TITLED: Strength and Weakness
AUTHOR: thrdwtchfan co-written w/ Scyon
EMAIL: hammon_25@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13 (references to rape)
SPOILERS: Oct.31st episode "Goodbye to all that"
SUMMARY: Will Cruz find a new friend in Monroe after the rape?
Chapter 2: I've been waiting for you
There he was. Sitting there, on her couch, smiling smugly. Smiling. Thomas Warner. The man who raped her.
She immediately filled with anger and rage. "How the hell did you get in here, you son of a bitch!?!" His smiled faded, and his face became dark. Her rage turned to fear. Fear. The only thing in Maritza Cruz's life that had scared her. And he was here. Angry.
"First, you couldn't take a compliment from me. Now, THIS is how you greet me? We're going to have to work on your manners, now aren't we?" He said angrily, jumping up from the couch, taking two steps towards her. She backed up against the door, not knowing what to say.
NO! This is not me. I can't let him scare me. She thought desperately, glancing at her bag she threw aside, which contained her gun. He followed her gaze to the bag, and eyed her suspiciously.
"Whatcha got in the bag, sweetie?" He sneered. With that he strode over to the bag, and spilled out its contents. His eyebrows raised, "A gun, huh? These are dangerous you know. I should keep this for our safety. You understand."
Shit, She thought helplessly. I'm not carrying my other gun either. She looked around, searching for a weapon of defense, but saw nothing.
"Oh, why do you look so nervous honey? I just came over for some fun. Lucky I'm pretty friendly with the girls who work with you. Or else I may have never found you." He smiled again.
She looked at the pocket which he put the gun. I can do this. She thought. I can get him down before he can even reach for the gun. It's just got be unexpected. A surprise. She looked at him a little braver this time. I'll just play along until he tries anything, or turns his back, which ever comes first.
"So, what kind of fun did you have in mind?" She played it cool. His eyebrows raised in surprise, and he slowly smiled.
"Good Girl."
* * * * *
Bosco sat in his apartment, thinking about the hospital. Something was defintley wrong. Why would she be so secretive if it was just something like getting into it with a skell. He decided the only way he could find out was to call either Cruz or Monroe. He'd probably not have much of a shot getting anything out of Monroe, but he was willing to take a chance.
He decided to call Cruz herself first. He dialed the number, and let it ring. 10 rings. 15 rings. He hung up more concerned than ever.
Where would she go so late? He thought for a while before calling Monroe. Something is very wrong. She doesn't have anywhere else she could go, does she? He thought about this more. No, she doesn't have family around here. Not many friends, either. Co-workers, yes. But she wouldn't go to any of them for her private business.
He suddenly realized he had no idea what Monroe's phone number was. He could look in the phone book, but how many Sasha Monroe's could he find in New York City? He didn't even know where she lived.
Faith. She would know. But would she even take his calls? He didn't think so. He'd have to go to her apartment. Hopefully Fred wasn't around. I sure am going through a lot just to see if Cruz is okay. Now why would I do that? He shrugged to himself as he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
* * * * *
He knocked gently on the door, hoping she would at least let him get out two words before telling him to get the hell out of there.
He heard someone approach the door, then heard faith's voice. "Yeah, who is it?" It's been awhile since he heard her. "Bosco." He replied, a little nervous at what her reaction would be.
"Bosco? What are you doing here? Look, I'm really not in the mood to talk to anybody. Especially you. Why don't you just get out of here, huh?" She sounded annoyed.
"Faith, please. I just need to ask a favor from you. I know I shouldn't be asking you anything, but I really need Monroe's phone number." He said in one breath.
She flung open the door. God, he thought to himself, She's in a wheelchair?
"Why do you want Monroe's number, of all people? And your right, you shouldn't be asking me anything.
"Well..it's kind of a long story.." He began, "She was at the hospital with Cruz, and I think that there was something really wrong with her. I already called Cruz, but there was no answer, and I just wanted to call Monroe and see what was wrong."
He felt like a child making up excuses to his mother, the way she looked at him.
"If I give you this number, will you just leave me alone?" She said warily.
"Yeah. I promise." He said. She sighed, and went to get paper. She wrote down the number, and handed it to him.
"Now could you just leave, please?" she asked. He didn't like not talking to her anymore, but he caused enough trouble. "Bye." He said and walked out.
