Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman
Dead of Winter-1880
Chapter Three- Bleeding Snowfall
A/N: Whoops, as someone pointed out to me, Katie is suppose to be 9 instead of 12, therefore making Sam 10 instead of 13, and Emily 7 instead of 10. However, since I have already written the characters with the wrong ages, let's just pretend that they are 12, 13, and 10. Thanks!
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Michaela tried to stay warm as she stepped onto the porch of her clinic and found Jake Slicker already standing there waiting for her, with his two year old daughter Isabella in his arms and four year old son Caleb trailing along in toe.
"Hey Jake! Where's a la esposa!" Hank teased from the saloon. Jake, more passive and tender, in his father and husband years ignored him, as for Hank, Dr. Mike figured that some things never changed.
"What's wrong Jake?"
"Cal and Bella have been awfully sick lately, coughin' and sneezin' ."Jake explained setting them on the exam table.
"What about Catalina?" Dr. Mike questioned him about his newborn daughter. She had been a sickly baby since birth, mostly because Catalina was born a few weeks too early, but Michaela feared her catching anything even if it was just a bad cold.
"She's fine. Dorothy's been watchin' the kids while me and Teresa are workin'." That statement always surprised Mike, who at all times, assumed Mrs. Slicker would preferably stay home with her children rather then work. Maybe, Michaela thought, teaching was just as important to Teresa as medicine was to her.
Caleb, meanwhile, very active and curious, continued to search through the clinic. By appearance, Caleb seemed just like his father, with brown hair that was cut just above his pale gray eyes and pale complexion; however, Cal was completely his own little man, with his wild, inquisitive nature.
Then, as Michaela began to exam the pretty dark haired two year old whose curly locks were tied up in a yellow ribbon, Isabella began crying "Papa", and reaching for Jake's arms before Mike could even touch her. "It's alright, Isa, Dr. Mike's just tryin' to help." Jake said as he tried to calm his children.
For Michaela seeing how loving Jake was to his children, made her realize the cold truth, as she stood looking blankly out into the streets.
The night was as black as an ebony cat stroking the half crescent moon that seemed to follow the couple as they walked down the empty Denver street.
"We have to celebrate," Madelyn said smiling to Matthew. "It's not everyday, you get your law degree."
"I'm just glad it's over," He smiled back, a jester, he hadn't done this often in years. "Now we can go home and get married."
"I'm looking forward to that and finally seeing this Colorado Springs you keep talking about and I hope the rest of your family likes me." Maddie replied.
"Of course-" He caught off by a gun aimed at his back.
"Gimme your money." the stranger spoke, making Matthew remember why he hated cities, and longed for the peacefulness of his home in Colorado Springs with it's magnificent acres of trees and wilderness that still sprouted despite "progress".
"No." Matthew in turn spoke, perhaps remembering his days as sheriff, turning to face the thief cautiously. It was a courageous move but more importantly a foolish one, as time itself seem to speed up giving none proper time to react.
"Matthew!" Maddie cried tying to push the robber on to the floor. She became the braver of the pair as she tried to remove the gun that was pointed at Matthew's chest. But, in an instant the gun fired and it was the heroism of the two that killed her as the attacker ran off idiotically taking off his mask that revealed his face to the grieving Matthew. The face of Elijah Mitchell.
Maybe it was that grief that led Matthew not to chase the man then as he lay with his almost bride and perhaps it was still sorrow that led him to aim his gun at Elijah as Matthew saw him step from the post office to the busy streets the next morning. And as Mitchell began to fall, even the snow that had begun to fall from the sky, couldn't cover the red.
It was this truth that Michaela and Sully heard as they entered Madelyn's mother's home, and it was this truth that Mrs. Thatcher had heard from their son.
"Dr. Mike?" Jake called breaking into her thoughts. "Are you alright?" he spoke again, as a pair of blue and brown eyes dashed into focus.
"Oh, I am sorry. I'm fine," she stated forcing a melancholy smile. "Don't worry, Isabella, I'm not going to hurt you." Dr. Mike said returning to the small child and to her work.
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More to Come Soon!
