Disclaimer: I do not have affiliation with NBC, Corday Studios or "Days of our
Lives". I do not own these characters, and never will.
Title: Time Between Trust
Chapter 2: The Best
______________________________________________
The warm shower beads dripped down my body as I stepped out of the shower. Light
beamed loosely from the single window in Bo's bathroom. I slung the showercap from
my head onto the nearest shelf and grabbed a towel from the rack, I wrapped it around
my body. I took a smaller towel from the rack and wiped the mirrors clean of the
shower dew, my reflection appeared back at me when I was finished. I didn't bother
paying too much attention to what I looked like, I had seen it all before and nothing
had changed. I looked down at the sink counter and noticed Hope had set some small bottles of
perfume there for me to use. Hope was such a nice woman. I picked up the tiny bottles and
read the labels --- body mist, tangerine. I sprayed some on my neck and realized I was
going to smell like a piece of fruit all day. I guess it would be nicer than smelling like
mud and dirt. I put the bottle back in its place and picked up a brush and started to brush
my hair, I didn't bother to watch myself in the mirror. My hair was shoulder length now after
Hope insisted I cut it, it was nicer this way --- it wasn't a tangled, matted mess. My hair
was a pretty color of brown now that I'd washed it clean and Hope had helped me get some
bangs in front of my face and have my hair straightened instead of curled. It was much nicer
this way, I decided. I dropped the towel from my now dry body and I turned towards the mirror
for the first time today. My features were perfect except for my face. I quickly turned away and
grabbed the clothes from the shelf Hope had put there for me. I quickly dressed and discovered
the jeans fit perfectly but the shirt was a little big. The clothes were much nicer though, then
what I was used to. I hung the towels in their place and made sure the shower was wiped clean. I
then left the safety of the bathroom and ventured into the house.
Bo and Hope's home was lovely. Well, technically it wasn't their house, but they were
staying here. The house belonged to an older woman by the name of Alice Horton ---
Hope's Gramma or "Gram" as she called her. Bo had told me he and Hope actually lived
on a boat house with their son Shawn Douglas. I'd never seen a house on a boat before,
but I hoped to someday since it sounded interesting. Anyway, Mrs. Horton's home was
perfect in every way. It was the kind of house one read about in magazines and such about
how the perfect families lived. It had an upstairs and a downstairs, filled with rooms full
of knicknacks and odds an ends that explained the family life that lived in this
old house through the years. The house had three bedrooms -- one for Mrs. Horton and two
guest rooms. Hope was staying in one guest room, I was in the other and Bo went back and
forth from Hope's room to the living room couch. Bo told me Shawn Douglas was seventeen
going on eighteen and he was more than happy to have the boat house all to hmself. I
was hoping to meet this Shawn Douglas one of these days. If he was anything like his father,
he'd make a nice friend. Even though the house was lovely and very comforting, I still felt
akward in a closed space. I was used to living outside and fending for myself, not being
served breakfest in the early morning. I knew sooner or later I'd have to get used to the
fact I wasn't going back to the swamp, nor was I going to be living in New Orleans...I was
going to be living here in Salem.
I ventured into the upstairs hallway and glanced into Mrs. Horton bedroom. The bedroom
was quite large and spacious, with a large bed in the middle. Shelves lined the walls
filled with books and special tresures Mrs. Horton had collected throughout the years. The
one object that caught my eye in the room was a big framed picture over the bed, it was a
photo of Mrs. Horton and her late husband Tom Horton. I'd only been staying at
the house for a couple of days, and I'd already heard all about this wonderful man who was
Mrs. Horton's greatest love and a honorable doctor for Salem. The picture showed the two
on their wedding day at the alter. It truely pictured the essence of happiness. I hoped to
be that happy one day.
As soon as I reached the stairs I heard music. I recognized the source immediately...it
was a piano. All my life my mother had made sure I had been privy to music and instruments -- I
had played the flute myself for years. I remembred Mrs. Horton had a grand piano in her front
room, and I wondered if she was the one playing such beautiful music. I made my way down the
carpeted steps, and stepped into the beautiful living room. The person's back was to me, but
it was obviously Hope...and she was playing the piano. It looked as if she was possessed by
something. I remembered thinking Hope looked a lot like my mother, but younger and certainly
not as strict. Hope's resemblance to my mother was uncanny...They could be twins. It was
funny how two people could look so much alike and yet be so different. I watched as Hope's
fingers moved over the keys like it was nothing. I stood there for a moment in awe. I realized
the piece of music she was playing was a set from Beethoven's Symphony. I found it hard to
believe she would know that particular piece. It was strange...my mother played the piano as
well for years.
