I Can Do This 2/?
Spoilers: I'm using ThirdWatch.net's extensive "Spoiler" forum as inspiration.
Disclaimer: I own a miniature 55-David RMP and a really cool TW tee shirt, but that's it.
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Bosco showed up at noon every day after that. The first few weeks they didn't even speak to each other. After those weeks Faith's family wished Bosco and Faith would stop talking. Yelling threats and curses was their idea of conversation.
"I'm not your personal slave! Get it your own damn self!"
"Oh you just wait, Bosco."
"Bring it on, Faith. Let's go!"
The first few days, Fred would jump up and run to the door to see what was going on when the yelling would start. After they turned their collective temper on him a few times, he learned to let them be. Once Sully and Davis showed up after one of the neighbors called in a domestic disturbance.
Fred heard the bathroom door slam indicating the end of another physical therapy session. "You know what, Faith? That's it. You're on your own. I'm not putting up with this anymore," Bosco yelled and headed for the living room.
"Good!"
"Fine!"
"Hey, Bosco, wait," Fred planted himself in front of the door.
"Let him go, Fred. I'm sick of his crap," Faith yelled through the bathroom door.
Bosco rolled his eyes heavenward before coming to a stop in front of Fred with his hands on his hips. "What?"
"I need to talk to you," Fred heard the shower turn on behind the bathroom door and decided he could finally say what had been on his mind for more than a month. "I need to thank you for what you've been doin' for Faith. I couldn't push her the way she needed to get better. I also need to say I'm sorry for being so hard on you."
Hanging his head and shifting from one foot to another, Bosco stood in the middle of the living room feeling his anger fade into guilt. "Don't worry about it, Fred. You were upset. It was my fault. She never shoulda been there."
"No, that's not it," Fred said flopping down on the couch. "I'm sorry I tried to make her stop bein' your partner. I was jealous of how close you two are and I'm sorry."
"I gotta go or I'll be late. See ya tomorrow," Bosco was out the door before Fred could stop him.
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Faith gradually graduated from a wheel chair to a walker; then from a walker to a cane. When Fred went back to work, Bosco started showing up after breakfast.
"Get dressed, Faith. I wanna go out for lunch today."
"Come on, Bos. I don't wanna go out. You go ahead. I'll fix somethin' for myself. I'm sick of you thinkin' you have to babysit," Faith grumbled as she made her way to the kitchen.
"You're goin' out today. Now you can either get dressed and walk out on your own or I'll carry you outta here in your sheep covered jammies," Bosco teased blocking her path. "It's your call."
"Dammit, Bosco! Why can't you mind your own business?" Faith yelled threatening Bosco with her cane.
"You look like hell. You need to get out in the sun."
Faith rolled her eyes and turned back toward her room. "You're such a charmer, Bos."
"That's why you love me. Now hurry up. I'm hungry."
Spoilers: I'm using ThirdWatch.net's extensive "Spoiler" forum as inspiration.
Disclaimer: I own a miniature 55-David RMP and a really cool TW tee shirt, but that's it.
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Bosco showed up at noon every day after that. The first few weeks they didn't even speak to each other. After those weeks Faith's family wished Bosco and Faith would stop talking. Yelling threats and curses was their idea of conversation.
"I'm not your personal slave! Get it your own damn self!"
"Oh you just wait, Bosco."
"Bring it on, Faith. Let's go!"
The first few days, Fred would jump up and run to the door to see what was going on when the yelling would start. After they turned their collective temper on him a few times, he learned to let them be. Once Sully and Davis showed up after one of the neighbors called in a domestic disturbance.
Fred heard the bathroom door slam indicating the end of another physical therapy session. "You know what, Faith? That's it. You're on your own. I'm not putting up with this anymore," Bosco yelled and headed for the living room.
"Good!"
"Fine!"
"Hey, Bosco, wait," Fred planted himself in front of the door.
"Let him go, Fred. I'm sick of his crap," Faith yelled through the bathroom door.
Bosco rolled his eyes heavenward before coming to a stop in front of Fred with his hands on his hips. "What?"
"I need to talk to you," Fred heard the shower turn on behind the bathroom door and decided he could finally say what had been on his mind for more than a month. "I need to thank you for what you've been doin' for Faith. I couldn't push her the way she needed to get better. I also need to say I'm sorry for being so hard on you."
Hanging his head and shifting from one foot to another, Bosco stood in the middle of the living room feeling his anger fade into guilt. "Don't worry about it, Fred. You were upset. It was my fault. She never shoulda been there."
"No, that's not it," Fred said flopping down on the couch. "I'm sorry I tried to make her stop bein' your partner. I was jealous of how close you two are and I'm sorry."
"I gotta go or I'll be late. See ya tomorrow," Bosco was out the door before Fred could stop him.
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Faith gradually graduated from a wheel chair to a walker; then from a walker to a cane. When Fred went back to work, Bosco started showing up after breakfast.
"Get dressed, Faith. I wanna go out for lunch today."
"Come on, Bos. I don't wanna go out. You go ahead. I'll fix somethin' for myself. I'm sick of you thinkin' you have to babysit," Faith grumbled as she made her way to the kitchen.
"You're goin' out today. Now you can either get dressed and walk out on your own or I'll carry you outta here in your sheep covered jammies," Bosco teased blocking her path. "It's your call."
"Dammit, Bosco! Why can't you mind your own business?" Faith yelled threatening Bosco with her cane.
"You look like hell. You need to get out in the sun."
Faith rolled her eyes and turned back toward her room. "You're such a charmer, Bos."
"That's why you love me. Now hurry up. I'm hungry."