Authors Notes: Sorry this chapter took so long to post. Please R and R. I
do not own them.
The Side effects
Scott took a shot it missed the pocket, and it bounced off the side it rolled into the middle of the table. " you didn't answer the question " answered Virgil flatly. John stared at him and me to a mental note to get him back for that smart ass comment and for stealing his last pancake. " I was concerned for the woman, that's all" John shrugged. That will shut him up he thought. It was Virgil's turn he lined up the queue and pocketed a red ball. John left after the awkward question.
Back at the kitchen Emily needed to leave before and she flooded the room with tears. "Ruth can I have a shower and some clothes" Emily asked politely trying to get a grip on herself. "Why of course!" Ruth added, she turned around and started to walk down to wards her room.
Emily was given some clothes that belonged to Tin Tin. Emily walked to the bathroom, noticing again the photos hanging on the wall. Emily entered the bathroom.
The room was a cool blue in colour; its centre piece was a giant sparkly white bath tub. In the corner was the shower. She turned on the shower, noticing it was defiantly a power shower. Emily could always tell by the noise it made.
The grief over whelmed her. The tears came. She pictured herself on a cliff face, and wanted to jump. Just let go for reality. just enter the darkness. and she wanted to die. A box of tissues appeared by her. She looked at them, and wondered were they there before. Emily's her heart was breaking, almost literally.
The pain was unbearable.
She looked around, five different razor's.
Her mind filled with thoughts, of regret, disbelief and grief.
The people, she had been left behind were either dead, or dying.
What did she have to live for?
She looked back at the razors. How she wished it was a dream. How she wished that she could wake up and go to work. Her hand reached over to the sink.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. It was John. "Are you all right in there?" His voice sounding, worried. She dried her tears and coughed a few times to clear her throat " Yes, I' m fine. I am just going to have a shower" she replied, in a effort to cover-up her tears. It also made her stop thinking about those dark thoughts.
She would carry on, like she had always done. Emily had seen death before and survived. She would do it again.
It took about an hour for her to get that salt out of her hair and feel that she was presentable again.
She walked down the corridor towards the lounge. She tried to be as quite as possible, as to not disturb them. As she felt that she had intruded too much already. The darkness still lingered in her heart. As she reached the lounge, she was him behind his desk. It was Ruth's child that sat there.
Last time she had seen him was in the ultra sound pictures fifty five years ago.
Ruth had named him Jeff despite the fact she was considering the name Tom the last time she had seen her.
Emily watched the "baby", It was very unnerving to see that child grown up and realise that he now had children of his own. Five children in fact. Her mind was distracted. "That poor mother of theirs" she thought. Her mind wondered for a bit, but one question remained. Why did Ruth call the baby Jeff?
After a while she wondered around the island. Many of the corridors leaded to bookcases, and dead ends. This house was very strange indeed. After several flights of steps later Emily managed to reach the game room. Where several of the 'boys' were playing snooker. The men paused as she lingered in the doorway. Unsure if she could walk in. She recognised the faces from the paintings that hung in the lounge.
Then a dark haired blue-eyed man stepped into the light. He was roughly 6 foot 3, with a heavy build. His eyes told her of pain and of sorrow. However there was a sparkle. A sparkle of hope.
She spoke, her words were "Thanks for saving me". The man replied
"it's nothing, it's nice to meet some of grandma's friends"
Emily nodded. At any other time it would be her dream come true. On an island with four single men, however these men were her best friends grand children. If she ever met destiny she would tell her it's a cruel joke. What did it matter? She was here now.
She turned around and walked back up the stairs. The cold darkness closed in around her. As she walked, it seemed as there was a presence, someone following her. Emily spun on her heals. Nothing, nothing was there. Towards the top of the stairs, she saw Ruth looking at her. Emily walked up to her. "I've got something for you, come with me" Emily followed the request. She walked along another corridor. "How many corridors did a secret base had to have" She thought.
