Title: New York! New York!
Chapter 3: Visitors and Revelations
Author:
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story are mine. I am left my little fantasies of what would happen to these characters.
Summary: Miles invites Sabrina and Roxy to come to New York with him for three day weekend in fear of spending two weeks alone with his family. R&R
Author's Note: I don't really remember that episode, "Do you see what I see" and the story would probably have been better in the description of Mile's mother, if I remembered.
Category: Sabrina the Teenage Witch- G
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They watched her bend badger the paper pusher for information. "Miss, you have to fill out these papers."
"You're not listening to me! Goodman, Helen Goodman!"
"Control yourself, Mindy." She whipped around at the sound of the voice and several pairs of eyes were locked on him. "You going to tell us where she is?" He shoved his hands in the pockets of his suit. "If I knew where she was I wouldn't be standing here. Silent Bob over there won't tell me."
"You know, you're awfully cushy looking for a man whose wife is in the hospital!" He sat on a the bumpy plastic chair in the group, his face just as blank now as it had been when he was first spotted. She groaned at her father and turned back to the male nurse. "If I fill out this damn form, will you tell me where my mother is and found someone who can help us?"
"I can't make an guarantees, Miss." She threw the clipboard with the attached papers. "Damn it, where's my mother?" He looked shocked at her behavior… for someone who appeared full of bubble gum and strawberry gloss. Miles interjected her temper tantrum. "Look, find someone who can help us or my kick boxing sister's going to kick your ass." The male nurse exhaled and left his post behind the counter and made his way down the hall. Miles turned to meet his sister who looked stressed, if not aggravated and to his roommates, who looked increasingly uncomfortable and worried. He turned his attention to his indifferent father. "Why is she here?"
"She was hunched over my chair when I saw her. She said her head hurt and she couldn't see. I don't know what happened. I just called the ambulance." Mindy stood up and called out, "Where's the doctor?"
"This damn hospital won't tell me where anyone is. Why the hell are you kids asking so many questions?" He was standing up know, his glasses fogging a bit. They all sat and looked down at the floor, not because of his words, the tone or the anger, but simply because that was the only thing they could do.
Fifteen minutes had barely passed before almost everyone rose, in an effort to do something during the wait. Mindy had busied herself with scribbling at the forms. Mr. Goodman had gone in search of the male nurse that everyone had assumed was coming back and had yet to, and Sabrina had gone in search of a cafeteria, holding up her usual position as the one to feed everyone. Roxy, herself, had gone pounding at the coffee machine, dreading that silence would hit her. Miles, the only unoccupied one, jumped to his feet at the sight of the nurse. "Your mother is being tested right now."
"That's it? She's being tested?"
"As far as I know." He made the statement, and before Miles could ask another question he walked back down the hall. He exhaled and sat down again, running two hands through his hair, resting it there for a prolonged minute, with no attention of coming back up. "M&M?" His hands fell and he sat up, turning to the yellow paper bag she was handing to him. He reached in, pulling out the infamous green chocolate ball. "Thanks." There was silence again. "I'm sure she's fine."
"Yeah…."
"They just brought your mother up from testing." Mindy bolted over. "What room is she in, is she okay?"
"She's groggy from the medication they gave her in testing."
"What's wrong with her?"
"They have told me yet. The tests haven't come out, but uh…you can see her in…uh…room 306." She was took frantic to notice her father's uncharacteristic overdose of pauses in his speech and jolted to her mother's room. Miles held the M&M tight in his palm, holding it tight to his chest, his other arms hand supporting his head.
"This is all they had." Sabrina approached them with an armful of sandwiches coated in saran wrap. Everyone took one for their own, an extra on the empty seat waiting for Mindy's return.