I stood in the door frame of the living room until I saw Bo emerge from the kitchen. Ever
since Bo had rescued me from the swamp, he was my hero. Bo was rugged and handsome, with
dark black hair and strong features, he was also this really sweet, amazing guy. I knew he
liked me, but not in the way I liked him. Actually, noone could ever really liked me...I
was ugly. But I had a crush on Bo. I knew that was all it could ever be --- just a crush. Bo's
heart belonged solely to Hope...he had made that clear many times to Billie, even when I
was in the room. Hope was a lucky woman. Bo approached Hope and put a hand on her shoulder,
as if it was a command she stopped playing the piano immediately. Bo looked just as shocked
as I was to see Hope play that piano. I realized they didn't notice me standing there as he
glared at Hope.
"Fancy Face...I didn't know you could play the piano?"
"Neither did I, Bo. Neither did I."
They both looked shocked, well, at least Bo did. I decided it was time to announce my presence.
"M-My mother, she was an expert piano player. She especially loved classical."
Bo and Hope both looked up at me. Hope smiled and Bo just looked concern. I had been told
of Hope's involvement at Maison Blanche, and how all that had to do with that horrible man:
Stefano Dimera. I also knew there was suspicion that Hope had even played my mother at one
point in her life. I still wasn't sure if I believed it all, but it made sense since we had
been switched in that cage by Ernesto Toscano, that was when I had been scarred. All these
years, I had been wasteing my life away in Bayou Dugar, all alone and afraid of Stefano. Then
here, in the quaint town of Salem, there is a legion of people that hate him for one excuse
or another. I think they are scared, like me, but they make the best of it.
"Greta, how are you this morning?" Hope asked me.
"Fine, thank you."
"I hope you slept well...it must have been strange for you, I mean you're still getting used
to staying in a warm house."
"It was fine. Its very nice of Mrs. Horton to let me stay in her house." I said meekly. I
was a little concerened that Mrs. Horton would think I was imposing on her space, and I
didn't want that.
"Gram enjoy's your company, sweetie." Hope said.
"I...I was wondering if you would take me to see Father John today?" I asked them.
Father John...was my oldest friend. My mother and him were very close, some even speculated
they were more than just friends. I wasn't sure if I believed that, after all Father John was a respected
priest. Father John would always make me feel loved and wanted when I was a child, he'd always
bring me gifts, like opera tickets and books, and he always gave me a shoulder to cry on or an ear
to hear. I was estatic to learn he lived in Salem, but I was also distressed to find he had
memory loss...and did not remember me, and he only remembered certain parts of his life with
my mother. None the less he wanted to get to know me all over again, and I happily agreed to
it. That was one of the reasons I decided to stay in Salem, I wanted to be near the only person
I really knew and loved. If I could help Father John in any way I could, for it was long overdue.
He had helped me and my mother out a lot in the past.
"Of course, you know we can go now. John told me I could bring you over anytime to talk. I
think he hopes you'll trigger a memory. Heck, maybe you'll trigger mine." Hope said to me.
"I hope I can help. You all have helped me so much, and Father John means the world to me."
I said truthfully.
"He likes you too, Greta." Hope said.
"Hope... When you come back we need to talk about this piano buisness, among other things."
Bo chimmed in.
"I know, Bo." Hope said to him.
I knew Bo and Hope were having relationship problems. I just hope they could sort things out. I
didn't have any experience with men, marriage and least of all love...but I hoped they
would reuinte, at least for the sake of their son. It was evident Bo was in love with Hope
very much, and I believe Hope shared in that same love.
"Here, Greta, you can borrow this coat. Its chilly outside." Hope said to me as she handed
me a light black jacket.
"Thank you." I said as I took it and put it on.
"Try and be back by lunch." Bo said as he gave Hope a hug, and then he surprised me
by hugging me ever so gently. I missed that. I missed human connection and emotion.
"See ya later, Brady." Hope said. I noticed she seemed very up and cheery today. I had
known Hope for only a short while, but lately she seemed lost in her thoughts and emotions,
and just like this morning would do or say certain things that reminded me of my mother. I
could only pray Hope would be okay, and that she and Bo would find eachother again.
Hope then took my arm, and led me out the door. We then drove to Father John's penthouse,
all the while, I hoped for the best...for all of us.
