Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid
Rated PG-13 for language and some violence.
Disclaimer ~ I don't own 'em.
Summery ~ Evelyn is suffering from postpartum depression while an old flame from Rick's past returns to haunt the present.
Author's note ~ Just wanted to make a quick comment about a review that had been left concerning Rick's full name. For the record, it is Richard. :) I guess it's possible for Rick to come from Eric, but I've never known it to happen. Just wanted to say something about that... And now, without further ado...
Ch 5
"Hello?...uh, no Rick, haven't seen her...What did you do this time?...Well, I'm a little busy at the moment." Jonathan glanced back at the beautiful, buxom redhead sitting on the sofa with a grin as if to say, 'I'll be back in a moment.' "Yes, yes, I'll have her call you if I hear from her. Uh huh...Good bye. Good bye." He all but slammed the receiver down on the base of the telephone with a heavy sigh of relief. "Sorry about that, darling," he said, bringing two goblets and a bottle of expensive wine back with him. "My brother-in-law really has such awful timing. American, you know." The redhead seemed to smile and nod as if she understood the reference, but Jonathan could see the vacant look behind her eyes. "Yes, well, anyway. Where were we?" He sat down especially close to her, throwing on the cheesy grin this Carnahan was known for. As he opened his mouth to speak, his hopes of an evening with this amazingly attractive woman were dashed upon a rocky shore as a terrible pounding came at the door of his flat, followed by the voice he had deep down been expecting.
"Jonathan!" More pounding followed as he glanced toward the door, then back at the redhead.
He was torn...take his time getting up and getting to the door in hopes that she would go away, or smash all his hopes of pre-marital bliss and answer the door. At his date's confused look, he simply said – "My sister." He stood slowly, his conscious pulling him toward the door. "I'll only be a moment." He walked quickly to the door of the flat, opening it just a crack, barely dodging Evelyn's fist as she prepared to strike the door once more. He was immediately taken aback at her disheveled hair and red, tear-streaked face. "Evy, what's going on? Rick just-"
"I'm sorry, Jonathan, but I didn't know where else to go." Giving in, Jonathan opened the door, allowing his sobbing sister entry to the flat, the waves pounding him against the jagged rocks. He led the way back toward the living room where his date was now standing, putting on her coat.
"Where are you going?" Jonathan asked, not ready for her to leave yet, even if Evelyn was there.
"I really should be going," she said with a sympathetic grin. "It was nice meeting you," she said to Evelyn as she walked by.
"Nice...meeting you," Evelyn replied between sniffles, sitting down on the sofa dejectedly. A moment later, Jonathan returned, sitting beside his sister, pouring the wine for the both of them, intent on getting thoroughly inebriated.
"So what happened?" he said after finishing off the first glass in one gulp.
"He's cheating on me," she said quietly.
"Evy, I think you're overreacting." He refilled his glass adding, "Besides, that's not what he told me."
"Of course that's not what he told you," she snapped. "Jonathan, she came up and kissed him right in front of me!"
"So?"
"'So?' What do you mean 'so?'"
"I mean he rang five times in a row. Come on, Evy. If he really wanted to run off with this girl, I don't think he would mind terribly that you've gone missing." He took another gulp of wine, feeling his muscles start to relax a bit. "Besides, that man adores the very ground you walk on, even if it doesn't always show it." He smiled at her, picking her chin up out of her hands. "Remember what I told you the day we left for Hamunaptra? He may be a cowboy, but his word is his word. And if I'm not mistaken, he has promised to love, honor, and cherish you until death do you part." Evelyn glanced back toward the floor, the words running through her mind. She knew what she had seen at the café... "Think it over a minute while I get my coat." Jonathan grinned as he stood.
"Jonathan," Evelyn said, looking up toward her brother. Her face was still red, but her eyes were now dry and clear. "He really rang five times?"
Jonathan grinned. "Well, I can't say for sure, but I don't know anyone else who'd be calling this late. Sounds like an impatient American to me."
"Then let him suffer until morning." She picked up the glass, taking a long, hard drink.