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She laughed to herself, chuckling at the thought. "I don't think I'll ever forget that." Her mother's muddled voice filled the air next to her as they shared memories of past slipups and mistakes of hilarity. There was a silence again until a sniffle was heard. Mindy shifted in her chair and rose a little, hugging her mother. "I love you Mom." She could feel tears rolling across her skin and suddenly forgot whether they were hers or her mothers. "I love you too, Sweetheart."
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She looked over at the two slumbering girls sprawled across the benches by the coin consuming machines and over at the boy that was still holding the green M&M. He had been quiet for the longest time now it almost worried her. "Miles?" She whispered just barely, but he'd heard.
"I was seven when my dad got me a BB gun. He thought I was too girly because I didn't love fishing and hunting, and the maiming of animals as much as he did, but I didn't know that then. I loved him for getting me that gun. He taught me how to hold and shoot, but I lost control of it one day and I ended up shooting myself. He'd given me the gun, but he wasn't there to clean my cut… to make it better. She was. She hugged and kissed me, and told me that everything was going to be okay. I loved her for that." He stopped and again there was silence. "Maybe it's your turn."
"What?"
"To tell her that everything's going to be okay. To kiss her and make it better."
"You getting sentimental on me, Roxie?"
"It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, Goodman. Take it or leave it."
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"You're breaking the natural order of the world, Helen." She smiled slightly at the man that sat beside her. "I'm the one with the high cholesterol, the one with high blood pressure. I'm the one who eats all the fatty foods and never prayed a day in his life. This kind of thing isn't supposed to happen, not to you." He shook his head slightly as he said it and she took a hand slowly to his cheek. "Why…why… didn't you tell me?" His voice was caught in his throat as he choked on his words. "I didn't want to worry you, Gordon," her voice had returned to its usual softened tone. A tear slid across the hand he held and he reached to run a thumb with his free hand across her cheek. "My worrying is better than your dying, Helen." She smiled at him through tears of both their own and felt his embrace around her.
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She looked at the girl with the crumbled candy wrapper in her hands through the slits of her eyes. Slowly she sat up from the uncomfortable plastic chair, ran her hands down her leather pants and went towards the candy machine, herself punching out the code for a KitKat. She approached the chair next to the girl with M&M roaming around on her palm and tore open the red wrapper. She yawned and both heads turned at the loud start of a snore. They looked over at Sabrina and chuckled a bit. "I think we should get that home."
She rolled the M&M to her fingers and popped it into her mouth. They rose up, jackets on and poked at Sabrina until she was on her feet. She mumbled something and they led her from the waiting room. Mindy spotted her father coming from down the hall. "Where're you going?"
"We're going to leave now. I don't see why we should keep them here, I mean-" He cut her off. "Just go, Mindy." She turned to leave, but stopped on the impulse. "Dad, are you all right?" He shrugged. "I'm not the one who you should be asking that question. She furred her brows a bit before entering the elevator and watching the doors slowly close him off.
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She threw her head to the side slightly, attempting to rid some of her blond strands away from her face. She stopped lawfully at the light and looked back to the rear seat, where she saw Sabrina had fallen back into her sleep state. She tapped the wheel with her fingers and as casually as possibly asked the sill awake Roxie, "So…what's the deal with you and my brother?" Roxie looked over at her, taken aback. "What?"
"You and Miles. You know…Miles and you... the brother and the roommate. What's up?" She shrugged. "Well, I think you've pretty much said all there is to say about me and Miles, don't you?"
"So you're not dating?" Roxie's laughter was heard in the car. "Right…okay." She turned to her. "Seriously."
"Of course not!"
"Well, why not?" Mindy looked expectedly at her. Roxie laughed nervously under her stare and looked up at the red blaring at her. "I should really write a letter to your city commissioner about the length of their red lights. Something about them really screams 'traffic violation'."
"Hey, Listen Roxie, I'm just trying to help you be open to feelings here. Besides, it's been a long night of a death scare, a melodrama and a possible menagerie. Revelations are next on the list." She put her foot on the gas, going through the now green light.
