Chapter 5 - Revelations.
Authors Note: Yeeeeah, I know it's been *ages* since the last part, but eh, whatya gonna do? :p This part is dedicated to DMG because without her I wouldn't have done this, lol.
Looking up at the grey-brick walls before her, she could feel her heart thudding in her ears. This was stupid, why the hell was she so nervous? It wasn't like she was guilty of anything... or she had anything to hide. But that was just the thing, she kinda did. And she knew why she was so nervous, seeing Gale after all this time was going to be so strange. She'd read about her in numerous scandals, seen her on numerous TV shows... but this was real. She didn't know how she was going to handle it once she got in there.
After a moment she realized that a young man of about twenty-five was holding the door open for her and looking at her face with mild amusement.
"You goin' in?", he was a Doctor, tall and handsome in a little boy way with sandy hair and deep green eyes. She blushed slightly, knowing that she must have been staring into space.
"Yeah... I'm sorry, I got kinda caught up there", she laughed softly and walked towards him, through the wide-open door and into a bright, sunny reception area. It was a prestigious hospital and there were no hordes of patients milling around, no drunkards shouting curses and no rushed, frantic looking doctors and nurses, looking like they were on the verge of suicide. It was clean and well-lit, comforting. Music was being pumped softly from a sound system behind the front desk. She glanced at the Doctor who had snapped her out of her reverie and gave him a grateful smile, muttering her thanks as he waved to someone in the other side of the room and walked confidently away.
"Can I help you?", the receptionist's face was bright and sunny, perfectly made up. It made Kristen feel more than a little uncomfortable. This place was too fake for her liking. It was like all the sunniness made up for the terrible things that happened within the walls. People dying and in pain. Shuddering, she mentally shook herself and forced a smile back.
"Yes, ummm... I've come to visit someone. I believe she's staying at this hospital."
"Name?"
"Gale Weathers". As soon as the words left her mouth, the receptionist looked up at her and placed her pen carefully down on the desk.
"Are you a relative?"
"Um, no... I'm an old friend. My name is Kristen... Kristen Davies. You can go ask her if you don't believe me..."
"Miss Davies, I don't think that's going to be possible at the moment. I'm sorry, it's only family members", the look that the receptionist gave her made Kristen stop what she was going to say. It stuck in her throat and she nodded resignedly. They weren't going to let her in, there was no point in arguing. She didn't know what to do. What if it was ages until Gale got out? What if she *didn't* get out? God, she didn't want to think about that. Her father. Jack... It was the only thing she had left to try. She had to go see him.
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Gale was sipping at a glass of water, wincing slightly as the ice cool liquid hit her dry, aching throat when he entered quietly. She looked at him and he felt his heart quicken under the gaze of her blue eyes. She was silently pleading with him to tell her. Tell her what the doctors had said to him and he felt bad, nauseous even when he thought about how much she didn't know. He couldn't help but steal a glance downwards at her belly. His child... their child was inside of her right at that minute. He noticed no bump... but how would the doctors have been wrong? And how had she not suspected? 'More importantly', he thought, 'how did it even happen? I thought she was on the pill...'
"Ummm... Gale? I kinda have something to tell you... well, two things actually." He fidgeted nervously in his seat and could feel the enslaughts of his brain trying to freeze up. He had to tell the woman he loved that her mother was dead. Murdered. And also, that she was carrying his baby. Dewey froze. What if it wasn't his baby? He hated himself immediately for thinking it. She wouldn't do something like that, not now they'd come this far. He knew her. He knew that she wasn't what everybody thought she was. And he loved her. He wanted to kill whoever had done this to her. Kill them in cold blood. And that scared him. Not knowing scared him. Not knowing what had happened or what *could* happen...
He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his upper arm and as quickly as it it came, it was gone. Breaking his thoughts he realized that Gale had pinched his arm and was now fixing him with a slight glare, her eyes narrowed. Still as feisty as ever. God he loved that.
"I'm sorry, I got lost in myself there... you know when you just get so swept up what you're thinking? The brain seems to entirely forget it's surroundings..." He was stalling. He heard her let out an exasperated sigh and as he watched, she rolled her eyes and then almost grinned slightly, knowingly. A rush of feeling overtook him and he ached for her. He wanted all this to be over so he could take her home. All he wanted was his old Gale back.
"You're pregant Gale". He didn't know where it came from all of a sudden but he'd said it. He took a deep breath and watched her. She looked like she'd been slapped, her eyes wide with shock and her mouth hung open. "Two months, the doctor told me earlier...", he grabbed her hand and it was limp in his. She all a sudden seemed like she was fighting to breathe and he became worried, she genuinely seemed terrified. "Oh god, are you gonna be okay?" After a minute she nodded weakly and looked him straight in the eye. He wished so much that he could read what she was thinking.
