Title: Remember
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not really
Disclaimer: You know the deal.
"Oh, Dave, it hasn't been the same since you left," Anna gushed.
"I'm sorry, Anna. You know I had to leave."
"Yeah, but why Grenada of all places? I didn't have your number...you never called..."
"I know, I know...and I'm sorry, but I was scared. You...you know what Dad's capable of..." Dave began. He hated to talk about his father with his sister.
"Don't worry. I understand."
"Why'd you call? Tell me he hasn't laid one finger on you."
Anna chuckled. "Don't worry, Dave, he hasn't. No, I'm just calling because we're going to Chicago!"
"What? Oh, my gosh, that's great," Dave exclaimed. He thought for a minute. "Wait...we?"
Anna paused. "Yeah...we. Me...and dad."
Dave frowned. He didn't know what to think. On the one hand, he would get to see his beloved baby sister again...on the other, he's have to face his father. The man who had made him live in fear for 8 whole year. Eight horrible, long years.
"Dave? Are you still there?"
Dave shook his head. "Uh, yeah. Well, that's great, Anna! I'm glad you're coming!"
"Me too, big brother. Listen, Dave, I know you and daddy have enormous issues...but he doesn't drink anymore. I swear."
Dave smiled. "Anna, listen to me. I really am glad you're coming. In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing you [I]and[/I]dad again," he lied.
"Really?" Anna said, skeptically.
"Yeah, of course!"
"Alright, awesome! This is going to be great, bro, you'll see!"
"Hey, I'll give you my cell phone number and when you get here, you can give me a call and I'll go to the airport and pick you up!"
"That'll be great. We're going to be there in two days."
"Oh, great, I...wait, two days?"
Anna laughed. "Yup, two days!"
Dave smirked. "Wow, thanks for the notice in advance, sis. I'll tell you what, you guys can stay at my place."
"Are you serious? That'll be fantastic!"
"Yeah, of course. You and dad...you...you're my family," Dave said, trying to hide his pain when he said that his father was family. He knew it wasn't true...or at least he didn't want it to be.
"Dave?"
"Yeah, Anna?"
"Thank you."
"For..."
"For being able to put what Dad did to you behind us. For forgiving him."
Dave looked at the ground. "Uh, no problem, sis."
"OK, I'll see you in two days!" she said, excitedly.
"OK, sis. I miss you!"
"Me too, bro. See ya soon!"
"Muah!"
Anna laughed. "Ditto," she said, before she hung up.
Dave smiled, but it quickly faded when he thought of his father. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. After all these years...all the abuse, all the pain...after all these years, he'd have to see his father again.
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Flasback:
"Dad, please, no!" the 14-year-old Dave cried.
"Shut up you little piss head," Sam Malucci yelled, chasing his young son through the house.
"Dad, I'm sorry! Please, I didn't mean it!"
"You broke the damn window you little rat!"
"I'm sorry! I was playing baseball with Freddy..."
"Oh, you going to blame this on your little friend now? You damn coward," Sam screamed, as he grabbed Dave by the collar.
Dave screamed as well.
"Shut up, you worthless piece of junk!"
Dave was bawling.
"Dry those tears, kid, men don't cry!"
Sam slapped his son and let him fall to the ground. He started kicking at him and Dave grunted with every blow. He picked the boy up and slammed him against the wall. Dave's head started bleeding. Dave slid down. Sam walked toward the broken window, picking up a piece of stray glass that was on the floor. Dave closed his eyes, hoping he was wrong about what he thought was coming. Sam walked back to Dave. The boy opened his eyes and was terrified to see the huge piece of glass glinting in front of his face.
"Do you see this, boy? Do you? Look at that window!" he yelled, grabbing Dave's head and turning it to the left. He twisted Dave's head back to look at him. Dave felt the tears run down his face, along with the blood, which was pouring from his head. Sam lifted the glass again. He ripped Dave's shirt off and Dave shuddered, feeling cold. Sam pushed the glass against Dave's bare skin and made a long line down Dave's stomach, stopping when he reached the top of Dave's baggy pants. Dave bit his tongue, wincing in pain, knowing that if he cried or screamed anymore he would get worse.
