Title: To Shatter the Silence is the Greatest Sin, Chapter Three: The past always comes back to haunt ya...
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for emotional scenes and mild cursing... (I think the "f" word is in here twice somewhere. I don't mind it, I just rate them for the kiddies...)
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst
Distribution: My Site, IMFanfic list, and FanFiction.net; anyone else, just ask.
Summary: Darien finds an old friend.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Status: WIP
Author's Notes: This is an AU story. Another thing: Casey *is* in the story, but her part is a bit different than originally written by the I-Man writers.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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The past. It always comes back to haunt you. You can roll it up and stick it in a box; you can hide it in your closet, but it doesn't matter what you do. It'll always come back for you.
Darien's past has always haunted him. Now, even more so. Now that I'm back in his life for the time being, he thinks of nothing but the little things he calls sins. I call them stepping stones.
He thinks he wronged me in our marriage, but I've got news for the boy: I loved him completely, faults and all. I still do...
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Casey.
For a long time, I hated her. Just because she seemed to have some kind of hold on Darien that I didn't. I knew they were sleeping together. I'll say it again, I wasn't stupid. But I turned that blind eye again, and I lost him.
Casey showed up on my doorstep one day in tears. I asked her if I knew her and she told me that I should. She proceeded to tell me about their meetings and their friendship and how they met.
My first reaction told me she was lying and that she had the wrong house and that she was wrong, she was dreaming.
But my instinct was wrong. Darien was cheating on me. She told me things that only a lover could know.
I was completely and totally crushed. We stayed separated for about five months, until I couldn't take it anymore.
I knocked about fifteen times on his hotel room door. "Darien? Darien, please, please open the door! Please, goddamnit! We need to talk!" I yelled. People began to file out of their rooms to stare at me, but I paid them almost no mind. "Darien, if you don't open this fucking door, I'm going to break it down, and then we'll both be even more pissed off!"
Well, that got him up to open the door. "What do you want, Dorian? *You* kicked *me* out, remember?" he said, a multitude fo unshed tears brimming in his eyes.
"Yes, I remember, but we need to talk about this. We *need* to work this out," I pleaded. I gave him my best pleading eyes and pouted as well as I could.
"Fine, come in, before someone calls the cops on ya," he opened the door to let me in.
"Thanks," I walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Darien, I want to apologize for kicking you out. I'm sorry, but I needed the time to think about this."
"Yeah, I got that. But I should apologize too. I'm the one who screwed up. Dorian, I love you with all my heart, and I screwed up. I really fucked this one up, and I'm so damned sorry," he spoke softly, with his face turned towards the window. He looked vulnerable in the soft lighting of the hotel room. He looked incredibly sexy in nothing but sweatpants.
I stood up and placed my hands on his shoulders and ran them down his arms around his waist as I kissed his shoulder. "I love you, Darien. But, you do it again, and I'll kill you," I whispered to him.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, baby," he said turning around. He gently took my face in his hands and kissed me with passion even I hadn't felt from him before. I must've missed this more than I realized.
We checked out of the hotel room two days later.
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That was seven months before he was arrested.
Darien never cheated on me again. I never cheated on him. We were good for another six months. Then he started to go very mysterious on me. He was kinda estranged for three weeks before he was caught.
I started getting suspicious somewhere around the second week, and I started asking him everyday how he was, what he was doing all day by himself.
He was between jobs at that point and I was still in school, studying for my masters in criminal behavior.
I never even saw it coming, I didn't see the arrest, I saw nothing. I blamed myself in a lot of ways. I could hear people coming and going at all hours of the day and night at the apartment across the hall. I knew something was going on there, but I never even picked up on it when Darien started coming home smelling like bars and cigar smoke. I noticed the smell, don't get me wrong, I just thought he might've actually gone out and looked for a job.
Our marriage wasn't perfect, but it was a good, stable one. When I think of Darien's criminal career, I like to think he was only trying to take care of me, trying to provide for me. But in the end I have to believe in pure selfishness. I know Darien, and I loved him for all his faults and selfishness.
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"Two hot dogs and two Diet Cokes," I order at the stand in the park.
"Ok, six dollars, ma'am," the girl says. I pay her and take the food.
"Thanks, baby," Darien says, beginning to chow down on his hot dog.
I look at mine and suddenly feel not-so-hungry. "Dare, what's going on here? Why are you working for Charlie Borden? Why do you have to take shots? Why do you have a Keeper? I need some answers here, Darien," I say in one breath.
"Ok, first, slow down, you still need air, honey."
"And stop it with the 'honies' and the 'babies'; I have a name, please use it."
"Ok, Dorian, I'm not working for Charlie Borden 'cause I want to. I have to take shots or I go insane. I have a Keeper to administer said shots. Any other questions?"
"Yeah, what the hell is going on here?!?!"
"Oh, yeah, have you ever heard of the QS9300 project?"