Still watching her, it all of a sudden hit him. That wasn't all. There was that other thing he had to tell her. God, he couldn't back out now. It was her mother, she deserved to know. "Oh god Gale", he whispered and he felt a lump form in his throat. It showed in his voice as it quivered gently. She looked up at him again. "I'm so sorry, that's not all... it's your mother". He closed his eyes and forced the rest out. "They found her yesterday. It... it looks like someone hit her with something heavy. I'm sorry Gale"
For a moment he looked down at the clean white sheets on her bed, hardly daring to move his eyes in her direction. When he did she was staring at a point on the wall behind him. All the color had drained from her face and the look that she wore was completely blank. Her eyes seemed almost empty... numb. Kneeling infront of her, he took both of her hands in his. They were ice cold and he rubbed her fingers, desperately trying to warm them.
They stayed like that for what must have been two minutes, the seconds dragging on to Dewey like they were hours. She sat in the same position, staring at the wall, her eyes wide. He knew that she was probably trying to sort it all out in her head so he stayed quiet, just watching her for any kind of response. All of a sudden he saw her face change, her bottom lip started to quiver slightly and her face fell as she tryed to blink back the tears that were forcing themselves out at her eyelids. His heart leapt and he leaned forward, gathering her into his arms without a second thought. He held her while she sobbed softly onto his shoulder, making his shirt wet. He'd never seen her like this and it scared him and touched him all at the same time, he felt closer to her than he'd ever been and in a strange way he felt almost blessed for that.
Gripping her as close as he possibly could, he let her cry.
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He watched her exit the building and climb back into her car, her face a mixture of annoyance and concern. He couldn't believe his luck. Look who'd rolled back into town, none other than the lovely Miss Davies... that's if she *was* still a Miss. No doubt here to show her support for co-popularity queen. He thought back to a few days ago. Breaking into Gale's house had been a lot easier than he thought it'd be. He'd prepared himself for a full-on military operation, especially after all that ghostface shit. 'But no, she has her *man* now', he thought sarcastically, 'Yeah, loads of good he was'.
Her coming home had been an added bonus. He remembered going through her things, finding the precious photograph and touching her clothes, the excitement it had given him. God, how he'd missed her. She'd caught him in her bedroom, standing in the doorway, a look of sick recognition on her face before she turned and ran in the other direction. He'd caught her at the top of the stairs and how she'd struggled. Struggled in his arms. He'd had to physically restrain himself from touching her again, she looked so beautiful in her air of terror, a light sheen of sweat covering her smooth skin. But he needn't have worried. The next thing he knew she was flying backwards, falling helplessly and he watched her, scared but exhilerated, fleeing the house with the photograph after he'd checked on her at bottom of the stairs and kissed her forehead.
Kristen's car was backing out of her space, her eyes in the rear-view mirror, not noticing him though. When she'd turned out of the exit he started the ignition. Maybe it would be useful to find out where the lovely Miss Davies was staying.
Authors Note: Yeeeeah, I know it's been *ages* since the last part, but eh, whatya gonna do? :p This part is dedicated to DMG because without her I wouldn't have done this, lol.
Looking up at the grey-brick walls before her, she could feel her heart thudding in her ears. This was stupid, why the hell was she so nervous? It wasn't like she was guilty of anything... or she had anything to hide. But that was just the thing, she kinda did. And she knew why she was so nervous, seeing Gale after all this time was going to be so strange. She'd read about her in numerous scandals, seen her on numerous TV shows... but this was real. She didn't know how she was going to handle it once she got in there.
After a moment she realized that a young man of about twenty-five was holding the door open for her and looking at her face with mild amusement.
"You goin' in?", he was a Doctor, tall and handsome in a little boy way with sandy hair and deep green eyes. She blushed slightly, knowing that she must have been staring into space.
"Yeah... I'm sorry, I got kinda caught up there", she laughed softly and walked towards him, through the wide-open door and into a bright, sunny reception area. It was a prestigious hospital and there were no hordes of patients milling around, no drunkards shouting curses and no rushed, frantic looking doctors and nurses, looking like they were on the verge of suicide. It was clean and well-lit, comforting. Music was being pumped softly from a sound system behind the front desk. She glanced at the Doctor who had snapped her out of her reverie and gave him a grateful smile, muttering her thanks as he waved to someone in the other side of the room and walked confidently away.
"Can I help you?", the receptionist's face was bright and sunny, perfectly made up. It made Kristen feel more than a little uncomfortable. This place was too fake for her liking. It was like all the sunniness made up for the terrible things that happened within the walls. People dying and in pain. Shuddering, she mentally shook herself and forced a smile back.
"Yes, ummm... I've come to visit someone. I believe she's staying at this hospital."
"Name?"
"Gale Weathers". As soon as the words left her mouth, the receptionist looked up at her and placed her pen carefully down on the desk.
"Are you a relative?"
"Um, no... I'm an old friend. My name is Kristen... Kristen Davies. You can go ask her if you don't believe me..."
"Miss Davies, I don't think that's going to be possible at the moment. I'm sorry, it's only family members", the look that the receptionist gave her made Kristen stop what she was going to say. It stuck in her throat and she nodded resignedly. They weren't going to let her in, there was no point in arguing. She didn't know what to do. What if it was ages until Gale got out? What if she *didn't* get out? God, she didn't want to think about that. Her father. Jack... It was the only thing she had left to try. She had to go see him.
