Souls That Need Each Other
By: Kichara
Chapter 7: Meetings
*~*~*~*~*~* Awwww you guyz gave me reviews!! *squishes reviews to her chest* Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! And see what happens when I get reviews? They get my lazy arse writing! (Actually, it's more my lazy fingers writing, but you get the idea---)
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Juno stepped past a pair of guards without a word. She hadn't gotten any trouble from any of them so far, although she wasn't sure if it was due to her stature as a caseworker, or just the icy glare she was sending them all. It didn't really matter, as far as she was concerned, as long as she was able to get in to see Beetlejuice without having to deal with some guard hyped up on his own testosterone bothering her. She had enough on her mind.
Her low heels clicked against the concrete softly as she passed through a set of doors and another guard. She'd reached the lower level of the courthouse, where prisoners were held. A clipboard was attached to the wall on the opposite side of the door and she glanced over it, finding that her destination was at the end of the hall. Several hollers and catcalls chased her as she passed the other inmates, but were silenced as she focused her sharp blue-gray eyes on them.
She stepped up to her old partner's cell silently. He was the only one in it, lying on the bunk with his arms pillowing his head, leg crooked at the knee resting on the other one in a thoughtful and relaxed manner. His face was still, eyes fixed on the bottom of the empty bunk over him. Juno stood still, composed with her hands overlapping each other at her front. After a long moment, he tilted his head to the side, soft green eyes meeting hers. The eyes widened in surprise but his body stayed in the same position, seemingly uncaring. It was probably what he wanted her to believe. She mused, watching as his eyes shifted back to the bunk.
"What are you doing here?" He asked bluntly, voice gruffer than usual but even.
"I met Nicky." His fingers twitched slightly and he blinked, but otherwise gave no reaction, and the untrained eye wouldn't have seen the change at all.
"Yeah? So what? Did you come here to give me a lecture about doing the right thing and how I should've told someone about her?" He almost spat with an anger that was probably half stemmed from the frustration over everything that had happened that day, and from the bitterness that the two had separated with last time they'd met.
"I wouldn't exactly say it's a lecture." She replied, voice softening ever so slightly. "Especially since, if you had done that, then Nicky wouldn't have been able to stay with you. And you wouldn't have changed into a better person." 'That got a reaction.' She thought, almost amused, but not really, as she watched him instantly roll over, sitting up and staring at her with wide eyes.
"Juno?" His voice was quiet like she'd never heard it before, and one of her hands reached up to grasp one of the cold metal bars in front of her almost out of desperation and shock.
"I'm going to help you two." She said gently, eyes never leaving his. "We'll pull through this."
"Why?" His lack of words was shocking and her other hand held onto another bar, almost clinging to them. The sight of Beetlejuice acting so--- human was overwhelming and she felt the need for something to support her, even if it was just some iron bars that were separating her from the person that had once been a dear friend.
"Because it's the right thing to do." The ghost's beeper suddenly sounded in her pocket and she backed away from the bars in surprise, hand reaching into the pocket and pulling out the tiny device. "I have to go." She announced, stepping back up. "I'll see you soon, the hearing's supposed to take place tomorrow morning.
"Thanks, babe. I'll see you." He said, flashing her a smile that had the traces of that old grin of his that she'd always loved.
"See you." She turned and walked off, putting her beeper back into her skirt's pocket and pulling out a cell phone out of the other one.
Beetlejuice clasped his hands together, resting his forehead against them and allowed himself the first smile since breakfast with Nicky that morning.
"Yes, what is it?" Juno spoke into her cell as she walked back upstairs.
"There's someone who wants to see you, Miss Juno." Her secretary answered, sounding rather pensive.
"Who is it?" The response was almost snappish, Juno could think of better things to be doing over having to wrestle with one of the paperwork- wielding interns that were always stalking her.
"Um, a new ghost. They asked for you by name, Miss."
"Who the hell would--- Never mind, I'll be there in about 15, Miranda." Juno cut off the connection and pocketed the phone again, pushing open the courthouse doors with her free hand. Didn't she ever get a moment's rest?
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Nicky woke slowly, exhaustion weighing down on her limbs like iron. She sat up slowly, noticing that she was still in her clothes from last night, her boots neatly placed at the foot of the bed. She picked one of them up, closing her eyes as she breathed in the smell of leather. They'd been taken off her carefully by Hildi, while the boys had tucked her in. Then they'd left, eyes held on her in concern and love.
The ghost smiled softly, setting the boot back down and standing up. She had a rather unusual talent for being able to gather events and emotions from some items and the sixth sense often told her things that could never be told with words. She stepped into the bathroom, slashing a handful of icy water onto her face and rubbing at it vigorously. The door to her Dad's room was open, the unmade bed half in view from where she was standing. She shuffled towards the open door, hand out to push it back so she could walk in.