* * * * *
As soon as he got out onto the street, he dialed the number that faith had given him. 1 ring.5 rings. "Hello?" He sighed relief when he heard her voice.
"Monroe, it's Bosco." he started.
"Bosco?? What's going on?" She interrupted.
"You need to answer me. Why were you and Cruz at the hospital today?" He rushed.
There was a pause before she answered him. "You know I can't tell you that, bosco."
"Dammit, Monroe! Can you stop being a friend to everybody just once, I'm really worried about her!" He snapped, before he could stop himself.
"Worried? YOU'RE worried about Cruz?" she said surprised. "Okay.I'm not even going to ask, so moving on, what would make you worry so much?" She demanded.
"Look, I know she just didn't get into a fight. It was something a lot bigger than a fight. So, I tried to call her, but she's not answering. It really got me worried." He said, fighting anger.
"She doesn't answer her phone when you call her once, so you jump to conclusions, immediately thinking something is wrong? She's probably just in the shower or sleeping!" Monroe said, sounding annoyed.
"I know her better than you do, and I'm worried!" He yelled, losing his fight.
"Fine." She said, giving in. "I will go to her apartment, and make sure she is ok for you."
"Thanks," Bosco said, hanging up the phone. She won't let me come with her, unless I'm already there. Bosco thought, so he started his way to Cruz's house.
* * * * *
Cruz had tried her plan. His back was turned, and she had tried to run up on him, and get him down. However, just as she was directly behind him, he spun around and hit her to the ground with her own gun.
"I knew I couldn't trust you." He snarled. "I guess we'll just have to teach you a lesson, won't we?" he said, starting to drag her away from the living room.
She started to panic now, trying to grab anything she could to stop them from moving. She then screamed out for help as loud as she could.
This only angered the man more, and he kicked her. Lucky for her, though, the scream got the attention of Bosco, who was standing outside the apartment waiting for Monroe.
Before he could make it to the door, cruz shot up, and managed to bite warner's gun hand, making him drop the gun. She snatched it before he recovered, and stood up pointing the gun in his direction.
She was actually just about to pull the trigger, when the door burst open.
She spun around to the door to see bosco fly in. Her attention was distracted for only one second. But, that one second was just enough time for warner to regain to composure, and tackle cruz.
AUTHOR: thrdwtchfan co-written w/ Scyon
EMAIL: hammon_25@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13 (references to rape)
SPOILERS: Oct.31st episode "Goodbye to all that"
SUMMARY: Will Cruz find a new friend in Monroe after the rape?
Chapter 2: I've been waiting for you
There he was. Sitting there, on her couch, smiling smugly. Smiling. Thomas Warner. The man who raped her.
She immediately filled with anger and rage. "How the hell did you get in here, you son of a bitch!?!" His smiled faded, and his face became dark. Her rage turned to fear. Fear. The only thing in Maritza Cruz's life that had scared her. And he was here. Angry.
"First, you couldn't take a compliment from me. Now, THIS is how you greet me? We're going to have to work on your manners, now aren't we?" He said angrily, jumping up from the couch, taking two steps towards her. She backed up against the door, not knowing what to say.
NO! This is not me. I can't let him scare me. She thought desperately, glancing at her bag she threw aside, which contained her gun. He followed her gaze to the bag, and eyed her suspiciously.
"Whatcha got in the bag, sweetie?" He sneered. With that he strode over to the bag, and spilled out its contents. His eyebrows raised, "A gun, huh? These are dangerous you know. I should keep this for our safety. You understand."
Shit, She thought helplessly. I'm not carrying my other gun either. She looked around, searching for a weapon of defense, but saw nothing.
"Oh, why do you look so nervous honey? I just came over for some fun. Lucky I'm pretty friendly with the girls who work with you. Or else I may have never found you." He smiled again.
She looked at the pocket which he put the gun. I can do this. She thought. I can get him down before he can even reach for the gun. It's just got be unexpected. A surprise. She looked at him a little braver this time. I'll just play along until he tries anything, or turns his back, which ever comes first.
"So, what kind of fun did you have in mind?" She played it cool. His eyebrows raised in surprise, and he slowly smiled.
"Good Girl."
* * * * *
Bosco sat in his apartment, thinking about the hospital. Something was defintley wrong. Why would she be so secretive if it was just something like getting into it with a skell. He decided the only way he could find out was to call either Cruz or Monroe. He'd probably not have much of a shot getting anything out of Monroe, but he was willing to take a chance.
