Hey there, folks! Not my first fic, but my first attempt at this sort of thing. Basically, we see what happens to the View Askew characters in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, but what about Bethany and the others from Dogma? Anyway, I hope you like it, please review!
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
R for language.
Disclaimer: no one mentioned belongs to me, I guarantee it.
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Bethany ripped yesterday's page off of her day-to-day calendar. A wistful smile crossed her face as she looked at the date. One year.
It was so hard to believe that a whole year had passed since that insane adventure she'd undertook had ended. Bethany couldn't help smiling as she leaned over Alanis's crib. ~What a beautiful baby girl,~ she thought. ~If you only knew...~
Alanis, as if hearing Bethany's thoughts, opened her eyes and said something in garbled baby speech. Bethany stroked her daughter's fine brown hair. "You're lucky I didn't name you Rufus," she said, and laughed. What would Rufus think of the new last Scion? Would the two ever meet?
The force of Bethany's own thoughts struck her, and an errant tear fell. She missed them all so much. Jay, with his incessant requests for sex. Bob, with his mute friendship and sweetness. Rufus, with his wisdom and wisecracks. Serendipity, with her friendly demeanor and biting wit. Metatron, with his big brother attitude. Even Larry and Barry--er, Loki and Bartleby--she missed them, too.
Bethany's reminiscent melancholy waned as she dropped Alanis off at day care and drove to the clinic, however. The pro-lifers were already assembled outside, and started verbally assaulting her and crowding around as she made her way up the walk. "Baby-killer!" the one with the slightly scarred face taunted as he got unsettlingly close. "Bitch! You're going to burn in hell!"
Bethany snorted. "You're going to have to talk to God about that," she replied.
"What's *that* supposed to mean? God knows who you are and what you're doing, you murderer."
She wheeled to face him, a look of annoying calm on her face. "Look, I've spoken with God personally, and She doesn't seem to have any qualms with my line of work, thanks. So if you don't mind, I have a child to support, so I'd better get to work."
It was beyond her why she still worked in the clinic, she thought, pushing open the door. She felt no pride in her work, but she did feel some loyalty to the place still. But today, she was feeling under the weather emotionally and was slumped on the table in the break room when her coworker Liz found her.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Mmph," Bethany's voice came muffled, mumbled into her folded arms.
Liz rolled her eyes, an unseen gesture. "English I can understand, please. This isn't another crisis of faith, is it?"
"No."
"Still a believer, then?"
Beliefs. Oh, how well she remembered her conversation with Rufus on the train about beliefs versus ideas. She felt a twinge of pain at the memory.
"Yeah," she said softly. "I am."
"Then why the long face?"
"I..." Bethany started, unsure of how to put into words the pangs of regret and fondness and everything she was feeling right then. Suddenly, like a lightning bolt or some other sign from God, which it very well could have been, it hit her. "I need to take a sabbatical. Liz, can you do me a huge favor?" Before the other woman even had a chance to say anything, Bethany plowed on. "I need you to take care of Alanis for me for awhile. I have to go to Jersey."
"Whoa. Wait a second there," Liz said, holding up a hand. "You have to go *where*?"
"The great state of New Jersey."
"Why on earth would anyone *have* to go to *Jersey*?"
"It's a long story," Bethany said, getting up and starting to get her things together. The sooner she left, the better.
"I don't know if I should even let you," Liz said doubtfully. "I mean, the last time you ran off unexpectedly, you came back fucking pregnant. Just what is in the state of New Jersey that you need?"
"Not what, who," Bethany said impatiently, checking her purse to see if she had enough cash. Hmm. She'd have to run back to the apartment for a change of clothes.
"This isn't a whole 'gotta find my baby's daddy' thing, is it?"
Bethany smiled. "My baby doesn't have a daddy."
"Excuse me?"
"I didn't get laid in Jersey, Liz. As a matter of fact, I didn't get laid at all." She shrugged into her coat. "You have the spare key, right?"
Liz, dumbfounded, could only nod.
"Great. Alanis is at the day care, it closes at five. I'm going to the apartment, I'll get some baby things together for you." She leaned over and pecked Liz on the cheek, and couldn't help wondering what Jay would say to that. "Thanks, Liz. It means a lot to me."
