Title: A New Beginning - Post Scene to Last Call (3/3)
Author: Lynne Facella
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: Post scene to Last Call - Bosco's point of view.
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Man I was tired... I glanced over at Sully who was sittin' in the front seat beside me as I drove. He was quiet, calm...first time I'd seen him like that in a while. He'd been far from that over the past few days. Davis had offered to drive, but I'd insisted. My headache was better and somehow it gave me the feeling that I had some control back over things. Everything up at the cabin had spiraled far beyond anyone's control. I was glad it was over...glad to get back to some kind of normalcy.
When the union rep had called me to say Davis needed help with Sullivan, I'd agreed to help without question. Davis was a good guy and Sullivan...well...I had a sort of a grudgin' respect for him. I knew he'd gone through a lot of stuff and if they really thought we could do this, I'd do my part.
I'd known it could be bad. Hell it was bad with my own friggen family, but Sully...well, I just hadn't known how mean the guy could be. I knew he didn't love me or nothin' but even so...
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"He probably drinks because he can't stand to be sober around you. Imagine what its like for him, having a son like you. I'd drink myself silly too."
I'd beat the crap out of your mother for ever having you in the first place.
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I knew he'd just been tryin' to push my buttons, doing anything and everything so I'd give him some of that damn poison in a bottle he was cravin' so much, but even so...I admit that it hurt. Brought back memories of things I just didn't want to think about.
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"He hates your guts, Bosco."
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No shit. Tell me somethin' I didn't know already, Sully.
It had been one helluva night for sure. Then the jag-off had walloped me over the head, perfect ending to a perfect night.,,
******
I pulled the car up in front of Sully's apartment building and Davis asked me if I'd keep his stuff until the next day. I was gonna tell him that he wouldn't be able to baby-sit Sully forever, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. Hell, who was I to give advice anyhow? Wasn't like my partnership with Faith was in terrific shape these days. I watched as Davis followed Sully into the building, and then I pulled away. I knew Cruz had the day off, but I wasn't in the mood to see her. Not like I could talk to her about what had gone on anyhow. I wasn't about to confide in her something that could get Sully into trouble. Hell, truth was I didn't trust her...not like Faith...never like Faith...
******
"What'd you do with my money, bitch!" Maurice watched in horror as his dad punched his mom in the stomach, sending her crashing back into a wall.
"We needed some food. The kids have to eat," she screamed back. She was on the floor now, cowering, knowing he'd be coming at her again.
"And I work hard!" he thundered. "I have a right to a lousy drink once in a while!"
"Once in a while? Oh that's rich," she laughed scornfully.
He started towards her again, was just about on her when Maurice ran to them, putting himself in front of his mother.
"Don't, daddy. Leave her alone!"
"Maurice, no, run!" His mom was pleading, crying for him to get out of the way, but he wouldn't. He stood there, scared, but defiant, needing to defend his mother, hardly flinching at all as he saw his father's fist coming right towards his face..
******
Shit. I awoke in a sweat, my whole body trembling. I guessed I'd been asleep for a while since it was night now and my bedroom was shrouded in darkness. I quickly reached for the lamp, turning it on. Only then was I able to calm myself down. Man...it had been a while since I'd had one of those nightmares. Guess I could thank Sully for this one. I flung the covers aside and got up out of bed to head for the shower. After that, I got dressed, feeling really jumpy and restless. I knew I wouldn't be sleeping again any time soon.
I found myself thinking back to what happened up at the cabin once again. The stuff Sully had said to Davis was stuff he never should have said to his partner.
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"Don't you know that just looking at you makes me remember? I never wanted you around me. Never."
"I hate you."
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And what he said about Davis' father...that had been the clincher. It had shocked me. I couldn't even imagine what it had done to Davis. I'd thought he was gonna take Sully's head off, not that I blamed him, but it wouldn't have helped. Still, Davis had somehow gotten past all the shit Sully had been throwing at him.
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"I'm not leaving. This is where I belong. And it's not because of you. It's because of me. We're partners...family..."
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Partners...family. Oh yeah, he'd definitely gotten to me with that one. I'd watched as Davis embraced Sullivan, but I hadn't really been thinking about them. I'd been thinking about Faith and how bad things had gotten between us. I didn't like it at all. In fact, I hated it. Driving around with constant tension between us...not really knowing what to say and snapping at each other when we did speak...