Nicky sat on the edge of the bed, then lay down, curling up on the crumpled blankets. She closed her eyes, peacefulness settling over her features. 'Juno promised she'd help, I have faith in her. And in me. We'll be able to get everything right again.' Her gentle smile returned to her, and how long she lay there, arms wrapped around her knees in a self-made hug, she had no idea, and would have stayed there for hours if her stomach didn't wake her up from her happy, half-dreamness. It grumbled loudly, protesting against the lack of food that was in it.
She got up, heading for the kitchen with a bit of bounce returning to her step. The young ghost stopped at the entryway to the kitchen however, as she took in the mess of a room before her. It had been the first room she'd got to when she'd come home the day before, and the wreck had startled her even more. Broken plates covered the floor, chairs overturned and the door to the garage had been left ajar. She'd picked up a large shard of glass, closing her eyes and concentrating on it. She'd seen her father, standing at the stove, and then flashes of red, people rushing into the house, the room a mad struggle as yells and the sound of breaking glass filled it, and then they were gone.
"Dad--- Please be alright." Nicky whispered. She went to put her boots back on to protect her feet from the glass, then back to the kitchen to carefully clean it back up.
The young woman kept herself busy for about two hours, and just as she was pushing the chairs back into place, the doorbell rang. "Now who's that?" She wondered aloud, treading over to the door and opening it up. A young woman was standing on the porch. She was elegantly thin, slender hips and shoulders held in the folds of a plain black dress. Long black hair fell down her back and her eyes, a soft chestnut, looked into Nicky's emerald one's with interest.
Nicky didn't say anything, her eyes wide as she stepped out onto the porch. One of her slender, ringed hands lifted, fingertips just touching the pale skin of the other girl's cheek. Her eyes never left her's and an endless minute passed, and then Nicky breathed a name. "Lydia?"
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Okay, okay, no hitting! I know this was all short and---stuff. But it was just so fun to end it right there!! ^^ *ducks as large heavy objects are thrown at her by irate readers* *switches to evil mode* MWHAHAHAHAHAAA, SUCH POWER I HAVE TO END IT HERE!!! *returns to normal* Whoops, um, sorry 'bout that.
I'll try to get the newest chapter up ASAP, but it's always sorta hard for me, as I don't really have an operating computer. But tell me whatcha think of what's happened and all that---stuff. O.o
Oh yeah, and much love and ferrets goes out to Spencers13, whose site is going to be hosting my BJ artwork. Unfortunately, I need to get the rest of it scanned (The EVIL of technology haunts me.), but I should have it done soon and sent to that woman we all luv. Thanks again Spencers! *huggles* ^^
By: Kichara
Chapter 7: Meetings
*~*~*~*~*~* Awwww you guyz gave me reviews!! *squishes reviews to her chest* Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! And see what happens when I get reviews? They get my lazy arse writing! (Actually, it's more my lazy fingers writing, but you get the idea---)
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Juno stepped past a pair of guards without a word. She hadn't gotten any trouble from any of them so far, although she wasn't sure if it was due to her stature as a caseworker, or just the icy glare she was sending them all. It didn't really matter, as far as she was concerned, as long as she was able to get in to see Beetlejuice without having to deal with some guard hyped up on his own testosterone bothering her. She had enough on her mind.
Her low heels clicked against the concrete softly as she passed through a set of doors and another guard. She'd reached the lower level of the courthouse, where prisoners were held. A clipboard was attached to the wall on the opposite side of the door and she glanced over it, finding that her destination was at the end of the hall. Several hollers and catcalls chased her as she passed the other inmates, but were silenced as she focused her sharp blue-gray eyes on them.
She stepped up to her old partner's cell silently. He was the only one in it, lying on the bunk with his arms pillowing his head, leg crooked at the knee resting on the other one in a thoughtful and relaxed manner. His face was still, eyes fixed on the bottom of the empty bunk over him. Juno stood still, composed with her hands overlapping each other at her front. After a long moment, he tilted his head to the side, soft green eyes meeting hers. The eyes widened in surprise but his body stayed in the same position, seemingly uncaring. It was probably what he wanted her to believe. She mused, watching as his eyes shifted back to the bunk.
"What are you doing here?" He asked bluntly, voice gruffer than usual but even.
"I met Nicky." His fingers twitched slightly and he blinked, but otherwise gave no reaction, and the untrained eye wouldn't have seen the change at all.
"Yeah? So what? Did you come here to give me a lecture about doing the right thing and how I should've told someone about her?" He almost spat with an anger that was probably half stemmed from the frustration over everything that had happened that day, and from the bitterness that the two had separated with last time they'd met.
"I wouldn't exactly say it's a lecture." She replied, voice softening ever so slightly. "Especially since, if you had done that, then Nicky wouldn't have been able to stay with you. And you wouldn't have changed into a better person." 'That got a reaction.' She thought, almost amused, but not really, as she watched him instantly roll over, sitting up and staring at her with wide eyes.
"Juno?" His voice was quiet like she'd never heard it before, and one of her hands reached up to grasp one of the cold metal bars in front of her almost out of desperation and shock.