Finally they arrived to very large well rapped parcels laid on the bed. "open them" Ruth Said
Emily did what she was asked. Several back outfits emerged from the parcels. She recognised them straight away. They were her clothes. "but how?" Emily asked her. "I know a few friends in the fashion industry" Ruth replied, with a slight grin to her face. "I can't except these, I don't deserve them" "why not" Ruth questioned her. Emily looked back at the clothes. "because. I can't repay you" Emily lowered her head. "you already have" Ruth told her in a strong voice. Emily raised her head a little. "Can I ask some questions" Emily softly said. Ruth gave a quick sigh and prepared for the worst.
They were in there a long time. Talking, about the whether at first, moving on to history, and finally Lucille. Emily wondered why there was no pictures of her. No mother would leave her children, unless she had no choice. It appeared Lucille had no choice. Of course Emily was right. She had this gift of seeing into their eyes and reading a person like a book.
It was about evening when Emily emerged from the bedroom. She didn't eat anything, she was sick to her stomach with grief. Emily wondered onto the beach. She watched the waves, and the small birds.
Here I am ,I have nothing left ,it's all gone. Though I've tried to forget, the past. Ruth, you're all that I have. Take me home, I beg you take us back. The emotions swelled in side her.
There were no tears. She had forgotten how to cry.
I'm through fighting it, I'm broken, lifeless, and I give up. You're my only strength Ruth. I can't go on Anymore with out you. I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands. Isn't clear, enough that I have to live my whole life all alone. You can hear me in a whisper, but you can't even hear me screaming. Emily stared at the waves. She buried her head into her hands.
Ruth was standing on the balcony. Thinking of Emily. Emily you think that I can't see right through your eyes. Scared to death to face reality, no one seems to hear your hidden cries. You think you are left to face yourself alone, I realize you're afraid,
but you can't abandon everyone.
John walked onto the baloney exchanging worried looks. Emily wasn't coping very well. They both knew it.
"Grandma do you where my whites have gotten to?" Virgil asked politely. "Why no dear, have you checked the Laundry room" She answered him back. Virgil made a hastily exit, heading towards the laundry room. John looked out over the ocean and gave a slight smile. His clothes were down there, in the washing machine. With a red sock.
Night fell and each member of the house hold returned to their beds. The stars came out and shone for Emily.
A week had passed. Jeff and Ruth were in the lounge.
"I'm worried about Emily, she's cleaned Thunderbird Two a dozen times, and she is starting on Thunderbird 3 tomorrow" he turned to his mother,
"It's the way she is. It's the way she has always coped with death. If it worries you I'll have a talk with her." Ruth informed him.
Scott was awoken by the sound of laughing. He was always a light sleeper. He crept into the lounge. It was very dark. Again there was the sound of laughter. He took a closer look. Two people were on the balcony, and they were with several bottles of vodka. He knew only one person that drank that stuff. His grandma. He listened into there conversation. "That man couldn't see the funny side of it even if it bit him on the butt" Emily said rather drunk. "well at lest my taste in men was better than yours" Ruth said. "here have another glass" Emily and Ruth both filled up there empty glasses, and toasted. The vodka slipped down their throats. "Ruth, after getting pregnant, and running away from your home." Emily began "no I was thrown out" Ruth interrupted, Emily began again, "after getting pregnant, and running away from your home, I never saw you in your wedding dress. and you called your son Jeff." Scott moved a little closer to them.
"Scott you should be in bed young man" Ruth bellowed.
"and you should be to grandma" Scott replied embarrassedly.
"I've fine," Ruth started
"no, your not grandma" Scott replied. He would expect this off Gordon or Alan. But his grandmother. Scott shook his head. He helped his unsteady grandmother up.
"you've been busted" Emily said rather smugly "here have one for the road" Emily handed Ruth the rest of bottle. Scott rapidly took the bottle from his grandmother's hand. He slowly walked his grandmother to her room leaving Emily alone.
The roomed darkened. An evil presence entered her mind. He was an ugly man, with bushy eyebrows and a very shiny head.
All he wanted was Emily to kill, one of the brothers. Lucky for them she was to drunk to stand up. He was defeated. He gave Emily a warning. One of the brothers will die before the month has ended.