If Sully and Davis could get through what they were going through, why couldn't Faith and I? I glanced over at the digital display on my alarm clock and saw that it was almost time for Faith's shift to end... It was almost like some kind of omen or somethin'. I grabbed my jacket and headed out, determined to try with her one more time...
******
I sat out in my car, just waitin,, watchin' for Faith to emerge from the stationhouse. Finally I saw her. I watched her for a few moments, gettin' my nerve up before I scrambled out of the car and hurried towards her. "Faith."
She turned towards me, a weary expression on her face. "Bos, not now. I'm tired."
"Faith, come on. I just want to talk to you." I wasn't sure what it was, maybe something in the way I looked at her, but I could see she was relentin' and then she nodded.
"Just a few minutes. I've got to get home."
"Okay, that's fine." It was better than nothin' and at this point I was willin' to take whatever I could get.
We walked over to where my car was parked. "You want to get in?" I asked her. "It's kinda cold out here."
"I said a few minutes, Bos."
She stood there, not giving an inch, not even looking back at me and for a moment I considered sayin' to hell with this, but I forced myself to focus on Davis and the progress he'd made with Sully. 'Stick with it Bosco,' I told myself.
"So what are you doin' here anyhow? Cruz kick you out of bed?"
I was kinda shocked at the harshness in her tone, the coldness in her eyes. This was not Faith. This was not -my- Faith.
"You know what? Forget this. I'm sorry I came," I said angrily. Jesus, what was it with these people? Did I have a sign saying 'shit on me' plastered to my back? First Sully, now Faith...I'd had it with them...both of them. I turned away from her and was just about to open my car door when I felt her hand on my shoulder.
"Bos...look I'm sorry. It was just a crap day..."
Guess crap days were contagious. I hesitantly turned back towards her. Her expression had softened a little. Maybe she was willin' to listen to me now.
"So...did you and Cruz have a fight?"
"No," I shook my head, a little bewildered. "I didn't even see her today, Faith."
"You didn't?" Okay, she was definitely surprised by that. "I just assumed...well I knew you were off and she was off and..."
"Yeah well maybe you shouldn't always assume stuff about me..." I murmured, shooting her a wounded look. I mean, I had feelings too and everyone was stomping all over them today.
"Okay...you're right. So...what's goin' on? Did somethin' happen?"
"Yeah..." I found myself lowering my voice even though no one was around. "I was up at this cabin with Sully. Davis and I have been trying to get him to dry out..."
"He's been drinkin?" she whispered, looking back at me with concern in her eyes.
"Yeah and Faith...this is between you and me. No one else can know." Not that I really needed to say it. I knew she wouldn't tell anyone. Faith would never want to do anything that might harm Sully.
"I had no idea," she said musingly.
"Well, that's probably good. If you didn't notice, I doubt anyone else did either."
"Is he okay?"
"I hope so. He's home now. It...it was pretty bad though, Faith...really bad..."
"Wow..." She leaned back against my car, taking in what I'd told her. "I hope Sully will be alright..."
"He said all this stuff to Davis...really cruel things, but Davis...he just took it, you know? He was really pissed and he almost lost it, but he didn't. He just stuck with him, no matter what he said..."
She was silent for a few moments, just standin' there, thinkin'. "Davis is a good guy," she finally said, her voice really soft.
"Yeah he is," I agreed quietly. I stood there just gazing at her, willing her to look back at me, to -really- look at me. Finally she did. "He said he belonged with his partner...that Sully was his family..."
I could see that she was actually listenin' to me now and it encouraged me to go on. "Faith... I hate the way things are between us. We need to work this out." I thought about what Davis had said to Sully and how true it was. "You are my partner, Faith...you are my family..."
She quickly dropped her gaze, but not before I saw the tears that were beginning to glisten in her eyes. "Faith?" I whispered, laying my hand tentatively on her shoulder. "Please?"
She raised her head then. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks as she met my gaze and nodded. "Alright, Bos..." she said, "I'm willin' to try."
"Thank you." I smiled at her then and took a step towards her. She gazed back at me for a long moment and then gave an almost imperceptible nod as I slowly put my arms around her and drew her gently in against me. I released the breath I hadn't known I was holding as she buried her head against my chest and I felt her arms around me, embracing me as tightly as I was holding her.
I knew we still had a long way to go, but, standin' there holdin' Faith in my arms like this, I truly believed that we were going to get there...