"Rumors, nothing else. I've heard that it was terminated, but that was months ago."
"Well, you're looking at the project."
"You? What? How?"
"Yes, me. Kevin was one of the developers on the project. He put the gland in me to get me out of jail."
"Oh, well, why the shots?"
"Well, another scientist on the team was moonlighting as a bio-terrorist. Or maybe it was the other way around. Anyway, Arnaud de Thiel sabotaged the project creating something we like to call 'quicksilver madness.'"
"Quicksilver? Oh, the stuff that makes you invisible?"
"Yeah. Arnaud killed Kevin a year ago. I've come so close to killing Arnaud so many times only to have him get out of it."
"Killed Kevin? A year ago? Kevin called me about six weeks after you were tranfered to Soledad."
"Huh? I bet Arnaud was looking for me. He wants the gland in my head."
"Well, why not just let him have it?"
"Because it can't be removed without killing me. So, I'm more than happy to leave it in for now. Claire's looking for a way to safely remove it."
"Oh, well, how's life going? Do you have anyone special in your life?"
"How can you ask that? You're my wife!"
"No, *you* divorced *me*, remember? I've dated a little. Half-heartedly, but still..."
"Yeah, there was one chick. But she died. She was on the wrong side anyways. She worked for the bad guys."
"What was her name?"
"Allianora."
"Pretty name. Was she pretty?"
"Yeah, yeah, she was beautiful. But she was dull compared to you. No one ever compared to you. Not even Casey."
I can only hope that my wince was internal. "Why do you bring her up?"
"I know you were thinking about her."
"Who are to presume to know what I am thinking about?"
"I was your husband for seven years, Dorian. I beg you, let's put all this crap behind us and start fresh. Move in with me. Join the Agency. Bring that light that belongs only to you back into my life." He gets down on one knee and holds my hands in his. "Be my wife again, Dorian. I still love you, and seeing you again has made me realize that I still need you. Please, Dori, marry me again."
I am utterly shocked. But I can refuse him nothing. I never could. "Yes! Yes, yes, I will marry you!" I shout and throw my arms around his neck. He picks me up and swings me around three or four times before he sets me back on the ground.
"Let's go back to my place, ok?" he whispered, brushing the windswept hair out of my face.
"Ok," I whisper. I kiss him and kiss him and wish this moment would never end, but I know that more passion, more love, more happiness lies ahead on the path my heart has lain out for Dairen alone to travel. I only wish that we had the rest of our lives to travel it together...
TBC.... Still wondering? Is anyone still out there?
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for emotional scenes and mild cursing... (I think the "f" word is in here twice somewhere. I don't mind it, I just rate them for the kiddies...)
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst
Distribution: My Site, IMFanfic list, and FanFiction.net; anyone else, just ask.
Summary: Darien finds an old friend.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Status: WIP
Author's Notes: This is an AU story. Another thing: Casey *is* in the story, but her part is a bit different than originally written by the I-Man writers.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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The past. It always comes back to haunt you. You can roll it up and stick it in a box; you can hide it in your closet, but it doesn't matter what you do. It'll always come back for you.
Darien's past has always haunted him. Now, even more so. Now that I'm back in his life for the time being, he thinks of nothing but the little things he calls sins. I call them stepping stones.
He thinks he wronged me in our marriage, but I've got news for the boy: I loved him completely, faults and all. I still do...
************
Casey.
For a long time, I hated her. Just because she seemed to have some kind of hold on Darien that I didn't. I knew they were sleeping together. I'll say it again, I wasn't stupid. But I turned that blind eye again, and I lost him.
Casey showed up on my doorstep one day in tears. I asked her if I knew her and she told me that I should. She proceeded to tell me about their meetings and their friendship and how they met.
My first reaction told me she was lying and that she had the wrong house and that she was wrong, she was dreaming.
But my instinct was wrong. Darien was cheating on me. She told me things that only a lover could know.
I was completely and totally crushed. We stayed separated for about five months, until I couldn't take it anymore.
I knocked about fifteen times on his hotel room door. "Darien? Darien, please, please open the door! Please, goddamnit! We need to talk!" I yelled. People began to file out of their rooms to stare at me, but I paid them almost no mind. "Darien, if you don't open this fucking door, I'm going to break it down, and then we'll both be even more pissed off!"
Well, that got him up to open the door. "What do you want, Dorian? *You* kicked *me* out, remember?" he said, a multitude fo unshed tears brimming in his eyes.
"Yes, I remember, but we need to talk about this. We *need* to work this out," I pleaded. I gave him my best pleading eyes and pouted as well as I could.
"Fine, come in, before someone calls the cops on ya," he opened the door to let me in.
"Thanks," I walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Darien, I want to apologize for kicking you out. I'm sorry, but I needed the time to think about this."