He decided to call Cruz herself first. He dialed the number, and let it ring. 10 rings. 15 rings. He hung up more concerned than ever.
Where would she go so late? He thought for a while before calling Monroe. Something is very wrong. She doesn't have anywhere else she could go, does she? He thought about this more. No, she doesn't have family around here. Not many friends, either. Co-workers, yes. But she wouldn't go to any of them for her private business.
He suddenly realized he had no idea what Monroe's phone number was. He could look in the phone book, but how many Sasha Monroe's could he find in New York City? He didn't even know where she lived.
Faith. She would know. But would she even take his calls? He didn't think so. He'd have to go to her apartment. Hopefully Fred wasn't around. I sure am going through a lot just to see if Cruz is okay. Now why would I do that? He shrugged to himself as he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
* * * * *
He knocked gently on the door, hoping she would at least let him get out two words before telling him to get the hell out of there.
He heard someone approach the door, then heard faith's voice. "Yeah, who is it?" It's been awhile since he heard her. "Bosco." He replied, a little nervous at what her reaction would be.
"Bosco? What are you doing here? Look, I'm really not in the mood to talk to anybody. Especially you. Why don't you just get out of here, huh?" She sounded annoyed.
"Faith, please. I just need to ask a favor from you. I know I shouldn't be asking you anything, but I really need Monroe's phone number." He said in one breath.
She flung open the door. God, he thought to himself, She's in a wheelchair?
"Why do you want Monroe's number, of all people? And your right, you shouldn't be asking me anything.
"Well..it's kind of a long story.." He began, "She was at the hospital with Cruz, and I think that there was something really wrong with her. I already called Cruz, but there was no answer, and I just wanted to call Monroe and see what was wrong."
He felt like a child making up excuses to his mother, the way she looked at him.
"If I give you this number, will you just leave me alone?" She said warily.
"Yeah. I promise." He said. She sighed, and went to get paper. She wrote down the number, and handed it to him.
"Now could you just leave, please?" she asked. He didn't like not talking to her anymore, but he caused enough trouble. "Bye." He said and walked out.
* * * * *
As soon as he got out onto the street, he dialed the number that faith had given him. 1 ring.5 rings. "Hello?" He sighed relief when he heard her voice.
"Monroe, it's Bosco." he started.
"Bosco?? What's going on?" She interrupted.
"You need to answer me. Why were you and Cruz at the hospital today?" He rushed.
There was a pause before she answered him. "You know I can't tell you that, bosco."
"Dammit, Monroe! Can you stop being a friend to everybody just once, I'm really worried about her!" He snapped, before he could stop himself.
"Worried? YOU'RE worried about Cruz?" she said surprised. "Okay.I'm not even going to ask, so moving on, what would make you worry so much?" She demanded.
"Look, I know she just didn't get into a fight. It was something a lot bigger than a fight. So, I tried to call her, but she's not answering. It really got me worried." He said, fighting anger.
"She doesn't answer her phone when you call her once, so you jump to conclusions, immediately thinking something is wrong? She's probably just in the shower or sleeping!" Monroe said, sounding annoyed.
"I know her better than you do, and I'm worried!" He yelled, losing his fight.
"Fine." She said, giving in. "I will go to her apartment, and make sure she is ok for you."
"Thanks," Bosco said, hanging up the phone. She won't let me come with her, unless I'm already there. Bosco thought, so he started his way to Cruz's house.
* * * * *
Cruz had tried her plan. His back was turned, and she had tried to run up on him, and get him down. However, just as she was directly behind him, he spun around and hit her to the ground with her own gun.
"I knew I couldn't trust you." He snarled. "I guess we'll just have to teach you a lesson, won't we?" he said, starting to drag her away from the living room.
She started to panic now, trying to grab anything she could to stop them from moving. She then screamed out for help as loud as she could.
This only angered the man more, and he kicked her. Lucky for her, though, the scream got the attention of Bosco, who was standing outside the apartment waiting for Monroe.
Before he could make it to the door, cruz shot up, and managed to bite warner's gun hand, making him drop the gun. She snatched it before he recovered, and stood up pointing the gun in his direction.
She was actually just about to pull the trigger, when the door burst open.
She spun around to the door to see bosco fly in. Her attention was distracted for only one second. But, that one second was just enough time for warner to regain to composure, and tackle cruz.