Title: Eyes Wide Shut
Author: The Dreamy One
Email: sdjolly@bellsouth.net
Type: Drama/suspense
Rating: R (language and sexual content)
Summary: Whether it be love or danger, sometimes it is most difficult to see what is right before you.
Disclaimer: UC:Undercover and its characters belong to Shane Salerno and NBC. Loralei Donovan, Farron Donovan, Kara and John Everett belong to Ardeth Saunders (who so graciously allowed me to borrow them to work out my Farron obsession! Thank you ever so much, Marie!) Unfortunately, Brian Everett was born from my own sick and twisted mind. ~wink~. Any-old-who...no infringements intended. This is all for fun so please don't sue – unless you plan to adopt me and have me live in a manner to which I am unaccustomed.
A/N: Please read the following for more background on Farron Donovan (links to these fics can be found through http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=164612 ):
Honor Thy Brother
Back in the Game
A Little Bit of Fluff
Old Flame
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Loralei was perplexed. Earlier that morning she had stopped by their neighbor's house to welcome her back from her vacation. When Kara came to the door, she had merely peered through the crack made available by the chain lock and refused to let Loralei inside, nor would she speak to her. From what Loralei could see, Kara appeared distraught when she hissed at her to go away and leave her alone; that she could not talk at that moment.
After the short walk back to her home, Loralei sought out her husband and shared Kara's strange behavior with him. His reaction had been simple. Farron had more than likely managed to upset the woman while they were vacationing and she just wanted to be left alone without interference from meddling family.
Of course, Loralei would not be satisfied with sitting back and letting things go. She made an excuse that she needed to run to the market for a few things and left Frank to take care of baby Rachel. Where she was headed was obvious to Frank. She was off to drill Farron for information. She could not help herself; it was in her nature to fix things.
A short time later, Loralei found herself at Farron's apartment in the city. Determined, she gave the door a firm knock and waited patiently.
Farron sat despondently on the living room sofa. He heard the loud knock at the door and groaned irritably before taking a large swallow of bourbon from the tumbler he held loosely in his hand. He knew it was terribly early to be drinking, but at the moment, he did not give one ripe fuck. He was hurt, he was angry, and he would take what solace he could find. Right now, he found comfort in the bottom of a bottle of booze. Anyone who had a problem with that could take a flying leap into a pile of horseshit for all he cared.
He eyed the door for a moment, wondering if it could be Kara. They had barely been back from their trip to her family's secluded beach property on one of the more obscure Caribbean islands before she had shunned him for no apparent reason. That was two days ago.
Her machine picked up every time he called and she was not returning his messages. When he went by the house, he knew she was there, but she would not even come to the door. He was perplexed, to say the least; devastated, to be completely honest. He had fallen for her in a big way and the two weeks spent making love under the sun and stars on that private stretch of beach had only confirmed his suspicions that she was in love with him. Not being familiar with the emotion on the whole, he had not returned her sentiment with words, only actions. If that was what drove a wedge between them, he could easily fix that. If she would only talk to him.
The knock sounded again, stirring him from his reverie. He huffed his annoyance and struggled to his feet. He had not realized how much bourbon he had actually consumed until he tried to stand. He slowly made his way to the door and yanked it open with force. "What the hell do you want?" he demanded peevishly.
Loralei blinked at his gruff demeanor. "Jesus, you look like shit," she commented as she entered his apartment. She could smell the booze on his breath and saw the near empty bottle of bourbon on the coffee table. She shook her head and took the glass from his hand. "You've had enough of this." She took the glass to the kitchen sink and poured it out.
Farron rolled his eyes in exasperation and made his way back to the couch. He snatched the bottle from the table and spun the cap off. "What do you want, Loralei?" he asked uncaringly.
"What happened between you and Kara while you were on vacation?" she asked curiously as she returned from the kitchen and sat next to him.
He shot her an incredulous look. "It is really none of your business." Let's see...we explored this tiny island and each other for two weeks. It was a spectacular time, until I fucked it up. Any questions?
"Farron, I'm being serious," she assured him. "By the looks of you something went wrong, but Kara...damn, she won't talk to me."
Farron shrugged and touched the bottle to his bottom lip. "Why should you be any different? She's not talking...period. Fuck it," he said more to himself than his guest and tilted the bottle up. He closed his eyes and let the harsh liquid burn a trail down his throat. Fuck it. Who needs this shit?
Loralei sighed. There really was no talking to him in this state. "Sober up, Farron. There's something wrong at that house. If you could see past the bottom of that bottle, you might realize it and give a damn."
She watched the angry glint appear in his dark eyes as he slammed the bottle down onto the table. She was surprised the damn thing did not shatter. "I gave more than a damn, dear sister-in-law. I gave myself! But apparently that was not enough for her." He stood and strode purposefully to the door and pulled it open. "If you'll excuse me, I have no information as to why Miss Everett is shunning you."
She chewed on her bottom lip gingerly. Usually forthcoming, Farron was acting the scorned lover and hiding behind alcohol and resentment. She sighed heavily as she stood and approached him. "Call me when you're sober. Better yet, call Kara." With that, she nodded and left him to his self-pitying behavior.
Farron slammed the door and leaned back against it. His eyes drifted toward the telephone. It screamed at him to try to reach her again, but his stubbornness kicked in. I'll be damned if I'll follow any woman around like a love-starved puppy. Thinking sleep might be in order; he started toward the bedroom but decided on the sofa. Her image haunted him in that room. He curled up on the couch and closed his eyes against the thought of her. "Aw, Shel..." he whispered before drifting off to sleep.
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to be continued...