Title: Family Matters Chapter 19
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.
Mercedes sits with one leg crossed over the other and her amrs crossed. Noddin' as O'Mally talks. He looks over at her direction.
"You're awfully quiet."
She looks over at me with this smug look. I know she doesn't want to be here an' I know she pissed 'bout the whole thing. She looks back at O'Mally an' shrugs.
"Yup--I wonder where she gets that from?" He says lookin' in my direction.
She narrows her eyes. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
"She's got the attitude as well." He fumbles with some of his 'boat crap' as I like to call it.
"What the hell is he talkin' about Mo?" She said her hands out in front of her. I can tell he's gotten her real mad. I don't think she was plannin' on talkin' to the guy.
I look down at the floor. "He thinks you're like me, that's what it means."
She slowly turns her head towards him. "Is that so?"
O'Mally shakes her his head. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself Mercedes." He leans back in his chair looking right at her.
"Why? I don't know--you don't know me. Lets jus' leave it at that. It's easier on the both of us."
"Your brother here says you were sick for a while."
She looks over at me. I'm in for it. "What else have ya told him 'bout me Mo?" She snaps loudly.
"Jus' that. Mercedes he asked me. What was I to do?" I ask her lookin' into her eyes.
"Lie. It's simple. You don't tell him--you lie."
"Lying won't help Mercedes." O'Mally pipes in.
"Who asked you?" She barks at him. She looked as if she was 'bout to his O'Mally.
"You had a bit of an eating disorder right?"
She gives him a cold, cocky, smug look. "Yea, so and now I'm better. Okay--I'm fine. So get off my back."
O'Mally jus' nods he doesn't say anything at first as he watches her.
"What the hell are you gawking at freak?"
"You've been going to all of your appointments?" He asks.
"Yea."
He nods again. "Every one of them?"
Mercedes looks over at me nervously. I nod my head for her to answer him. She looks back at him. "Okay so I've ditched a few here an' there. But I had my reasons."
I snap my head over to her. Now I'm pissed. "You what? How many?"
She takes a deep breath and shrugs.
"Mercedes Love Boscorelli I asked you a question...answer me. How many have you missed?"
"A few--okay so I've missed a few appointments, no biggie." She says like it's nothing.
I curl my lip in anger runnin' my hands down my face as I slwoly turn my head towards her direction. "No biggie? No biggie? Are you crazy. It's a huge deal, you almost died for cryin' out loud. In fact technically ya were dead."
"I haven't missed that many Mo." She said defensively.
"I called Mercy Hospital." O'Mally says. "You haven't been there in at least 3 weeks."
"Who the hell are you, an' why the hell is it any of your business weather I go or not." She spit at O'Mally.
I was madder then hell now. She hadn't been in 3 weeks. "I suppose you lied 'bout the appointment with Dr. Grad."
"Who's Dr.Grad?" O'Mally asks.
I stare at Mercedes while answering O'Mally question. "Her cardiologist. She got herself so sick, she messed up her heart, has an irregular heart beat, may have to have surgery, but no biggie right?" I say smartly, still staring at her.
"Oh well so I didn't go to him, big deal--big F'N deal Mo! Sue me if I didn't wanna be someone's pin cushion for a day."
I shake my head in disgust. "Out of all the appointments who shouldn't miss--it's that one Mercedes. This is your heart, it's not somethin' small. You can't jus' go out an' buy another heart if that one fails." I huff, runnin' my hands through my hair. "Did you really cut yourself shavin today?"
"What?" She asks angered
"You heard what I said. Did you really cut yourself while shavin' today?"
"Yea." She says shortly.
"Where?"
She looks at me like I'm crazy or somethin'
"Damn it Mercedes where did you cut ya self?" I spat.
"On my leg, that's where."
"Really, show me."
She shakes her head. "No I don't have to!"
I lift both her pant legs up. "There's no cut's of any kind here Mercedes...now spill it!"
She looks at me sayin' nothin'
"I'm waitin' young lady!" I hiss in anger, wantin' to know what was up. I don't think I was really angry, I was scared. Scared she was goin' to get really sick again, scared this time she wouldn't have a second chance. I could tell she wasn't going to tell me. "What happen to honesty is the best policy Merc...what happen to that?"
"You haven't been that honest with me, so why the hell should I be honest with you? Huh?"
"What haven't I told you?" I ask her fighting tears back.
"How 'bout you arresting Mikey? What 'bout that one? Or did you forget."
I look down. "Look that was different Mercedes...it was a lot different." I look up at her. "How'd ya find out anyways?"
O'Mally he's been sittin' back the whole time watchin' this like some kinda side show.
"I have my ways." She looks away for a short second before lookin' back at me. "Ya wanna know what that bloody rag was from? Is it that important to you...that you have to go an' make a huge stink over it."
"Yes Mercedes, it is that important." I tell her in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!"
I close my eyes, this wasn't I was expecting...not at all.
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.
Mercedes sits with one leg crossed over the other and her amrs crossed. Noddin' as O'Mally talks. He looks over at her direction.