And she was out the door.
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
R for language.
Disclaimer: no one mentioned belongs to me, I guarantee it.
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
Bethany ripped yesterday's page off of her day-to-day calendar. A wistful smile crossed her face as she looked at the date. One year.
It was so hard to believe that a whole year had passed since that insane adventure she'd undertook had ended. Bethany couldn't help smiling as she leaned over Alanis's crib. ~What a beautiful baby girl,~ she thought. ~If you only knew...~
Alanis, as if hearing Bethany's thoughts, opened her eyes and said something in garbled baby speech. Bethany stroked her daughter's fine brown hair. "You're lucky I didn't name you Rufus," she said, and laughed. What would Rufus think of the new last Scion? Would the two ever meet?
The force of Bethany's own thoughts struck her, and an errant tear fell. She missed them all so much. Jay, with his incessant requests for sex. Bob, with his mute friendship and sweetness. Rufus, with his wisdom and wisecracks. Serendipity, with her friendly demeanor and biting wit. Metatron, with his big brother attitude. Even Larry and Barry--er, Loki and Bartleby--she missed them, too.
Bethany's reminiscent melancholy waned as she dropped Alanis off at day care and drove to the clinic, however. The pro-lifers were already assembled outside, and started verbally assaulting her and crowding around as she made her way up the walk. "Baby-killer!" the one with the slightly scarred face taunted as he got unsettlingly close. "Bitch! You're going to burn in hell!"
Bethany snorted. "You're going to have to talk to God about that," she replied.
"What's *that* supposed to mean? God knows who you are and what you're doing, you murderer."
She wheeled to face him, a look of annoying calm on her face. "Look, I've spoken with God personally, and She doesn't seem to have any qualms with my line of work, thanks. So if you don't mind, I have a child to support, so I'd better get to work."
It was beyond her why she still worked in the clinic, she thought, pushing open the door. She felt no pride in her work, but she did feel some loyalty to the place still. But today, she was feeling under the weather emotionally and was slumped on the table in the break room when her coworker Liz found her.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Mmph," Bethany's voice came muffled, mumbled into her folded arms.
Liz rolled her eyes, an unseen gesture. "English I can understand, please. This isn't another crisis of faith, is it?"
"No."
"Still a believer, then?"
Beliefs. Oh, how well she remembered her conversation with Rufus on the train about beliefs versus ideas. She felt a twinge of pain at the memory.
"Yeah," she said softly. "I am."
"Then why the long face?"
"I..." Bethany started, unsure of how to put into words the pangs of regret and fondness and everything she was feeling right then. Suddenly, like a lightning bolt or some other sign from God, which it very well could have been, it hit her. "I need to take a sabbatical. Liz, can you do me a huge favor?" Before the other woman even had a chance to say anything, Bethany plowed on. "I need you to take care of Alanis for me for awhile. I have to go to Jersey."
"Whoa. Wait a second there," Liz said, holding up a hand. "You have to go *where*?"
"The great state of New Jersey."
"Why on earth would anyone *have* to go to *Jersey*?"
"It's a long story," Bethany said, getting up and starting to get her things together. The sooner she left, the better.
"I don't know if I should even let you," Liz said doubtfully. "I mean, the last time you ran off unexpectedly, you came back fucking pregnant. Just what is in the state of New Jersey that you need?"
"Not what, who," Bethany said impatiently, checking her purse to see if she had enough cash. Hmm. She'd have to run back to the apartment for a change of clothes.
"This isn't a whole 'gotta find my baby's daddy' thing, is it?"
Bethany smiled. "My baby doesn't have a daddy."
"Excuse me?"
"I didn't get laid in Jersey, Liz. As a matter of fact, I didn't get laid at all." She shrugged into her coat. "You have the spare key, right?"
Liz, dumbfounded, could only nod.
"Great. Alanis is at the day care, it closes at five. I'm going to the apartment, I'll get some baby things together for you." She leaned over and pecked Liz on the cheek, and couldn't help wondering what Jay would say to that. "Thanks, Liz. It means a lot to me."
And she was out the door.