"Yeah, I got that. But I should apologize too. I'm the one who screwed up. Dorian, I love you with all my heart, and I screwed up. I really fucked this one up, and I'm so damned sorry," he spoke softly, with his face turned towards the window. He looked vulnerable in the soft lighting of the hotel room. He looked incredibly sexy in nothing but sweatpants.
I stood up and placed my hands on his shoulders and ran them down his arms around his waist as I kissed his shoulder. "I love you, Darien. But, you do it again, and I'll kill you," I whispered to him.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, baby," he said turning around. He gently took my face in his hands and kissed me with passion even I hadn't felt from him before. I must've missed this more than I realized.
We checked out of the hotel room two days later.
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That was seven months before he was arrested.
Darien never cheated on me again. I never cheated on him. We were good for another six months. Then he started to go very mysterious on me. He was kinda estranged for three weeks before he was caught.
I started getting suspicious somewhere around the second week, and I started asking him everyday how he was, what he was doing all day by himself.
He was between jobs at that point and I was still in school, studying for my masters in criminal behavior.
I never even saw it coming, I didn't see the arrest, I saw nothing. I blamed myself in a lot of ways. I could hear people coming and going at all hours of the day and night at the apartment across the hall. I knew something was going on there, but I never even picked up on it when Darien started coming home smelling like bars and cigar smoke. I noticed the smell, don't get me wrong, I just thought he might've actually gone out and looked for a job.
Our marriage wasn't perfect, but it was a good, stable one. When I think of Darien's criminal career, I like to think he was only trying to take care of me, trying to provide for me. But in the end I have to believe in pure selfishness. I know Darien, and I loved him for all his faults and selfishness.
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"Two hot dogs and two Diet Cokes," I order at the stand in the park.
"Ok, six dollars, ma'am," the girl says. I pay her and take the food.
"Thanks, baby," Darien says, beginning to chow down on his hot dog.
I look at mine and suddenly feel not-so-hungry. "Dare, what's going on here? Why are you working for Charlie Borden? Why do you have to take shots? Why do you have a Keeper? I need some answers here, Darien," I say in one breath.
"Ok, first, slow down, you still need air, honey."
"And stop it with the 'honies' and the 'babies'; I have a name, please use it."
"Ok, Dorian, I'm not working for Charlie Borden 'cause I want to. I have to take shots or I go insane. I have a Keeper to administer said shots. Any other questions?"
"Yeah, what the hell is going on here?!?!"
"Oh, yeah, have you ever heard of the QS9300 project?"
"Rumors, nothing else. I've heard that it was terminated, but that was months ago."
"Well, you're looking at the project."
"You? What? How?"
"Yes, me. Kevin was one of the developers on the project. He put the gland in me to get me out of jail."
"Oh, well, why the shots?"
"Well, another scientist on the team was moonlighting as a bio-terrorist. Or maybe it was the other way around. Anyway, Arnaud de Thiel sabotaged the project creating something we like to call 'quicksilver madness.'"
"Quicksilver? Oh, the stuff that makes you invisible?"
"Yeah. Arnaud killed Kevin a year ago. I've come so close to killing Arnaud so many times only to have him get out of it."
"Killed Kevin? A year ago? Kevin called me about six weeks after you were tranfered to Soledad."
"Huh? I bet Arnaud was looking for me. He wants the gland in my head."
"Well, why not just let him have it?"
"Because it can't be removed without killing me. So, I'm more than happy to leave it in for now. Claire's looking for a way to safely remove it."
"Oh, well, how's life going? Do you have anyone special in your life?"
"How can you ask that? You're my wife!"
"No, *you* divorced *me*, remember? I've dated a little. Half-heartedly, but still..."
"Yeah, there was one chick. But she died. She was on the wrong side anyways. She worked for the bad guys."
"What was her name?"
"Allianora."
"Pretty name. Was she pretty?"
"Yeah, yeah, she was beautiful. But she was dull compared to you. No one ever compared to you. Not even Casey."
I can only hope that my wince was internal. "Why do you bring her up?"
"I know you were thinking about her."
"Who are to presume to know what I am thinking about?"
"I was your husband for seven years, Dorian. I beg you, let's put all this crap behind us and start fresh. Move in with me. Join the Agency. Bring that light that belongs only to you back into my life." He gets down on one knee and holds my hands in his. "Be my wife again, Dorian. I still love you, and seeing you again has made me realize that I still need you. Please, Dori, marry me again."
I am utterly shocked. But I can refuse him nothing. I never could. "Yes! Yes, yes, I will marry you!" I shout and throw my arms around his neck. He picks me up and swings me around three or four times before he sets me back on the ground.
"Let's go back to my place, ok?" he whispered, brushing the windswept hair out of my face.
"Ok," I whisper. I kiss him and kiss him and wish this moment would never end, but I know that more passion, more love, more happiness lies ahead on the path my heart has lain out for Dairen alone to travel. I only wish that we had the rest of our lives to travel it together...
TBC.... Still wondering? Is anyone still out there?