Author: Lynne Facella
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: Post scene to Last Call - Bosco's point of view.
******
Man I was tired... I glanced over at Sully who was sittin' in the front seat beside me as I drove. He was quiet, calm...first time I'd seen him like that in a while. He'd been far from that over the past few days. Davis had offered to drive, but I'd insisted. My headache was better and somehow it gave me the feeling that I had some control back over things. Everything up at the cabin had spiraled far beyond anyone's control. I was glad it was over...glad to get back to some kind of normalcy.
When the union rep had called me to say Davis needed help with Sullivan, I'd agreed to help without question. Davis was a good guy and Sullivan...well...I had a sort of a grudgin' respect for him. I knew he'd gone through a lot of stuff and if they really thought we could do this, I'd do my part.
I'd known it could be bad. Hell it was bad with my own friggen family, but Sully...well, I just hadn't known how mean the guy could be. I knew he didn't love me or nothin' but even so...
~~~~~~
"He probably drinks because he can't stand to be sober around you. Imagine what its like for him, having a son like you. I'd drink myself silly too."
I'd beat the crap out of your mother for ever having you in the first place.
~~~~~~
I knew he'd just been tryin' to push my buttons, doing anything and everything so I'd give him some of that damn poison in a bottle he was cravin' so much, but even so...I admit that it hurt. Brought back memories of things I just didn't want to think about.
~~~~~~
"He hates your guts, Bosco."
~~~~~~
No shit. Tell me somethin' I didn't know already, Sully.
It had been one helluva night for sure. Then the jag-off had walloped me over the head, perfect ending to a perfect night.,,
******
I pulled the car up in front of Sully's apartment building and Davis asked me if I'd keep his stuff until the next day. I was gonna tell him that he wouldn't be able to baby-sit Sully forever, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. Hell, who was I to give advice anyhow? Wasn't like my partnership with Faith was in terrific shape these days. I watched as Davis followed Sully into the building, and then I pulled away. I knew Cruz had the day off, but I wasn't in the mood to see her. Not like I could talk to her about what had gone on anyhow. I wasn't about to confide in her something that could get Sully into trouble. Hell, truth was I didn't trust her...not like Faith...never like Faith...
******
"What'd you do with my money, bitch!" Maurice watched in horror as his dad punched his mom in the stomach, sending her crashing back into a wall.
"We needed some food. The kids have to eat," she screamed back. She was on the floor now, cowering, knowing he'd be coming at her again.
"And I work hard!" he thundered. "I have a right to a lousy drink once in a while!"
"Once in a while? Oh that's rich," she laughed scornfully.
He started towards her again, was just about on her when Maurice ran to them, putting himself in front of his mother.
"Don't, daddy. Leave her alone!"
"Maurice, no, run!" His mom was pleading, crying for him to get out of the way, but he wouldn't. He stood there, scared, but defiant, needing to defend his mother, hardly flinching at all as he saw his father's fist coming right towards his face..
******
Shit. I awoke in a sweat, my whole body trembling. I guessed I'd been asleep for a while since it was night now and my bedroom was shrouded in darkness. I quickly reached for the lamp, turning it on. Only then was I able to calm myself down. Man...it had been a while since I'd had one of those nightmares. Guess I could thank Sully for this one. I flung the covers aside and got up out of bed to head for the shower. After that, I got dressed, feeling really jumpy and restless. I knew I wouldn't be sleeping again any time soon.
I found myself thinking back to what happened up at the cabin once again. The stuff Sully had said to Davis was stuff he never should have said to his partner.
~~~~~~
"Don't you know that just looking at you makes me remember? I never wanted you around me. Never."
"I hate you."
~~~~~~
And what he said about Davis' father...that had been the clincher. It had shocked me. I couldn't even imagine what it had done to Davis. I'd thought he was gonna take Sully's head off, not that I blamed him, but it wouldn't have helped. Still, Davis had somehow gotten past all the shit Sully had been throwing at him.
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"I'm not leaving. This is where I belong. And it's not because of you. It's because of me. We're partners...family..."
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Partners...family. Oh yeah, he'd definitely gotten to me with that one. I'd watched as Davis embraced Sullivan, but I hadn't really been thinking about them. I'd been thinking about Faith and how bad things had gotten between us. I didn't like it at all. In fact, I hated it. Driving around with constant tension between us...not really knowing what to say and snapping at each other when we did speak...