Lives". I do not own these characters, and never will.
Title: Time Between Trust
Chapter 2: The Best
______________________________________________
The warm shower beads dripped down my body as I stepped out of the shower. Light
beamed loosely from the single window in Bo's bathroom. I slung the showercap from
my head onto the nearest shelf and grabbed a towel from the rack, I wrapped it around
my body. I took a smaller towel from the rack and wiped the mirrors clean of the
shower dew, my reflection appeared back at me when I was finished. I didn't bother
paying too much attention to what I looked like, I had seen it all before and nothing
had changed. I looked down at the sink counter and noticed Hope had set some small bottles of
perfume there for me to use. Hope was such a nice woman. I picked up the tiny bottles and
read the labels --- body mist, tangerine. I sprayed some on my neck and realized I was
going to smell like a piece of fruit all day. I guess it would be nicer than smelling like
mud and dirt. I put the bottle back in its place and picked up a brush and started to brush
my hair, I didn't bother to watch myself in the mirror. My hair was shoulder length now after
Hope insisted I cut it, it was nicer this way --- it wasn't a tangled, matted mess. My hair
was a pretty color of brown now that I'd washed it clean and Hope had helped me get some
bangs in front of my face and have my hair straightened instead of curled. It was much nicer
this way, I decided. I dropped the towel from my now dry body and I turned towards the mirror
for the first time today. My features were perfect except for my face. I quickly turned away and
grabbed the clothes from the shelf Hope had put there for me. I quickly dressed and discovered
the jeans fit perfectly but the shirt was a little big. The clothes were much nicer though, then
what I was used to. I hung the towels in their place and made sure the shower was wiped clean. I
then left the safety of the bathroom and ventured into the house.
Bo and Hope's home was lovely. Well, technically it wasn't their house, but they were
staying here. The house belonged to an older woman by the name of Alice Horton ---
Hope's Gramma or "Gram" as she called her. Bo had told me he and Hope actually lived
on a boat house with their son Shawn Douglas. I'd never seen a house on a boat before,
but I hoped to someday since it sounded interesting. Anyway, Mrs. Horton's home was
perfect in every way. It was the kind of house one read about in magazines and such about
how the perfect families lived. It had an upstairs and a downstairs, filled with rooms full
of knicknacks and odds an ends that explained the family life that lived in this
old house through the years. The house had three bedrooms -- one for Mrs. Horton and two
guest rooms. Hope was staying in one guest room, I was in the other and Bo went back and
forth from Hope's room to the living room couch. Bo told me Shawn Douglas was seventeen
going on eighteen and he was more than happy to have the boat house all to hmself. I
was hoping to meet this Shawn Douglas one of these days. If he was anything like his father,
he'd make a nice friend. Even though the house was lovely and very comforting, I still felt
akward in a closed space. I was used to living outside and fending for myself, not being
served breakfest in the early morning. I knew sooner or later I'd have to get used to the
fact I wasn't going back to the swamp, nor was I going to be living in New Orleans...I was
going to be living here in Salem.
I ventured into the upstairs hallway and glanced into Mrs. Horton bedroom. The bedroom
was quite large and spacious, with a large bed in the middle. Shelves lined the walls
filled with books and special tresures Mrs. Horton had collected throughout the years. The
one object that caught my eye in the room was a big framed picture over the bed, it was a
photo of Mrs. Horton and her late husband Tom Horton. I'd only been staying at
the house for a couple of days, and I'd already heard all about this wonderful man who was
Mrs. Horton's greatest love and a honorable doctor for Salem. The picture showed the two
on their wedding day at the alter. It truely pictured the essence of happiness. I hoped to
be that happy one day.
As soon as I reached the stairs I heard music. I recognized the source immediately...it
was a piano. All my life my mother had made sure I had been privy to music and instruments -- I
had played the flute myself for years. I remembred Mrs. Horton had a grand piano in her front
room, and I wondered if she was the one playing such beautiful music. I made my way down the
carpeted steps, and stepped into the beautiful living room. The person's back was to me, but
it was obviously Hope...and she was playing the piano. It looked as if she was possessed by
something. I remembered thinking Hope looked a lot like my mother, but younger and certainly
not as strict. Hope's resemblance to my mother was uncanny...They could be twins. It was
funny how two people could look so much alike and yet be so different. I watched as Hope's
fingers moved over the keys like it was nothing. I stood there for a moment in awe. I realized
the piece of music she was playing was a set from Beethoven's Symphony. I found it hard to
believe she would know that particular piece. It was strange...my mother played the piano as
well for years.
