Chapter 2- The Past Is Not at Rest.
Hey again!! I finally got around to writing a second part after much consideration over where this was going to go- hope you like it! Again, it may be a little confusing but I promise it will all become clear in the end.....
"How long have you been here? All night?", Dewey jumped as he realized that Sidney was standing in the doorway, a bunch of wild flowers in her hand.
"Yeah.....", he breathed quietly, averting his eyes back to Gale. She didn't look much different from the night before but Dewey could have sworn that there was slighty more colour in her cheeks. He reached out and took her small hand in his as Sidney pulled a chair up next to him and watched silently.
"Here, I brought some flowers, I thought the place could do with a little brightening up", she held the bunch out before Dewey and he looked at them realizing that they were red roses. "Do you remember the time that you compared her to a red rose?"
He did. It was after they'd had one of their stupid little arguments about nothing much and Dewey had gone to get sympathy from Sidney. He'd sat there infront of a vase of roses and plucked one of them out, pricking his finger. He remembered the exact words he said straight after that: "If Gale is like anything, she's like a rose. Beautiful but thorny. She'll prick you when you're least expecting it".
Now, to Dewey the bunch of roses seemed like a kind of metaphor for Gale's former self and he took them from Sidney and layed them on the bed next to her silent form. The red seemed so shocking against her pale skin and Dewey thought he would cry again. She'd only been in the coma for less than a day, but already he missed her so much that it hurt like nothing had ever hurt before.
Sidney put her arm around him and laid her head on his shoulder. "She's gonna wake up Dewey... please don't give up hope."
"Of course she's gonna wake up", he said determinedly "This is Gale Weathers we're talking about, she's invincible"
They both chuckled half-heartedly at the truth in his statement and then sat silently, waiting for something, anything to happen.
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"So it's definately murder?"
"Of course it's murder! How the hell would this woman have managed to hit herself over the head with a tyre iron with that amount of strengh?!", Deputy Clark shook his head, sometimes he swore that Anderson could be such an idiot, how he made it into the force he'd never know.
"Who found her?"
"Her husband, Jack Weathers"
"Hey, don't you think it's a little weird that her daughter, the infamous Gale Weathers, was only put in hospital yesterday... and then this happened?"
"Yes of course I thought of that, that's why we're takin' Mr Weathers in to be questioned!", Clark stood over the body on Nancy Weathers and sighed heavily, he hated cases like this. "Something funny's goin' on here and I plan to find out what..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He sat in the shadows of his darkened room and ran one finger over the picture he was holding in his hand. She was even more beautiful now than she had been when she was a teenager. A cascade of long, dark hair fell perfectly down her back and her clear, azure blue eyes sparkled mischeviously. She was smiling in the picture but not the power smile that she used for all her publicity shots but a natural smile, vibrant and winning. A beautiful smile. He'd taken it from her house when they'd had the little run-in yesterday. He hadn't expected her to be home..., he hadn't wanted to hurt her yet... but she saw him and it all got out of hand. He prayed that she'd wake up so he could be with her one last time...
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1987- The Weathers Residence, Northern Calafornia.
Gale stopped apprehensively outside the door and shifted her bag from one shoulder to the other. She really didn't want to go in there. Her mother was due back from her little 'vacation' in Paris today and Gale knew that she certainly didn't want to see her. She hadn't seen her for about a month but she didn't care, the woman was insufferable.
She took a deep breath and stepped inside quietly, maybe she could get away with not talking to her if she went straight to her room.
"Did you hear something?", Gale froze as she heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the lounge, a deep masculine voice.
"No, I didn't hear anything... you're so paranoid you know that?", it was her mother, there was no doubt about that. Her mother with another man. Gale gritted her teeth in anger and gripped the bannister tightly. This was so typical of her. She hated her, hated her for not caring about her only daughter, for putting her stupid job above everything else and mostly for having the gall to cheat on her father right under her nose.
"I'm gonna check anyway...", Gale panicked as she heard movement from behind the lounge door and ran up the stairs, crouching down at the top and peering silently through the bannisters to see what was going on. She saw her mother enter the hall from the lounge, wearing a red silk kimono dressing gown, her dark hair piled on top of her head and a glass of martini clutched in her right hand. A strange man followed closely behind her, his power suit dishevelled.
"See, I told you there was no-one out here", Nancy Weathers turned swiftly and marched back into the lounge, a scornfull look on her face.
The man also turned but didn't head back towards the lounge, instead he stood on the spot, staring at his hands. Gale shifted uncomfortably and longed for him to leave so she could make her escape. She stopped as she suddenly realised that he'd shifted his position and was looking directly at her.
He didn't look surprised to see her and a smile played across his lips as he fixed his gaze directly with hers. There was something about that smile that chilled her right to her very soul. She knew she had to get out of there. Without uttering a single word, she stood and ran to her bedroom, shutting the door tightly behind her and shuddering violently.
Okay, I would write more but I really have to sleep right now... I'll definately continue when I have time but that's it for now. Please review!!!
