A/N: Thanks to PlasmicFemale for the review (hint hint) and help on the
storyline. New chappie up soon! Promise!
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"Dear NeurosesChick,
Sorry to hear about your moping. I feel sorry for myself
as well. We're probably a match made in hell, but I am finding myself
stooping below the lowest common denominator. Here's my cell- 079403
50522,
Amiably Yours,
HotFudgeSundae"
Ally added the number to her phonebook, knowing she would never use it and turned her attention back to the screen. She saw that she had another email
"ATTN: ALLY! From:TheLittleBiscuit@AOL.COM Ally, Richard will not budge; you have to take this case. I will be picking you up tomorrow from your apartment at 6 am. I have something to tell you that will make this worth your while."
Ally could feel her grasp on reality slipping away, but she knew that she had to keep it together. Hearing some distant music, she turned her head to see her nemesis- the dancing baby. He was wearing a cupid outfit and breaking all of the arrows over his knee. Ally groaned and snapped "Look, currently YOU are the least of my worries now just... GO!" Renée stood in the doorway with a bewildered look on her face. By way of explanation, Ally pointed to where the dancing baby had been and sighed. "He was ... He was ..." Ally broke down into tears as Renée gently rocked her in her arms. Ally snivelled and sniffed her way through an explanation, turned to her roommate and simply stated, "I have to go and prepare my case, then get ready to try a case ... in Detroit ... against ... Jamie." She spat the word Jamie out as though it was a dirty word.
"Why am I up already? 6 am is an ungodly hour. I really can't believe that Richard is doing this to me. It's just not right. I mean, sure he has the emotional intelligence of an educationally subnormal cockroach, but even he knew how much I hurt after Larry left me. I am talking far too fast, but that is probably 17 cups of coffee's worth of caffeine surging through my blood trying its damnedest to keep me awake. The disturbing thing is that I am talking this fast when nobody is here to hear it."
John, prompt as ever, rang the doorbell at 6 am sharp. Ally was pacing and panicking at the same time. "It's open!" she shouted from within a paper bag she was using to stop her hyperventilating. John came in to find her bent double over her suitcase, panting and wheezing, and looking a mess. When her wheezing had subsided, Ally looked into the mirror. Deciding that she had her pride, even if Larry had her heart, she pulled herself together.
At the departure lounge, Ally made a concentrated effort to pay attention to someone else in the world. "So, John ... what was it you had to tell me?" Between slurps of (decaf) coffee, she listened and her eyes grew wider and wider. "You're telling me that MorganIce is ... is ..."
"Nelle, yes, Ally. I should have seen the clues a long time ago. However, I didn't and I have fallen back in love with her, that is, if I ever fell out of love with her. I don't think I truly did. If someone means so much to you that you hurt physically when they aren't near, even after you have stopped seeing them ... then, they have become such a profound part of your life that you won't stop being part of your life, perhaps ever. I still care for you, I still care for Melanie, and I think that I more than care for Nelle."
"But, John, you said she was a snob and a bully and she was so cold to you after you stopped seeing each other. How can you take that risk?"
"I think her emotional safety mechanism is becoming so cold that no-one can get close to her, so she can't feel spurned. You saw how hurt she was when her doctor was sent to prison. No ... I think that Nelle is much more complex than we would figure out or than she would ever dare let on. I don't think it is fair for me to judge on a long past break-up."
"Does she know about who you are?"
*BING-BONG* *This is the last call for flight 8675309 to Detroit, Michigan. Would all passengers please make their way to Gate J*
Ally clung to John, knowing that if anyone could help her through this it would be Larry...John, John! For God's sake, a year later and he was still haunting her subconscious. She decided that even if she couldn't contact Larry, she could at least make use of her WAP phone before she got on the plane. She sent a brief email to HotFudgeSundae, detailing her case and her vague whereabouts, in case he became a mad stalker. She ended the email by saying that she had her laptop with her and would be open to an IM later in the week. With that, she switched off her phone and boarded the plane.
Ally added the number to her phonebook, knowing she would never use it and turned her attention back to the screen. She saw that she had another email
"ATTN: ALLY! From:TheLittleBiscuit@AOL.COM Ally, Richard will not budge; you have to take this case. I will be picking you up tomorrow from your apartment at 6 am. I have something to tell you that will make this worth your while."
Ally could feel her grasp on reality slipping away, but she knew that she had to keep it together. Hearing some distant music, she turned her head to see her nemesis- the dancing baby. He was wearing a cupid outfit and breaking all of the arrows over his knee. Ally groaned and snapped "Look, currently YOU are the least of my worries now just... GO!" Renée stood in the doorway with a bewildered look on her face. By way of explanation, Ally pointed to where the dancing baby had been and sighed. "He was ... He was ..." Ally broke down into tears as Renée gently rocked her in her arms. Ally snivelled and sniffed her way through an explanation, turned to her roommate and simply stated, "I have to go and prepare my case, then get ready to try a case ... in Detroit ... against ... Jamie." She spat the word Jamie out as though it was a dirty word.
"Why am I up already? 6 am is an ungodly hour. I really can't believe that Richard is doing this to me. It's just not right. I mean, sure he has the emotional intelligence of an educationally subnormal cockroach, but even he knew how much I hurt after Larry left me. I am talking far too fast, but that is probably 17 cups of coffee's worth of caffeine surging through my blood trying its damnedest to keep me awake. The disturbing thing is that I am talking this fast when nobody is here to hear it."
John, prompt as ever, rang the doorbell at 6 am sharp. Ally was pacing and panicking at the same time. "It's open!" she shouted from within a paper bag she was using to stop her hyperventilating. John came in to find her bent double over her suitcase, panting and wheezing, and looking a mess. When her wheezing had subsided, Ally looked into the mirror. Deciding that she had her pride, even if Larry had her heart, she pulled herself together.
At the departure lounge, Ally made a concentrated effort to pay attention to someone else in the world. "So, John ... what was it you had to tell me?" Between slurps of (decaf) coffee, she listened and her eyes grew wider and wider. "You're telling me that MorganIce is ... is ..."
"Nelle, yes, Ally. I should have seen the clues a long time ago. However, I didn't and I have fallen back in love with her, that is, if I ever fell out of love with her. I don't think I truly did. If someone means so much to you that you hurt physically when they aren't near, even after you have stopped seeing them ... then, they have become such a profound part of your life that you won't stop being part of your life, perhaps ever. I still care for you, I still care for Melanie, and I think that I more than care for Nelle."
"But, John, you said she was a snob and a bully and she was so cold to you after you stopped seeing each other. How can you take that risk?"
"I think her emotional safety mechanism is becoming so cold that no-one can get close to her, so she can't feel spurned. You saw how hurt she was when her doctor was sent to prison. No ... I think that Nelle is much more complex than we would figure out or than she would ever dare let on. I don't think it is fair for me to judge on a long past break-up."
"Does she know about who you are?"
*BING-BONG* *This is the last call for flight 8675309 to Detroit, Michigan. Would all passengers please make their way to Gate J*
Ally clung to John, knowing that if anyone could help her through this it would be Larry...John, John! For God's sake, a year later and he was still haunting her subconscious. She decided that even if she couldn't contact Larry, she could at least make use of her WAP phone before she got on the plane. She sent a brief email to HotFudgeSundae, detailing her case and her vague whereabouts, in case he became a mad stalker. She ended the email by saying that she had her laptop with her and would be open to an IM later in the week. With that, she switched off her phone and boarded the plane.