made sure that she shook out the bedspread of rose and gold colored brocade to be sure that there was a minimum of dust on it. She would ask Rachel and Bobby to vacuum the room and Tommy to dust the end tables, headboard, and dresser in the morning before Mother Elbridge arrived. There was also a modern chair upholstered in the same brocade as the bedspread. Mother Elbridge was a stickler for matching patterns. The only input that Mary had in the room was the style of the furniture. All the pieces were of cherry wood, the back of the chair swept around to form the armrests, while the headboard made an upturned crescent on the wall. Needless to say, Mother Elbridge hated her selections.
The roiling clouds of the storm were no match for Mary's seething emotions. She was feeling indignant, slighted, taken advantaged of, and frustrated. Not only did her family not help her this evening, the children tested her patience and her husband was oblivious. She longed for retribution, a return for all of her expenditures of time, effort, and energy. She tried to vent her fury in scrubbing the commode. The bowl gleamed under the lights, but Mary's fury still raged.
She knew of a way to get what she wanted.
I mustn't say the words
She knew who could help her get back what she needed.
I mustn't, I mustn't
It was a desperate measure but, right now, she felt that no one in this world understood her. Right now, she didn't care the cost.
I mustn't say…I wish…I wish…
Mary rested her hands heavily on the edge of the sink. As the lightening flashed outside, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Her eyes were green.
I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now!
"Goblin Prince, Goblin Prince, wherever you may be, I wish for you to appear right before me!"
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