Hey again!! I finally got around to writing a second part after much consideration over where this was going to go- hope you like it! Again, it may be a little confusing but I promise it will all become clear in the end.....
"How long have you been here? All night?", Dewey jumped as he realized that Sidney was standing in the doorway, a bunch of wild flowers in her hand.
"Yeah.....", he breathed quietly, averting his eyes back to Gale. She didn't look much different from the night before but Dewey could have sworn that there was slighty more colour in her cheeks. He reached out and took her small hand in his as Sidney pulled a chair up next to him and watched silently.
"Here, I brought some flowers, I thought the place could do with a little brightening up", she held the bunch out before Dewey and he looked at them realizing that they were red roses. "Do you remember the time that you compared her to a red rose?"
He did. It was after they'd had one of their stupid little arguments about nothing much and Dewey had gone to get sympathy from Sidney. He'd sat there infront of a vase of roses and plucked one of them out, pricking his finger. He remembered the exact words he said straight after that: "If Gale is like anything, she's like a rose. Beautiful but thorny. She'll prick you when you're least expecting it".
Now, to Dewey the bunch of roses seemed like a kind of metaphor for Gale's former self and he took them from Sidney and layed them on the bed next to her silent form. The red seemed so shocking against her pale skin and Dewey thought he would cry again. She'd only been in the coma for less than a day, but already he missed her so much that it hurt like nothing had ever hurt before.
Sidney put her arm around him and laid her head on his shoulder. "She's gonna wake up Dewey... please don't give up hope."
"Of course she's gonna wake up", he said determinedly "This is Gale Weathers we're talking about, she's invincible"
They both chuckled half-heartedly at the truth in his statement and then sat silently, waiting for something, anything to happen.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So it's definately murder?"
"Of course it's murder! How the hell would this woman have managed to hit herself over the head with a tyre iron with that amount of strengh?!", Deputy Clark shook his head, sometimes he swore that Anderson could be such an idiot, how he made it into the force he'd never know.
"Who found her?"
"Her husband, Jack Weathers"
"Hey, don't you think it's a little weird that her daughter, the infamous Gale Weathers, was only put in hospital yesterday... and then this happened?"
"Yes of course I thought of that, that's why we're takin' Mr Weathers in to be questioned!", Clark stood over the body on Nancy Weathers and sighed heavily, he hated cases like this. "Something funny's goin' on here and I plan to find out what..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He sat in the shadows of his darkened room and ran one finger over the picture he was holding in his hand. She was even more beautiful now than she had been when she was a teenager. A cascade of long, dark hair fell perfectly down her back and her clear, azure blue eyes sparkled mischeviously. She was smiling in the picture but not the power smile that she used for all her publicity shots but a natural smile, vibrant and winning. A beautiful smile. He'd taken it from her house when they'd had the little run-in yesterday. He hadn't expected her to be home..., he hadn't wanted to hurt her yet... but she saw him and it all got out of hand. He prayed that she'd wake up so he could be with her one last time...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
1987- The Weathers Residence, Northern Calafornia.
Gale stopped apprehensively outside the door and shifted her bag from one shoulder to the other. She really didn't want to go in there. Her mother was due back from her little 'vacation' in Paris today and Gale knew that she certainly didn't want to see her. She hadn't seen her for about a month but she didn't care, the woman was insufferable.
She took a deep breath and stepped inside quietly, maybe she could get away with not talking to her if she went straight to her room.
"Did you hear something?", Gale froze as she heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the lounge, a deep masculine voice.
"No, I didn't hear anything... you're so paranoid you know that?", it was her mother, there was no doubt about that. Her mother with another man. Gale gritted her teeth in anger and gripped the bannister tightly. This was so typical of her. She hated her, hated her for not caring about her only daughter, for putting her stupid job above everything else and mostly for having the gall to cheat on her father right under her nose.
"I'm gonna check anyway...", Gale panicked as she heard movement from behind the lounge door and ran up the stairs, crouching down at the top and peering silently through the bannisters to see what was going on. She saw her mother enter the hall from the lounge, wearing a red silk kimono dressing gown, her dark hair piled on top of her head and a glass of martini clutched in her right hand. A strange man followed closely behind her, his power suit dishevelled.
"See, I told you there was no-one out here", Nancy Weathers turned swiftly and marched back into the lounge, a scornfull look on her face.
The man also turned but didn't head back towards the lounge, instead he stood on the spot, staring at his hands. Gale shifted uncomfortably and longed for him to leave so she could make her escape. She stopped as she suddenly realised that he'd shifted his position and was looking directly at her.
He didn't look surprised to see her and a smile played across his lips as he fixed his gaze directly with hers. There was something about that smile that chilled her right to her very soul. She knew she had to get out of there. Without uttering a single word, she stood and ran to her bedroom, shutting the door tightly behind her and shuddering violently.
Okay, I would write more but I really have to sleep right now... I'll definately continue when I have time but that's it for now. Please review!!!