Dead of Winter-1880
Chapter Three- Bleeding Snowfall
A/N: Whoops, as someone pointed out to me, Katie is suppose to be 9 instead of 12, therefore making Sam 10 instead of 13, and Emily 7 instead of 10. However, since I have already written the characters with the wrong ages, let's just pretend that they are 12, 13, and 10. Thanks!
*~*
Michaela tried to stay warm as she stepped onto the porch of her clinic and found Jake Slicker already standing there waiting for her, with his two year old daughter Isabella in his arms and four year old son Caleb trailing along in toe.
"Hey Jake! Where's a la esposa!" Hank teased from the saloon. Jake, more passive and tender, in his father and husband years ignored him, as for Hank, Dr. Mike figured that some things never changed.
"What's wrong Jake?"
"Cal and Bella have been awfully sick lately, coughin' and sneezin' ."Jake explained setting them on the exam table.
"What about Catalina?" Dr. Mike questioned him about his newborn daughter. She had been a sickly baby since birth, mostly because Catalina was born a few weeks too early, but Michaela feared her catching anything even if it was just a bad cold.
"She's fine. Dorothy's been watchin' the kids while me and Teresa are workin'." That statement always surprised Mike, who at all times, assumed Mrs. Slicker would preferably stay home with her children rather then work. Maybe, Michaela thought, teaching was just as important to Teresa as medicine was to her.
Caleb, meanwhile, very active and curious, continued to search through the clinic. By appearance, Caleb seemed just like his father, with brown hair that was cut just above his pale gray eyes and pale complexion; however, Cal was completely his own little man, with his wild, inquisitive nature.
Then, as Michaela began to exam the pretty dark haired two year old whose curly locks were tied up in a yellow ribbon, Isabella began crying "Papa", and reaching for Jake's arms before Mike could even touch her. "It's alright, Isa, Dr. Mike's just tryin' to help." Jake said as he tried to calm his children.
For Michaela seeing how loving Jake was to his children, made her realize the cold truth, as she stood looking blankly out into the streets.
The night was as black as an ebony cat stroking the half crescent moon that seemed to follow the couple as they walked down the empty Denver street.
"We have to celebrate," Madelyn said smiling to Matthew. "It's not everyday, you get your law degree."
"I'm just glad it's over," He smiled back, a jester, he hadn't done this often in years. "Now we can go home and get married."
"I'm looking forward to that and finally seeing this Colorado Springs you keep talking about and I hope the rest of your family likes me." Maddie replied.
"Of course-" He caught off by a gun aimed at his back.
"Gimme your money." the stranger spoke, making Matthew remember why he hated cities, and longed for the peacefulness of his home in Colorado Springs with it's magnificent acres of trees and wilderness that still sprouted despite "progress".
"No." Matthew in turn spoke, perhaps remembering his days as sheriff, turning to face the thief cautiously. It was a courageous move but more importantly a foolish one, as time itself seem to speed up giving none proper time to react.
"Matthew!" Maddie cried tying to push the robber on to the floor. She became the braver of the pair as she tried to remove the gun that was pointed at Matthew's chest. But, in an instant the gun fired and it was the heroism of the two that killed her as the attacker ran off idiotically taking off his mask that revealed his face to the grieving Matthew. The face of Elijah Mitchell.
Maybe it was that grief that led Matthew not to chase the man then as he lay with his almost bride and perhaps it was still sorrow that led him to aim his gun at Elijah as Matthew saw him step from the post office to the busy streets the next morning. And as Mitchell began to fall, even the snow that had begun to fall from the sky, couldn't cover the red.
It was this truth that Michaela and Sully heard as they entered Madelyn's mother's home, and it was this truth that Mrs. Thatcher had heard from their son.
"Dr. Mike?" Jake called breaking into her thoughts. "Are you alright?" he spoke again, as a pair of blue and brown eyes dashed into focus.
"Oh, I am sorry. I'm fine," she stated forcing a melancholy smile. "Don't worry, Isabella, I'm not going to hurt you." Dr. Mike said returning to the small child and to her work.
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More to Come Soon!