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Gale was sipping at a glass of water, wincing slightly as the ice cool liquid hit her dry, aching throat when he entered quietly. She looked at him and he felt his heart quicken under the gaze of her blue eyes. She was silently pleading with him to tell her. Tell her what the doctors had said to him and he felt bad, nauseous even when he thought about how much she didn't know. He couldn't help but steal a glance downwards at her belly. His child... their child was inside of her right at that minute. He noticed no bump... but how would the doctors have been wrong? And how had she not suspected? 'More importantly', he thought, 'how did it even happen? I thought she was on the pill...'
"Ummm... Gale? I kinda have something to tell you... well, two things actually." He fidgeted nervously in his seat and could feel the enslaughts of his brain trying to freeze up. He had to tell the woman he loved that her mother was dead. Murdered. And also, that she was carrying his baby. Dewey froze. What if it wasn't his baby? He hated himself immediately for thinking it. She wouldn't do something like that, not now they'd come this far. He knew her. He knew that she wasn't what everybody thought she was. And he loved her. He wanted to kill whoever had done this to her. Kill them in cold blood. And that scared him. Not knowing scared him. Not knowing what had happened or what *could* happen...
He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his upper arm and as quickly as it it came, it was gone. Breaking his thoughts he realized that Gale had pinched his arm and was now fixing him with a slight glare, her eyes narrowed. Still as feisty as ever. God he loved that.
"I'm sorry, I got lost in myself there... you know when you just get so swept up what you're thinking? The brain seems to entirely forget it's surroundings..." He was stalling. He heard her let out an exasperated sigh and as he watched, she rolled her eyes and then almost grinned slightly, knowingly. A rush of feeling overtook him and he ached for her. He wanted all this to be over so he could take her home. All he wanted was his old Gale back.
"You're pregant Gale". He didn't know where it came from all of a sudden but he'd said it. He took a deep breath and watched her. She looked like she'd been slapped, her eyes wide with shock and her mouth hung open. "Two months, the doctor told me earlier...", he grabbed her hand and it was limp in his. She all a sudden seemed like she was fighting to breathe and he became worried, she genuinely seemed terrified. "Oh god, are you gonna be okay?" After a minute she nodded weakly and looked him straight in the eye. He wished so much that he could read what she was thinking.
Still watching her, it all of a sudden hit him. That wasn't all. There was that other thing he had to tell her. God, he couldn't back out now. It was her mother, she deserved to know. "Oh god Gale", he whispered and he felt a lump form in his throat. It showed in his voice as it quivered gently. She looked up at him again. "I'm so sorry, that's not all... it's your mother". He closed his eyes and forced the rest out. "They found her yesterday. It... it looks like someone hit her with something heavy. I'm sorry Gale"
For a moment he looked down at the clean white sheets on her bed, hardly daring to move his eyes in her direction. When he did she was staring at a point on the wall behind him. All the color had drained from her face and the look that she wore was completely blank. Her eyes seemed almost empty... numb. Kneeling infront of her, he took both of her hands in his. They were ice cold and he rubbed her fingers, desperately trying to warm them.
They stayed like that for what must have been two minutes, the seconds dragging on to Dewey like they were hours. She sat in the same position, staring at the wall, her eyes wide. He knew that she was probably trying to sort it all out in her head so he stayed quiet, just watching her for any kind of response. All of a sudden he saw her face change, her bottom lip started to quiver slightly and her face fell as she tryed to blink back the tears that were forcing themselves out at her eyelids. His heart leapt and he leaned forward, gathering her into his arms without a second thought. He held her while she sobbed softly onto his shoulder, making his shirt wet. He'd never seen her like this and it scared him and touched him all at the same time, he felt closer to her than he'd ever been and in a strange way he felt almost blessed for that.
Gripping her as close as he possibly could, he let her cry.
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He watched her exit the building and climb back into her car, her face a mixture of annoyance and concern. He couldn't believe his luck. Look who'd rolled back into town, none other than the lovely Miss Davies... that's if she *was* still a Miss. No doubt here to show her support for co-popularity queen. He thought back to a few days ago. Breaking into Gale's house had been a lot easier than he thought it'd be. He'd prepared himself for a full-on military operation, especially after all that ghostface shit. 'But no, she has her *man* now', he thought sarcastically, 'Yeah, loads of good he was'.
Her coming home had been an added bonus. He remembered going through her things, finding the precious photograph and touching her clothes, the excitement it had given him. God, how he'd missed her. She'd caught him in her bedroom, standing in the doorway, a look of sick recognition on her face before she turned and ran in the other direction. He'd caught her at the top of the stairs and how she'd struggled. Struggled in his arms. He'd had to physically restrain himself from touching her again, she looked so beautiful in her air of terror, a light sheen of sweat covering her smooth skin. But he needn't have worried. The next thing he knew she was flying backwards, falling helplessly and he watched her, scared but exhilerated, fleeing the house with the photograph after he'd checked on her at bottom of the stairs and kissed her forehead.
Kristen's car was backing out of her space, her eyes in the rear-view mirror, not noticing him though. When she'd turned out of the exit he started the ignition. Maybe it would be useful to find out where the lovely Miss Davies was staying.