"I'm going to help you two." She said gently, eyes never leaving his. "We'll pull through this."
"Why?" His lack of words was shocking and her other hand held onto another bar, almost clinging to them. The sight of Beetlejuice acting so--- human was overwhelming and she felt the need for something to support her, even if it was just some iron bars that were separating her from the person that had once been a dear friend.
"Because it's the right thing to do." The ghost's beeper suddenly sounded in her pocket and she backed away from the bars in surprise, hand reaching into the pocket and pulling out the tiny device. "I have to go." She announced, stepping back up. "I'll see you soon, the hearing's supposed to take place tomorrow morning.
"Thanks, babe. I'll see you." He said, flashing her a smile that had the traces of that old grin of his that she'd always loved.
"See you." She turned and walked off, putting her beeper back into her skirt's pocket and pulling out a cell phone out of the other one.
Beetlejuice clasped his hands together, resting his forehead against them and allowed himself the first smile since breakfast with Nicky that morning.
"Yes, what is it?" Juno spoke into her cell as she walked back upstairs.
"There's someone who wants to see you, Miss Juno." Her secretary answered, sounding rather pensive.
"Who is it?" The response was almost snappish, Juno could think of better things to be doing over having to wrestle with one of the paperwork- wielding interns that were always stalking her.
"Um, a new ghost. They asked for you by name, Miss."
"Who the hell would--- Never mind, I'll be there in about 15, Miranda." Juno cut off the connection and pocketed the phone again, pushing open the courthouse doors with her free hand. Didn't she ever get a moment's rest?
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Nicky woke slowly, exhaustion weighing down on her limbs like iron. She sat up slowly, noticing that she was still in her clothes from last night, her boots neatly placed at the foot of the bed. She picked one of them up, closing her eyes as she breathed in the smell of leather. They'd been taken off her carefully by Hildi, while the boys had tucked her in. Then they'd left, eyes held on her in concern and love.
The ghost smiled softly, setting the boot back down and standing up. She had a rather unusual talent for being able to gather events and emotions from some items and the sixth sense often told her things that could never be told with words. She stepped into the bathroom, slashing a handful of icy water onto her face and rubbing at it vigorously. The door to her Dad's room was open, the unmade bed half in view from where she was standing. She shuffled towards the open door, hand out to push it back so she could walk in.
Nicky sat on the edge of the bed, then lay down, curling up on the crumpled blankets. She closed her eyes, peacefulness settling over her features. 'Juno promised she'd help, I have faith in her. And in me. We'll be able to get everything right again.' Her gentle smile returned to her, and how long she lay there, arms wrapped around her knees in a self-made hug, she had no idea, and would have stayed there for hours if her stomach didn't wake her up from her happy, half-dreamness. It grumbled loudly, protesting against the lack of food that was in it.
She got up, heading for the kitchen with a bit of bounce returning to her step. The young ghost stopped at the entryway to the kitchen however, as she took in the mess of a room before her. It had been the first room she'd got to when she'd come home the day before, and the wreck had startled her even more. Broken plates covered the floor, chairs overturned and the door to the garage had been left ajar. She'd picked up a large shard of glass, closing her eyes and concentrating on it. She'd seen her father, standing at the stove, and then flashes of red, people rushing into the house, the room a mad struggle as yells and the sound of breaking glass filled it, and then they were gone.
"Dad--- Please be alright." Nicky whispered. She went to put her boots back on to protect her feet from the glass, then back to the kitchen to carefully clean it back up.
The young woman kept herself busy for about two hours, and just as she was pushing the chairs back into place, the doorbell rang. "Now who's that?" She wondered aloud, treading over to the door and opening it up. A young woman was standing on the porch. She was elegantly thin, slender hips and shoulders held in the folds of a plain black dress. Long black hair fell down her back and her eyes, a soft chestnut, looked into Nicky's emerald one's with interest.
Nicky didn't say anything, her eyes wide as she stepped out onto the porch. One of her slender, ringed hands lifted, fingertips just touching the pale skin of the other girl's cheek. Her eyes never left her's and an endless minute passed, and then Nicky breathed a name. "Lydia?"
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Okay, okay, no hitting! I know this was all short and---stuff. But it was just so fun to end it right there!! ^^ *ducks as large heavy objects are thrown at her by irate readers* *switches to evil mode* MWHAHAHAHAHAAA, SUCH POWER I HAVE TO END IT HERE!!! *returns to normal* Whoops, um, sorry 'bout that.
I'll try to get the newest chapter up ASAP, but it's always sorta hard for me, as I don't really have an operating computer. But tell me whatcha think of what's happened and all that---stuff. O.o
Oh yeah, and much love and ferrets goes out to Spencers13, whose site is going to be hosting my BJ artwork. Unfortunately, I need to get the rest of it scanned (The EVIL of technology haunts me.), but I should have it done soon and sent to that woman we all luv. Thanks again Spencers! *huggles* ^^
