Title: Family Matters Chapter 18
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: My Take on 'Childhood Memories' this now takes place after 'Falling' and 'The Greater Good'
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind when I return them.
Summary: Bosco's back at work after his panic attacks.
A/N: Someone talked me into bringing this story back and doing more with it. So I did.
By the time I got home from work, Mercedes was sound to sleep on the couch. The TV up almost all the way. I don' know how she fell asleep with the thing that loud, but she did. I tip-toed over to the couch, gently taking the remote from her hand an' turnin' the TV off. I took the throw off the chair an' put over her.
She stirs, rubbin' her eyes, she sits up a little bit. "What time is it?"
"Shhh." I kiss her on top of her forehead. "Go back to sleep, we gotta get up early tomorrow. You haveta see the cardiologist before we go see O'Mally."
She shook her head. "No." She said through a loud yawn. "He called an' cancelled, he's got surgery in the morning or something rather." She rubbed her eyes a little more.
I nod sitting down next to her on the couch as she leaned back pulling the throw up to her neck. "Good gives us an' extra hour or so to sleep." I say rubbin' her leg. I know she's not sad 'bout missin' the date with her cardiologist. Out of all the doctors she sees she hates him the most. Every time she goes there she has get blood drawn, an' she completely terrified of needles. I almost can't go with her sometimes, seein' how scared an' how much pain it causes her, but I refuse to let her gone alone. She shouldn't haveta either. I lean in kissin' her on her forehead again. "Go back to sleep. I'll see ya in the mornin' brat."
She nods yawnin' "Okay...love ya butthead."
"Right back at you." I reach over turning the light off for her an' then I take myself to bed.
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I wake up hearin' my sister in the shower. I look over to my alarm clock, as my eyes adjust to the red LCD numbers. It's already 10am, seems like I only jus' went to bed. I sigh pullin' the covers off of me. I walk into the kitchen draggin' my feet as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I had planned on makin' breakfast, but I guess my sister already had that done as a plate of pancakes, and bacon sat covered on the counter. She had also made me some of coffee.
A few minuets later Mercedes emerges from the shower dressed an' dryin' her hair. She walks into the kitchen. "Well glad you can join us." She smirks, sitting down across from me.
"Hey I had a hard day of work yesterday." I tell her hurt in my voice as i cross my arms over my chest.
"A hard day of huntin' down doughnuts." She said laughin'
"You're so mean this mornin'" I joke with her pouring some syrup on my pancakes.
"Awe did I hurt the babies feelings." She said talkin' like a baby. She sniffled a little. "I sowwy."
I jus' stare at her, eating my pancakes. I wanted to make a wise crack 'bout her cookin', but I couldn't the shit was jus' to damn good.
"Ya better hurry, 'cause you still need to shower an' get dressed." She tells me pourin' her self some orange juice. I swear this girl is goin' to turn into an orange one day. I take another bite, chew an' swallow. "Yes Ma'am!" I take a sip of my coffee an' push myself away from the table, making my way into the bathroom. I turn on the shower lettin' the water run as I take my shirt off, tossin' it in the hamper. I look in the mirror runnin' my hands through my hair quickly. Then I take off my boxers. I was standin' there in the nude when I looked down in the waste basket seein' a bloody paper towel. I reached in pulling it out. I didn't know what it was, I knew it wasn't my blood--so it had to be Mercedes.
I climbed into the shower, lettin' the hot water run down my face and then my back. Enjoyin' it for a few before, I lathered up some shampoo in my head. I had to use Mercedes, so now the rest of the day I'd be smellin' like Strawberries, but it's better then nothin' I rinsed my hair, then washed the rest of my body. before turnin' the water off an' steppin' out of the shower. I stared down at the bloody paper towel again' wonderin' what it was from. There was an awful lot of blood on it too. I dried off an' got dressed.
I picked up the blood covered paper towel, an' took it with me into the Kitchen. "Hey Merc?" I say holdin' the paper towel up.
She turns around lookin' at me. "Hmmmm?"
"What's this?" I ask in a stern voice.
"Oh--I cut myself shavin' I didn't wanna bleed all over the towels or the house, so I used that." She said pointing it.
"Oh--you okay?" I ask quickly. "How bad?"
"I'm fine Mo, relax. It really wasn't that bad, looks worse then it really is. I'm okay." She said with a smirk. She sighed. "You 'bout ready? We're going to be late to go see your friend."
I nod. "Yeah lemme jus' put some shoes on an' we're off." I tell her tossin' the bloody rag, thinkin' nothin' of it into the grabage.
"Okay, sounds good to me." She said turnin' the radio off an' puttin' away some dishes.
I'd soon find out there was more, to that bloody paper towel, then I knew.