I stood in the door frame of the living room until I saw Bo emerge from the kitchen. Ever
since Bo had rescued me from the swamp, he was my hero. Bo was rugged and handsome, with
dark black hair and strong features, he was also this really sweet, amazing guy. I knew he
liked me, but not in the way I liked him. Actually, noone could ever really liked me...I
was ugly. But I had a crush on Bo. I knew that was all it could ever be --- just a crush. Bo's
heart belonged solely to Hope...he had made that clear many times to Billie, even when I
was in the room. Hope was a lucky woman. Bo approached Hope and put a hand on her shoulder,
as if it was a command she stopped playing the piano immediately. Bo looked just as shocked
as I was to see Hope play that piano. I realized they didn't notice me standing there as he
glared at Hope.
"Fancy Face...I didn't know you could play the piano?"
"Neither did I, Bo. Neither did I."
They both looked shocked, well, at least Bo did. I decided it was time to announce my presence.
"M-My mother, she was an expert piano player. She especially loved classical."
Bo and Hope both looked up at me. Hope smiled and Bo just looked concern. I had been told
of Hope's involvement at Maison Blanche, and how all that had to do with that horrible man:
Stefano Dimera. I also knew there was suspicion that Hope had even played my mother at one
point in her life. I still wasn't sure if I believed it all, but it made sense since we had
been switched in that cage by Ernesto Toscano, that was when I had been scarred. All these
years, I had been wasteing my life away in Bayou Dugar, all alone and afraid of Stefano. Then
here, in the quaint town of Salem, there is a legion of people that hate him for one excuse
or another. I think they are scared, like me, but they make the best of it.
"Greta, how are you this morning?" Hope asked me.
"Fine, thank you."
"I hope you slept well...it must have been strange for you, I mean you're still getting used
to staying in a warm house."
"It was fine. Its very nice of Mrs. Horton to let me stay in her house." I said meekly. I
was a little concerened that Mrs. Horton would think I was imposing on her space, and I
didn't want that.
"Gram enjoy's your company, sweetie." Hope said.
"I...I was wondering if you would take me to see Father John today?" I asked them.
Father John...was my oldest friend. My mother and him were very close, some even speculated
they were more than just friends. I wasn't sure if I believed that, after all Father John was a respected
priest. Father John would always make me feel loved and wanted when I was a child, he'd always
bring me gifts, like opera tickets and books, and he always gave me a shoulder to cry on or an ear
to hear. I was estatic to learn he lived in Salem, but I was also distressed to find he had
memory loss...and did not remember me, and he only remembered certain parts of his life with
my mother. None the less he wanted to get to know me all over again, and I happily agreed to
it. That was one of the reasons I decided to stay in Salem, I wanted to be near the only person
I really knew and loved. If I could help Father John in any way I could, for it was long overdue.
He had helped me and my mother out a lot in the past.
"Of course, you know we can go now. John told me I could bring you over anytime to talk. I
think he hopes you'll trigger a memory. Heck, maybe you'll trigger mine." Hope said to me.
"I hope I can help. You all have helped me so much, and Father John means the world to me."
I said truthfully.
"He likes you too, Greta." Hope said.
"Hope... When you come back we need to talk about this piano buisness, among other things."
Bo chimmed in.
"I know, Bo." Hope said to him.
I knew Bo and Hope were having relationship problems. I just hope they could sort things out. I
didn't have any experience with men, marriage and least of all love...but I hoped they
would reuinte, at least for the sake of their son. It was evident Bo was in love with Hope
very much, and I believe Hope shared in that same love.
"Here, Greta, you can borrow this coat. Its chilly outside." Hope said to me as she handed
me a light black jacket.
"Thank you." I said as I took it and put it on.
"Try and be back by lunch." Bo said as he gave Hope a hug, and then he surprised me
by hugging me ever so gently. I missed that. I missed human connection and emotion.
"See ya later, Brady." Hope said. I noticed she seemed very up and cheery today. I had
known Hope for only a short while, but lately she seemed lost in her thoughts and emotions,
and just like this morning would do or say certain things that reminded me of my mother. I
could only pray Hope would be okay, and that she and Bo would find eachother again.
Hope then took my arm, and led me out the door. We then drove to Father John's penthouse,
all the while, I hoped for the best...for all of us.