"If you ever pull something like this again, you're going to wish you were never born, do you understand me," Sam whispered into Dave's ear, before dropping the glass and slamming Dave to the ground. Little did he know that Dave already wished he wasn't born. For if he had known, he would have fulfilled Dave's wish.
"And you're paying for that window," Sam spat, before walking away.
Dave waited until he was sure his father was gone. When he heard the front door slam, he began to sob. He turned onto his side and looked at the stairs...to see a 10-year-old Anna looking down at him with fear in her eyes. He gave her a small smile and a thumbs up, their little signal they used to tell each other that they should perk up and be happy. Anna gave him a tiny smile in return, as well as a thumbs up before jackrabitting down the stairs to help her fallen brother.
End flashback.
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Dave awoke with a start. He was panting and sweaty. He lifted his scrub top and looked down at his stomach, which had his 6-pack abs as well as quite a few scars, like the long one which reached from his chest to his navel. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the lounge and remembered that Anna and his father were coming in a couple of days. He put his shirt back down and sat up, holding his head in his hands. He wasn't in peace for very long because Jing-Mei walked through the doors, but stopped when she saw Dave. She put on a worried expression and walked toward her co-worker.
"Dave? What's wrong?"
"My little sister's coming to visit me in a couple of days," Dave said quietly.
[I]Little sister?[/I]Deb thought.
"Oh, well, isn't that good?" she asked.
"My dad's coming, too," he replied with a whisper.
"Oh..." Jing-Mei said, feeling stupid.
Dave sighed. He stood up.
"Where are you going?" Jing-Mei questioned.
"Check on some patients," Dave answered.
"Oh, OK, I'll see you later, then," she said.
"Yup," Dave replied, as he walked out the door.
Jing-Mei stood up and looked around the room. What had she come in here for? Ah, yes, coffee. It was funny, though. She didn't really feel like coffee anymore.
Do you think that I should make this a Dandi (Dave/Randi) or a Jinucci (Jing-Mei/Dave)? Review and speak your mind!
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not really
Disclaimer: You know the deal.
"Oh, Dave, it hasn't been the same since you left," Anna gushed.
"I'm sorry, Anna. You know I had to leave."
"Yeah, but why Grenada of all places? I didn't have your number...you never called..."
"I know, I know...and I'm sorry, but I was scared. You...you know what Dad's capable of..." Dave began. He hated to talk about his father with his sister.
"Don't worry. I understand."
"Why'd you call? Tell me he hasn't laid one finger on you."
Anna chuckled. "Don't worry, Dave, he hasn't. No, I'm just calling because we're going to Chicago!"
"What? Oh, my gosh, that's great," Dave exclaimed. He thought for a minute. "Wait...we?"
Anna paused. "Yeah...we. Me...and dad."
Dave frowned. He didn't know what to think. On the one hand, he would get to see his beloved baby sister again...on the other, he's have to face his father. The man who had made him live in fear for 8 whole year. Eight horrible, long years.
"Dave? Are you still there?"
Dave shook his head. "Uh, yeah. Well, that's great, Anna! I'm glad you're coming!"
"Me too, big brother. Listen, Dave, I know you and daddy have enormous issues...but he doesn't drink anymore. I swear."
Dave smiled. "Anna, listen to me. I really am glad you're coming. In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing you [I]and[/I]dad again," he lied.
"Really?" Anna said, skeptically.
"Yeah, of course!"
"Alright, awesome! This is going to be great, bro, you'll see!"
"Hey, I'll give you my cell phone number and when you get here, you can give me a call and I'll go to the airport and pick you up!"
"That'll be great. We're going to be there in two days."
"Oh, great, I...wait, two days?"
Anna laughed. "Yup, two days!"
Dave smirked. "Wow, thanks for the notice in advance, sis. I'll tell you what, you guys can stay at my place."
"Are you serious? That'll be fantastic!"
"Yeah, of course. You and dad...you...you're my family," Dave said, trying to hide his pain when he said that his father was family. He knew it wasn't true...or at least he didn't want it to be.