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: My Take on 'Childhood Memories' this now takes place after 'Falling' and 'The Greater Good'
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind when I return them.
Summary: Bosco's back at work after his panic attacks.
A/N: Someone talked me into bringing this story back and doing more with it. So I did.
By the time I got home from work, Mercedes was sound to sleep on the couch. The TV up almost all the way. I don' know how she fell asleep with the thing that loud, but she did. I tip-toed over to the couch, gently taking the remote from her hand an' turnin' the TV off. I took the throw off the chair an' put over her.
She stirs, rubbin' her eyes, she sits up a little bit. "What time is it?"
"Shhh." I kiss her on top of her forehead. "Go back to sleep, we gotta get up early tomorrow. You haveta see the cardiologist before we go see O'Mally."
She shook her head. "No." She said through a loud yawn. "He called an' cancelled, he's got surgery in the morning or something rather." She rubbed her eyes a little more.
I nod sitting down next to her on the couch as she leaned back pulling the throw up to her neck. "Good gives us an' extra hour or so to sleep." I say rubbin' her leg. I know she's not sad 'bout missin' the date with her cardiologist. Out of all the doctors she sees she hates him the most. Every time she goes there she has get blood drawn, an' she completely terrified of needles. I almost can't go with her sometimes, seein' how scared an' how much pain it causes her, but I refuse to let her gone alone. She shouldn't haveta either. I lean in kissin' her on her forehead again. "Go back to sleep. I'll see ya in the mornin' brat."
She nods yawnin' "Okay...love ya butthead."
"Right back at you." I reach over turning the light off for her an' then I take myself to bed.
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I wake up hearin' my sister in the shower. I look over to my alarm clock, as my eyes adjust to the red LCD numbers. It's already 10am, seems like I only jus' went to bed. I sigh pullin' the covers off of me. I walk into the kitchen draggin' my feet as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I had planned on makin' breakfast, but I guess my sister already had that done as a plate of pancakes, and bacon sat covered on the counter. She had also made me some of coffee.
A few minuets later Mercedes emerges from the shower dressed an' dryin' her hair. She walks into the kitchen. "Well glad you can join us." She smirks, sitting down across from me.
"Hey I had a hard day of work yesterday." I tell her hurt in my voice as i cross my arms over my chest.
"A hard day of huntin' down doughnuts." She said laughin'
"You're so mean this mornin'" I joke with her pouring some syrup on my pancakes.
"Awe did I hurt the babies feelings." She said talkin' like a baby. She sniffled a little. "I sowwy."
I jus' stare at her, eating my pancakes. I wanted to make a wise crack 'bout her cookin', but I couldn't the shit was jus' to damn good.
"Ya better hurry, 'cause you still need to shower an' get dressed." She tells me pourin' her self some orange juice. I swear this girl is goin' to turn into an orange one day. I take another bite, chew an' swallow. "Yes Ma'am!" I take a sip of my coffee an' push myself away from the table, making my way into the bathroom. I turn on the shower lettin' the water run as I take my shirt off, tossin' it in the hamper. I look in the mirror runnin' my hands through my hair quickly. Then I take off my boxers. I was standin' there in the nude when I looked down in the waste basket seein' a bloody paper towel. I reached in pulling it out. I didn't know what it was, I knew it wasn't my blood--so it had to be Mercedes.
I climbed into the shower, lettin' the hot water run down my face and then my back. Enjoyin' it for a few before, I lathered up some shampoo in my head. I had to use Mercedes, so now the rest of the day I'd be smellin' like Strawberries, but it's better then nothin' I rinsed my hair, then washed the rest of my body. before turnin' the water off an' steppin' out of the shower. I stared down at the bloody paper towel again' wonderin' what it was from. There was an awful lot of blood on it too. I dried off an' got dressed.
I picked up the blood covered paper towel, an' took it with me into the Kitchen. "Hey Merc?" I say holdin' the paper towel up.
She turns around lookin' at me. "Hmmmm?"
"What's this?" I ask in a stern voice.
"Oh--I cut myself shavin' I didn't wanna bleed all over the towels or the house, so I used that." She said pointing it.
"Oh--you okay?" I ask quickly. "How bad?"
"I'm fine Mo, relax. It really wasn't that bad, looks worse then it really is. I'm okay." She said with a smirk. She sighed. "You 'bout ready? We're going to be late to go see your friend."
I nod. "Yeah lemme jus' put some shoes on an' we're off." I tell her tossin' the bloody rag, thinkin' nothin' of it into the grabage.
"Okay, sounds good to me." She said turnin' the radio off an' puttin' away some dishes.
I'd soon find out there was more, to that bloody paper towel, then I knew.