[Fading Memories]
[Chapter 4]
By Raisin
[Disclaimer -
Jimena, Serena, Catty, Vanessa, and all characters from the DotM books along with the original concept of Daughters and Followers belong to
Lynne Ewing. The words and plot are mine, don't take them. Additional characters were all created by me, and are mine.
Author's Note -
Wow oh wow oh wow! ^^ I'm so happy people like this fic. I'm sorry if I burned Chris into people's brains. O.o I didn't mean to, sorry.
I have had to rewrite this dang author's note FOUR times. It's getting annoying. Oy. Anyway, my life's been getting really busy! Sorry this
chapter took so long to get up -- hopefully number five should be a bit faster. But writing from Vanessa's POV is much harder than Jimena's!
Music for this chapter? 3 Doors Down finally worked for Vanessa. O.o I tried everything, and no music ever worked. Grrrrr. Sorry this is a
bit short, I ran out of inspiration. --;]
"Neona!" Vanessa called, laughing. She sighed, and stood up from the lawn chair, shaking her head at her two-year-old daughter. The
little girl wore a pale pink bathing suit, and was running around in the sprinklers. She'd just tried to push the dog into the sprinklers,
and Vanessa was forced to go help the poor dog.
Neona struggled in her mother's grasp. She tried desperately to squirm out of Vanessa's arms as the woman turned off the water and
picked up a fuzzy, blue towel. "Spinkers!" She yelped, tears welling in her baby-blue eyes.
"All done for today, honey." Vanessa responded, drying Neona's light brown hair with the towel and picking the girl up. "Why don't
you and I go get a snack?"
"Snack?" Neona asked with a sniffle. "Cookie cookie cookie!"
"Yes," Vanessa laughed, "Cookie."
Vanessa carried her daughter into the small duplex, and set her down once they were in the living room. For a single mother Vanessa
thought she was doing rather well. She'd just bought new (well, new to Vanessa and Neona) furniture in a beautiful sage green color, and the
TV was by no means cheap. Grabbing a box of cookies out of the top cupboard, Vanessa handed Neona two cookies and grabbed a large handful for
herself. Neona giggled and sat down at the kitchen table, munching away happily.
"You okay, sweety? I've got to get some work done, do you want me to put on cartoons before I do?"
"Toooons!" Neona clapped her hands, accidentally dropping her cookie onto the table, where it broke into a few peices. Neona made a
little shrugging motion, and shoved one of the crumbling pieces into her mouth. Vanessa rolled her eyes good-naturedly and walked back into
the living room to put cartoons on television for Neona.
After popping a neon orange video tape into the VCR, Vanessa set up 'camp' in her office. She left the door open so she could keep
half an eye on Neona, while still concentrating on the designs she was working on. She pushed the power button on the computer, and sat down
on the leather chair without grace. That's when she noticed she was still wearing her sun hat, and it fell to the floor when it hit the back
of the chair. Vanessa was leaning over to pick it up when the phone rang.
"Selene Interior Decorating, this is Vanessa speaking. Can I help you?"
"Yo, Vanessa. It's Chris."
"Hey? Why are you calling on my work line? What's up?" Vanessa asked with worry. Her business line was kept for only important calls,
to keep things more professional.
"Guess whose in town?" Chris' clear voice rang with excitement.
"Unless it's Hypno, not interested. I refuse to date anymore of your friends, Chris. No offense, but so far they've all been slightly
stupid."
"Awwww. Was Andy really that bad?"
"Yes." She answered sharply, recalling Andy's endless droning. She groaned at the thought.
"Well, sorry to get your hopes up, but Hypno isn't in town until next month. Buuuuuut . . . Another old friend is back in Chicago. I
saw Jimena at Planet Bang a few nights ago. We talked on the phone about an hour ago. We're going to lunch. Wanna come?"
"Eh . . ." Vanessa hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Jimena -- she did. Vanessa remembered Jimena fondly, up until
those last few months of what Vanessa liked to think of as her 'youth'. But she was so busy with work, and what about Neona?
"Come on. It'll only be an hour or so, and you can bring your daughter. We're just going to McDonald's, that's a kid-friendly
atmosphere, right?" Chris coaxed.
"About as friendly as they get, now-a-days." Vanessa sighed. "I don't know. How long is she in town?"
"She could leave at any moment!" Vanessa could almost see Chris' face as he caked on the drama. Vanessa twirled in her chair,
thinking it over. She DID want to show off Neona to her old high-school friends, and she could work on this tonight. Then Neona would be in
bed, too, and with a couple cups of coffee . . .
"Which McDonald's and what time? I'll see if I can make it, but don't wait for me. Okay?"
Vanessa made a mental note of the time and place, then replaced the phone to it's hook. She looked in at Neona, and then got to work.