"Dave?"
"Yeah, Anna?"
"Thank you."
"For..."
"For being able to put what Dad did to you behind us. For forgiving him."
Dave looked at the ground. "Uh, no problem, sis."
"OK, I'll see you in two days!" she said, excitedly.
"OK, sis. I miss you!"
"Me too, bro. See ya soon!"
"Muah!"
Anna laughed. "Ditto," she said, before she hung up.
Dave smiled, but it quickly faded when he thought of his father. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. After all these years...all the abuse, all the pain...after all these years, he'd have to see his father again.
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Flasback:
"Dad, please, no!" the 14-year-old Dave cried.
"Shut up you little piss head," Sam Malucci yelled, chasing his young son through the house.
"Dad, I'm sorry! Please, I didn't mean it!"
"You broke the damn window you little rat!"
"I'm sorry! I was playing baseball with Freddy..."
"Oh, you going to blame this on your little friend now? You damn coward," Sam screamed, as he grabbed Dave by the collar.
Dave screamed as well.
"Shut up, you worthless piece of junk!"
Dave was bawling.
"Dry those tears, kid, men don't cry!"
Sam slapped his son and let him fall to the ground. He started kicking at him and Dave grunted with every blow. He picked the boy up and slammed him against the wall. Dave's head started bleeding. Dave slid down. Sam walked toward the broken window, picking up a piece of stray glass that was on the floor. Dave closed his eyes, hoping he was wrong about what he thought was coming. Sam walked back to Dave. The boy opened his eyes and was terrified to see the huge piece of glass glinting in front of his face.
"Do you see this, boy? Do you? Look at that window!" he yelled, grabbing Dave's head and turning it to the left. He twisted Dave's head back to look at him. Dave felt the tears run down his face, along with the blood, which was pouring from his head. Sam lifted the glass again. He ripped Dave's shirt off and Dave shuddered, feeling cold. Sam pushed the glass against Dave's bare skin and made a long line down Dave's stomach, stopping when he reached the top of Dave's baggy pants. Dave bit his tongue, wincing in pain, knowing that if he cried or screamed anymore he would get worse.
"If you ever pull something like this again, you're going to wish you were never born, do you understand me," Sam whispered into Dave's ear, before dropping the glass and slamming Dave to the ground. Little did he know that Dave already wished he wasn't born. For if he had known, he would have fulfilled Dave's wish.
"And you're paying for that window," Sam spat, before walking away.
Dave waited until he was sure his father was gone. When he heard the front door slam, he began to sob. He turned onto his side and looked at the stairs...to see a 10-year-old Anna looking down at him with fear in her eyes. He gave her a small smile and a thumbs up, their little signal they used to tell each other that they should perk up and be happy. Anna gave him a tiny smile in return, as well as a thumbs up before jackrabitting down the stairs to help her fallen brother.
End flashback.
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Dave awoke with a start. He was panting and sweaty. He lifted his scrub top and looked down at his stomach, which had his 6-pack abs as well as quite a few scars, like the long one which reached from his chest to his navel. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the lounge and remembered that Anna and his father were coming in a couple of days. He put his shirt back down and sat up, holding his head in his hands. He wasn't in peace for very long because Jing-Mei walked through the doors, but stopped when she saw Dave. She put on a worried expression and walked toward her co-worker.
"Dave? What's wrong?"
"My little sister's coming to visit me in a couple of days," Dave said quietly.
[I]Little sister?[/I]Deb thought.
"Oh, well, isn't that good?" she asked.
"My dad's coming, too," he replied with a whisper.
"Oh..." Jing-Mei said, feeling stupid.
Dave sighed. He stood up.
"Where are you going?" Jing-Mei questioned.
"Check on some patients," Dave answered.
"Oh, OK, I'll see you later, then," she said.
"Yup," Dave replied, as he walked out the door.
Jing-Mei stood up and looked around the room. What had she come in here for? Ah, yes, coffee. It was funny, though. She didn't really feel like coffee anymore.
Do you think that I should make this a Dandi (Dave/Randi) or a Jinucci (Jing-Mei/Dave)? Review and speak your mind!