"You're awfully quiet."
She looks over at me with this smug look. I know she doesn't want to be here an' I know she pissed 'bout the whole thing. She looks back at O'Mally an' shrugs.
"Yup--I wonder where she gets that from?" He says lookin' in my direction.
She narrows her eyes. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
"She's got the attitude as well." He fumbles with some of his 'boat crap' as I like to call it.
"What the hell is he talkin' about Mo?" She said her hands out in front of her. I can tell he's gotten her real mad. I don't think she was plannin' on talkin' to the guy.
I look down at the floor. "He thinks you're like me, that's what it means."
She slowly turns her head towards him. "Is that so?"
O'Mally shakes her his head. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself Mercedes." He leans back in his chair looking right at her.
"Why? I don't know--you don't know me. Lets jus' leave it at that. It's easier on the both of us."
"Your brother here says you were sick for a while."
She looks over at me. I'm in for it. "What else have ya told him 'bout me Mo?" She snaps loudly.
"Jus' that. Mercedes he asked me. What was I to do?" I ask her lookin' into her eyes.
"Lie. It's simple. You don't tell him--you lie."
"Lying won't help Mercedes." O'Mally pipes in.
"Who asked you?" She barks at him. She looked as if she was 'bout to his O'Mally.
"You had a bit of an eating disorder right?"
She gives him a cold, cocky, smug look. "Yea, so and now I'm better. Okay--I'm fine. So get off my back."
O'Mally jus' nods he doesn't say anything at first as he watches her.
"What the hell are you gawking at freak?"
"You've been going to all of your appointments?" He asks.
"Yea."
He nods again. "Every one of them?"
Mercedes looks over at me nervously. I nod my head for her to answer him. She looks back at him. "Okay so I've ditched a few here an' there. But I had my reasons."
I snap my head over to her. Now I'm pissed. "You what? How many?"
She takes a deep breath and shrugs.
"Mercedes Love Boscorelli I asked you a question...answer me. How many have you missed?"
"A few--okay so I've missed a few appointments, no biggie." She says like it's nothing.
I curl my lip in anger runnin' my hands down my face as I slwoly turn my head towards her direction. "No biggie? No biggie? Are you crazy. It's a huge deal, you almost died for cryin' out loud. In fact technically ya were dead."
"I haven't missed that many Mo." She said defensively.
"I called Mercy Hospital." O'Mally says. "You haven't been there in at least 3 weeks."
"Who the hell are you, an' why the hell is it any of your business weather I go or not." She spit at O'Mally.
I was madder then hell now. She hadn't been in 3 weeks. "I suppose you lied 'bout the appointment with Dr. Grad."
"Who's Dr.Grad?" O'Mally asks.
I stare at Mercedes while answering O'Mally question. "Her cardiologist. She got herself so sick, she messed up her heart, has an irregular heart beat, may have to have surgery, but no biggie right?" I say smartly, still staring at her.
"Oh well so I didn't go to him, big deal--big F'N deal Mo! Sue me if I didn't wanna be someone's pin cushion for a day."
I shake my head in disgust. "Out of all the appointments who shouldn't miss--it's that one Mercedes. This is your heart, it's not somethin' small. You can't jus' go out an' buy another heart if that one fails." I huff, runnin' my hands through my hair. "Did you really cut yourself shavin today?"
"What?" She asks angered
"You heard what I said. Did you really cut yourself while shavin' today?"
"Yea." She says shortly.
"Where?"
She looks at me like I'm crazy or somethin'
"Damn it Mercedes where did you cut ya self?" I spat.
"On my leg, that's where."
"Really, show me."
She shakes her head. "No I don't have to!"
I lift both her pant legs up. "There's no cut's of any kind here Mercedes...now spill it!"
She looks at me sayin' nothin'
"I'm waitin' young lady!" I hiss in anger, wantin' to know what was up. I don't think I was really angry, I was scared. Scared she was goin' to get really sick again, scared this time she wouldn't have a second chance. I could tell she wasn't going to tell me. "What happen to honesty is the best policy Merc...what happen to that?"
"You haven't been that honest with me, so why the hell should I be honest with you? Huh?"
"What haven't I told you?" I ask her fighting tears back.
"How 'bout you arresting Mikey? What 'bout that one? Or did you forget."
I look down. "Look that was different Mercedes...it was a lot different." I look up at her. "How'd ya find out anyways?"
O'Mally he's been sittin' back the whole time watchin' this like some kinda side show.
"I have my ways." She looks away for a short second before lookin' back at me. "Ya wanna know what that bloody rag was from? Is it that important to you...that you have to go an' make a huge stink over it."
"Yes Mercedes, it is that important." I tell her in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Okay fine. if we goin' to be honest. Here's the truth. I was makin' myself throw up. I was stickin' my finger down my throat an' makin' myself throw up into the toilet. I threw up blood. You happy...you happy ya know now? I hope ya satisfied Reese!"
I close my eyes, this wasn't I was expecting...not at all.