[Chapter 4]
By Raisin
[Disclaimer -
Jimena, Serena, Catty, Vanessa, and all characters from the DotM books along with the original concept of Daughters and Followers belong to
Lynne Ewing. The words and plot are mine, don't take them. Additional characters were all created by me, and are mine.
Author's Note -
Wow oh wow oh wow! ^^ I'm so happy people like this fic. I'm sorry if I burned Chris into people's brains. O.o I didn't mean to, sorry.
I have had to rewrite this dang author's note FOUR times. It's getting annoying. Oy. Anyway, my life's been getting really busy! Sorry this
chapter took so long to get up -- hopefully number five should be a bit faster. But writing from Vanessa's POV is much harder than Jimena's!
Music for this chapter? 3 Doors Down finally worked for Vanessa. O.o I tried everything, and no music ever worked. Grrrrr. Sorry this is a
bit short, I ran out of inspiration. --;]
"Neona!" Vanessa called, laughing. She sighed, and stood up from the lawn chair, shaking her head at her two-year-old daughter. The
little girl wore a pale pink bathing suit, and was running around in the sprinklers. She'd just tried to push the dog into the sprinklers,
and Vanessa was forced to go help the poor dog.
Neona struggled in her mother's grasp. She tried desperately to squirm out of Vanessa's arms as the woman turned off the water and
picked up a fuzzy, blue towel. "Spinkers!" She yelped, tears welling in her baby-blue eyes.
"All done for today, honey." Vanessa responded, drying Neona's light brown hair with the towel and picking the girl up. "Why don't
you and I go get a snack?"
"Snack?" Neona asked with a sniffle. "Cookie cookie cookie!"
"Yes," Vanessa laughed, "Cookie."
Vanessa carried her daughter into the small duplex, and set her down once they were in the living room. For a single mother Vanessa
thought she was doing rather well. She'd just bought new (well, new to Vanessa and Neona) furniture in a beautiful sage green color, and the
TV was by no means cheap. Grabbing a box of cookies out of the top cupboard, Vanessa handed Neona two cookies and grabbed a large handful for
herself. Neona giggled and sat down at the kitchen table, munching away happily.
"You okay, sweety? I've got to get some work done, do you want me to put on cartoons before I do?"
"Toooons!" Neona clapped her hands, accidentally dropping her cookie onto the table, where it broke into a few peices. Neona made a
little shrugging motion, and shoved one of the crumbling pieces into her mouth. Vanessa rolled her eyes good-naturedly and walked back into
the living room to put cartoons on television for Neona.
After popping a neon orange video tape into the VCR, Vanessa set up 'camp' in her office. She left the door open so she could keep
half an eye on Neona, while still concentrating on the designs she was working on. She pushed the power button on the computer, and sat down
on the leather chair without grace. That's when she noticed she was still wearing her sun hat, and it fell to the floor when it hit the back
of the chair. Vanessa was leaning over to pick it up when the phone rang.
"Selene Interior Decorating, this is Vanessa speaking. Can I help you?"
"Yo, Vanessa. It's Chris."
"Hey? Why are you calling on my work line? What's up?" Vanessa asked with worry. Her business line was kept for only important calls,
to keep things more professional.
"Guess whose in town?" Chris' clear voice rang with excitement.
"Unless it's Hypno, not interested. I refuse to date anymore of your friends, Chris. No offense, but so far they've all been slightly
stupid."
"Awwww. Was Andy really that bad?"
"Yes." She answered sharply, recalling Andy's endless droning. She groaned at the thought.
"Well, sorry to get your hopes up, but Hypno isn't in town until next month. Buuuuuut . . . Another old friend is back in Chicago. I
saw Jimena at Planet Bang a few nights ago. We talked on the phone about an hour ago. We're going to lunch. Wanna come?"
"Eh . . ." Vanessa hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Jimena -- she did. Vanessa remembered Jimena fondly, up until
those last few months of what Vanessa liked to think of as her 'youth'. But she was so busy with work, and what about Neona?
"Come on. It'll only be an hour or so, and you can bring your daughter. We're just going to McDonald's, that's a kid-friendly
atmosphere, right?" Chris coaxed.
"About as friendly as they get, now-a-days." Vanessa sighed. "I don't know. How long is she in town?"
"She could leave at any moment!" Vanessa could almost see Chris' face as he caked on the drama. Vanessa twirled in her chair,
thinking it over. She DID want to show off Neona to her old high-school friends, and she could work on this tonight. Then Neona would be in
bed, too, and with a couple cups of coffee . . .
"Which McDonald's and what time? I'll see if I can make it, but don't wait for me. Okay?"
Vanessa made a mental note of the time and place, then replaced the phone to it's hook. She looked in at Neona, and then got to work.