If Sully and Davis could get through what they were going through, why couldn't Faith and I? I glanced over at the digital display on my alarm clock and saw that it was almost time for Faith's shift to end... It was almost like some kind of omen or somethin'. I grabbed my jacket and headed out, determined to try with her one more time...
******
I sat out in my car, just waitin,, watchin' for Faith to emerge from the stationhouse. Finally I saw her. I watched her for a few moments, gettin' my nerve up before I scrambled out of the car and hurried towards her. "Faith."
She turned towards me, a weary expression on her face. "Bos, not now. I'm tired."
"Faith, come on. I just want to talk to you." I wasn't sure what it was, maybe something in the way I looked at her, but I could see she was relentin' and then she nodded.
"Just a few minutes. I've got to get home."
"Okay, that's fine." It was better than nothin' and at this point I was willin' to take whatever I could get.
We walked over to where my car was parked. "You want to get in?" I asked her. "It's kinda cold out here."
"I said a few minutes, Bos."
She stood there, not giving an inch, not even looking back at me and for a moment I considered sayin' to hell with this, but I forced myself to focus on Davis and the progress he'd made with Sully. 'Stick with it Bosco,' I told myself.
"So what are you doin' here anyhow? Cruz kick you out of bed?"
I was kinda shocked at the harshness in her tone, the coldness in her eyes. This was not Faith. This was not -my- Faith.
"You know what? Forget this. I'm sorry I came," I said angrily. Jesus, what was it with these people? Did I have a sign saying 'shit on me' plastered to my back? First Sully, now Faith...I'd had it with them...both of them. I turned away from her and was just about to open my car door when I felt her hand on my shoulder.
"Bos...look I'm sorry. It was just a crap day..."
Guess crap days were contagious. I hesitantly turned back towards her. Her expression had softened a little. Maybe she was willin' to listen to me now.
"So...did you and Cruz have a fight?"
"No," I shook my head, a little bewildered. "I didn't even see her today, Faith."
"You didn't?" Okay, she was definitely surprised by that. "I just assumed...well I knew you were off and she was off and..."
"Yeah well maybe you shouldn't always assume stuff about me..." I murmured, shooting her a wounded look. I mean, I had feelings too and everyone was stomping all over them today.
"Okay...you're right. So...what's goin' on? Did somethin' happen?"
"Yeah..." I found myself lowering my voice even though no one was around. "I was up at this cabin with Sully. Davis and I have been trying to get him to dry out..."
"He's been drinkin?" she whispered, looking back at me with concern in her eyes.
"Yeah and Faith...this is between you and me. No one else can know." Not that I really needed to say it. I knew she wouldn't tell anyone. Faith would never want to do anything that might harm Sully.
"I had no idea," she said musingly.
"Well, that's probably good. If you didn't notice, I doubt anyone else did either."
"Is he okay?"
"I hope so. He's home now. It...it was pretty bad though, Faith...really bad..."
"Wow..." She leaned back against my car, taking in what I'd told her. "I hope Sully will be alright..."
"He said all this stuff to Davis...really cruel things, but Davis...he just took it, you know? He was really pissed and he almost lost it, but he didn't. He just stuck with him, no matter what he said..."
She was silent for a few moments, just standin' there, thinkin'. "Davis is a good guy," she finally said, her voice really soft.
"Yeah he is," I agreed quietly. I stood there just gazing at her, willing her to look back at me, to -really- look at me. Finally she did. "He said he belonged with his partner...that Sully was his family..."
I could see that she was actually listenin' to me now and it encouraged me to go on. "Faith... I hate the way things are between us. We need to work this out." I thought about what Davis had said to Sully and how true it was. "You are my partner, Faith...you are my family..."
She quickly dropped her gaze, but not before I saw the tears that were beginning to glisten in her eyes. "Faith?" I whispered, laying my hand tentatively on her shoulder. "Please?"
She raised her head then. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks as she met my gaze and nodded. "Alright, Bos..." she said, "I'm willin' to try."
"Thank you." I smiled at her then and took a step towards her. She gazed back at me for a long moment and then gave an almost imperceptible nod as I slowly put my arms around her and drew her gently in against me. I released the breath I hadn't known I was holding as she buried her head against my chest and I felt her arms around me, embracing me as tightly as I was holding her.
I knew we still had a long way to go, but, standin' there holdin' Faith in my arms like this, I truly believed that we were going to get there...