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"Hey."
"Hey." She walked into the room, only turning the door enough for her entrance. She smiled slightly and walked to the nightstand where her mug stood. "I just came to get my mug. Wouldn't want you to end up drinking my cappuccino."
"It's cold. Wouldn't want you to suffer from hypothermia."
"How thoughtful of you." She sat down by him on the bed, placing her cup back on the stand. In the silence she noted the music and the fact that during her visits to his room it had always been on playing its soft versions of various. "How is she? Did you kiss her and make it better?"
"There's a tumor growing in her brain. They want to do some more tests before confirming if it's benign… but it looks good." He smiled when he said the last part and she smiled for him. "I'm glad." He sat back on his bed, staring up the ceiling. "I know." There was a long silence before he sat up. Her eyes were locked up at a few artificial stars on the ceiling in the blackness, her back resting against the headboard and fluffed dark pillows. She overheard the volume of the song going up and glanced over his spot on the bed and found him standing swaying and making…gestures. She laughed with the music. "What are you doing?" He turned, still moving. "I'm dancing!" She laughed again, louder. "Now I know why I've never seen you dance." He pointed at her, still swaying and called out, "Government induced criticism!" She laughed again, her side splitting. He spotted this and stopped his movements, stopping towering over her. "If you think I'm such a sorry dancer then show me what I'm doing wrong." Roxie gave him a sarcastic "Okay" look and stood up making her swaying and so called dancing movements. She heard his laughter over the music. "Oh yeah, that's a lot better than what I was doing!" She stopped, looking offended. "What?"
"That's not dancing! That's a spiritual awakening of the dead!" He said through blows of laughter that he attempted to stifle when she gave a painful punch in the arm that received a cry he had no breath to express. "Okay…okay… I'm sorry." He breathed several times between laughter, trying to collect himself and stop her from hitting him. "All right, so we're both bad dancers, we can be bad dancers together." He took her hand as she reluctantly accepted his gesture. She placed a hand on his shoulder feeling his hand rest on her waist, their bodies trying to rhythmically flow to the music. They were looking over each other's shoulders, the moment of laughter subsiding as tension built. Neither thinking, she felt his hands grow clammy and hers follow as he released her hand and ran his down her forearm to her side, symmetrical to the other. On impulse, her hands met one another around his neck and the two left footed beings stared at each other, too afraid to move, too comfortable to break the moment. So they stayed like that, staring into the other's eyes of brown specs and they danced.
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The whirs of melodies from the old clock radio filled the free air of the room. His hand unmoving, with that of his wife. He kissed her resting eyes, burying his head in her shoulder, falling into his own sleep.
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Many times I've been told that I should go
But they don't know what we got baby
They may not see the love in u the love I do
But I'll stay right here.
Sweet, sweet baby life is crazy
And there's one thing I am sure of
That I'm your lady.
Always baby
And I'll love u now and ever
Sugar wishes don't change what is real
Or how it feels
In the bad times
For whatever he is
He is mine all the time
And we'll get by with what we can
Sweet, sweet baby life is crazy
And there's one thing I am sure of
That I'm your lady
Always baby
And I'll love u now and ever
Sweet, sweet baby life is crazy
And there's one thing I am sure of
See I I'm your lady
Always baby
And I'll love u now and ever.
Baby would I ever lie to see
Just to let you lie to me
That becomes this thought together.
Baby so I'm here to stay
Cause I see that without you baby
I can't go any further.
Sweet, sweet baby life is crazy
And there's one thing I am sure of
That I'm your lady.
Always baby
And I'll love u now and ever.
Now and ever
Now and ever
Now and ever
My sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby now and ever… in love with you…
- Macy Gray
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The lyrics are a bit sketchy and long as hell since I had to listen close to the song and I'm still not sure if this is what she said, but anyway…cheesy, I know. But I couldn't help myself. The end…maybe, you know, if I feel like it.