The Side effects
Scott took a shot it missed the pocket, and it bounced off the side it rolled into the middle of the table. " you didn't answer the question " answered Virgil flatly. John stared at him and me to a mental note to get him back for that smart ass comment and for stealing his last pancake. " I was concerned for the woman, that's all" John shrugged. That will shut him up he thought. It was Virgil's turn he lined up the queue and pocketed a red ball. John left after the awkward question.
Back at the kitchen Emily needed to leave before and she flooded the room with tears. "Ruth can I have a shower and some clothes" Emily asked politely trying to get a grip on herself. "Why of course!" Ruth added, she turned around and started to walk down to wards her room.
Emily was given some clothes that belonged to Tin Tin. Emily walked to the bathroom, noticing again the photos hanging on the wall. Emily entered the bathroom.
The room was a cool blue in colour; its centre piece was a giant sparkly white bath tub. In the corner was the shower. She turned on the shower, noticing it was defiantly a power shower. Emily could always tell by the noise it made.
The grief over whelmed her. The tears came. She pictured herself on a cliff face, and wanted to jump. Just let go for reality. just enter the darkness. and she wanted to die. A box of tissues appeared by her. She looked at them, and wondered were they there before. Emily's her heart was breaking, almost literally.
The pain was unbearable.
She looked around, five different razor's.
Her mind filled with thoughts, of regret, disbelief and grief.
The people, she had been left behind were either dead, or dying.
What did she have to live for?
She looked back at the razors. How she wished it was a dream. How she wished that she could wake up and go to work. Her hand reached over to the sink.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. It was John. "Are you all right in there?" His voice sounding, worried. She dried her tears and coughed a few times to clear her throat " Yes, I' m fine. I am just going to have a shower" she replied, in a effort to cover-up her tears. It also made her stop thinking about those dark thoughts.
She would carry on, like she had always done. Emily had seen death before and survived. She would do it again.
It took about an hour for her to get that salt out of her hair and feel that she was presentable again.
She walked down the corridor towards the lounge. She tried to be as quite as possible, as to not disturb them. As she felt that she had intruded too much already. The darkness still lingered in her heart. As she reached the lounge, she was him behind his desk. It was Ruth's child that sat there.
Last time she had seen him was in the ultra sound pictures fifty five years ago.
Ruth had named him Jeff despite the fact she was considering the name Tom the last time she had seen her.
Emily watched the "baby", It was very unnerving to see that child grown up and realise that he now had children of his own. Five children in fact. Her mind was distracted. "That poor mother of theirs" she thought. Her mind wondered for a bit, but one question remained. Why did Ruth call the baby Jeff?
After a while she wondered around the island. Many of the corridors leaded to bookcases, and dead ends. This house was very strange indeed. After several flights of steps later Emily managed to reach the game room. Where several of the 'boys' were playing snooker. The men paused as she lingered in the doorway. Unsure if she could walk in. She recognised the faces from the paintings that hung in the lounge.
Then a dark haired blue-eyed man stepped into the light. He was roughly 6 foot 3, with a heavy build. His eyes told her of pain and of sorrow. However there was a sparkle. A sparkle of hope.
She spoke, her words were "Thanks for saving me". The man replied
"it's nothing, it's nice to meet some of grandma's friends"
Emily nodded. At any other time it would be her dream come true. On an island with four single men, however these men were her best friends grand children. If she ever met destiny she would tell her it's a cruel joke. What did it matter? She was here now.
She turned around and walked back up the stairs. The cold darkness closed in around her. As she walked, it seemed as there was a presence, someone following her. Emily spun on her heals. Nothing, nothing was there. Towards the top of the stairs, she saw Ruth looking at her. Emily walked up to her. "I've got something for you, come with me" Emily followed the request. She walked along another corridor. "How many corridors did a secret base had to have" She thought.
Finally they arrived to very large well rapped parcels laid on the bed. "open them" Ruth Said
Emily did what she was asked. Several back outfits emerged from the parcels. She recognised them straight away. They were her clothes. "but how?" Emily asked her. "I know a few friends in the fashion industry" Ruth replied, with a slight grin to her face. "I can't except these, I don't deserve them" "why not" Ruth questioned her. Emily looked back at the clothes. "because. I can't repay you" Emily lowered her head. "you already have" Ruth told her in a strong voice. Emily raised her head a little. "Can I ask some questions" Emily softly said. Ruth gave a quick sigh and prepared for the worst.
They were in there a long time. Talking, about the whether at first, moving on to history, and finally Lucille. Emily wondered why there was no pictures of her. No mother would leave her children, unless she had no choice. It appeared Lucille had no choice. Of course Emily was right. She had this gift of seeing into their eyes and reading a person like a book.
It was about evening when Emily emerged from the bedroom. She didn't eat anything, she was sick to her stomach with grief. Emily wondered onto the beach. She watched the waves, and the small birds.
Here I am ,I have nothing left ,it's all gone. Though I've tried to forget, the past. Ruth, you're all that I have. Take me home, I beg you take us back. The emotions swelled in side her.
There were no tears. She had forgotten how to cry.
I'm through fighting it, I'm broken, lifeless, and I give up. You're my only strength Ruth. I can't go on Anymore with out you. I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands. Isn't clear, enough that I have to live my whole life all alone. You can hear me in a whisper, but you can't even hear me screaming. Emily stared at the waves. She buried her head into her hands.
Ruth was standing on the balcony. Thinking of Emily. Emily you think that I can't see right through your eyes. Scared to death to face reality, no one seems to hear your hidden cries. You think you are left to face yourself alone, I realize you're afraid,
but you can't abandon everyone.
John walked onto the baloney exchanging worried looks. Emily wasn't coping very well. They both knew it.
"Grandma do you where my whites have gotten to?" Virgil asked politely. "Why no dear, have you checked the Laundry room" She answered him back. Virgil made a hastily exit, heading towards the laundry room. John looked out over the ocean and gave a slight smile. His clothes were down there, in the washing machine. With a red sock.
Night fell and each member of the house hold returned to their beds. The stars came out and shone for Emily.
A week had passed. Jeff and Ruth were in the lounge.
"I'm worried about Emily, she's cleaned Thunderbird Two a dozen times, and she is starting on Thunderbird 3 tomorrow" he turned to his mother,
"It's the way she is. It's the way she has always coped with death. If it worries you I'll have a talk with her." Ruth informed him.
Scott was awoken by the sound of laughing. He was always a light sleeper. He crept into the lounge. It was very dark. Again there was the sound of laughter. He took a closer look. Two people were on the balcony, and they were with several bottles of vodka. He knew only one person that drank that stuff. His grandma. He listened into there conversation. "That man couldn't see the funny side of it even if it bit him on the butt" Emily said rather drunk. "well at lest my taste in men was better than yours" Ruth said. "here have another glass" Emily and Ruth both filled up there empty glasses, and toasted. The vodka slipped down their throats. "Ruth, after getting pregnant, and running away from your home." Emily began "no I was thrown out" Ruth interrupted, Emily began again, "after getting pregnant, and running away from your home, I never saw you in your wedding dress. and you called your son Jeff." Scott moved a little closer to them.
"Scott you should be in bed young man" Ruth bellowed.
"and you should be to grandma" Scott replied embarrassedly.
"I've fine," Ruth started
"no, your not grandma" Scott replied. He would expect this off Gordon or Alan. But his grandmother. Scott shook his head. He helped his unsteady grandmother up.
"you've been busted" Emily said rather smugly "here have one for the road" Emily handed Ruth the rest of bottle. Scott rapidly took the bottle from his grandmother's hand. He slowly walked his grandmother to her room leaving Emily alone.
The roomed darkened. An evil presence entered her mind. He was an ugly man, with bushy eyebrows and a very shiny head.
All he wanted was Emily to kill, one of the brothers. Lucky for them she was to drunk to stand up. He was defeated. He gave Emily a warning. One of the brothers will die before the month has ended.
