Disclaimer: I do not own Third Watch or anything relating to it. I only take credit for Alicia Garland, Logan and Liv.
Author's Notes: I hope this story is interesting for all of you. I will work my butt off to make it a great one.
Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Three
Alicia crouched in the bushes. Pieces of her long hair kept getting tangled up the the branches, but she was too enthralled at the moment to notice. She was wearing the same pink sweatshirt and jeans that she had on the night she escaped. She needed a shower badly. Her face was streaked with dirt and grime. Still, she sat on in wonder of the miracle she saw before her.
It was him. It was Dallas. Her son that Maurice and Faith had stolen from her! He looked like Maurice. He had his eyes and nose and maybe even his mouth. As Maurice walked with the two children, Dallas burst out laughing. Yep. He had his father's mouth alright. He was a wonderfully beautiful child. He looked healthy and strong. Long tanned legs and arms were visible, indicating that he had lots of outside play.
He was only an hour or so old when they had taken him away from her. She had blacked out in the delivery room and hadn't regained consiousness until after he was gone. The doctors and nurses had tried to tell her that she didn't have a baby and that she had made it up in her mind. What kind of a sick joke was that? She knew that Maurice and Faith had convinced those people to say that she didn't have a baby, so they could take it for their own. And they had, hadn't they? Here was Maurice, with TWO children, not one. She was beginning to get angry. She forced herself to stay calm. There was plenty of time.
Alicia shifted her gaze to the little girl who was holding Maurice's other hand. She was also a blond, blue eyed child. They looked remarkably alike. Their hair was even the same shade, their eyes the same georgous blue. She decided that both of these children definately had all of their father's attributes.
She felt lonely as she watched her son with his father. She wondered if he even knew about her. She was his real mother and chances were that they had never told him the difference. Both children were having a blast throwing old bread crumbs into the water. The ducks were happy to be fed.
Dallas walked closer to the edge of the pond, getting his sneakers wet. Maurice was busy wiping icecream off of the little girl. Dallas, as would any curious two year old, loved the sound his feet made in the soft, squishy mud. He laughed and waved to his father and sister.
" Daddy, look me." he said
" Logan, come over here right now. You don't walk away from daddy. Stay by my side while I get your sister cleaned up." Maurice said, firmly.
Alicia's heart pounded at the sound of her son's name....Logan? His name is Dallas. DALLAS. she thought to herself. They had changed his name! They had taken the ONE thing that Alicia had given him. She was wild. It was all she could do to not jump out of the bushes and confront Maurice. But she stayed back. She was going to let Dallas come to her. He'd come to her and he would learn to trust her, too. She just needed a plan.
In the back of her witches brain, she felt a plan forming. She had the perfect way to get her son back. And she'd move heaven and hell to get to him.
TBC
Author's Notes: I hope this story is interesting for all of you. I will work my butt off to make it a great one.
Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Three
Alicia crouched in the bushes. Pieces of her long hair kept getting tangled up the the branches, but she was too enthralled at the moment to notice. She was wearing the same pink sweatshirt and jeans that she had on the night she escaped. She needed a shower badly. Her face was streaked with dirt and grime. Still, she sat on in wonder of the miracle she saw before her.
It was him. It was Dallas. Her son that Maurice and Faith had stolen from her! He looked like Maurice. He had his eyes and nose and maybe even his mouth. As Maurice walked with the two children, Dallas burst out laughing. Yep. He had his father's mouth alright. He was a wonderfully beautiful child. He looked healthy and strong. Long tanned legs and arms were visible, indicating that he had lots of outside play.
He was only an hour or so old when they had taken him away from her. She had blacked out in the delivery room and hadn't regained consiousness until after he was gone. The doctors and nurses had tried to tell her that she didn't have a baby and that she had made it up in her mind. What kind of a sick joke was that? She knew that Maurice and Faith had convinced those people to say that she didn't have a baby, so they could take it for their own. And they had, hadn't they? Here was Maurice, with TWO children, not one. She was beginning to get angry. She forced herself to stay calm. There was plenty of time.
Alicia shifted her gaze to the little girl who was holding Maurice's other hand. She was also a blond, blue eyed child. They looked remarkably alike. Their hair was even the same shade, their eyes the same georgous blue. She decided that both of these children definately had all of their father's attributes.
She felt lonely as she watched her son with his father. She wondered if he even knew about her. She was his real mother and chances were that they had never told him the difference. Both children were having a blast throwing old bread crumbs into the water. The ducks were happy to be fed.
Dallas walked closer to the edge of the pond, getting his sneakers wet. Maurice was busy wiping icecream off of the little girl. Dallas, as would any curious two year old, loved the sound his feet made in the soft, squishy mud. He laughed and waved to his father and sister.
" Daddy, look me." he said
" Logan, come over here right now. You don't walk away from daddy. Stay by my side while I get your sister cleaned up." Maurice said, firmly.
Alicia's heart pounded at the sound of her son's name....Logan? His name is Dallas. DALLAS. she thought to herself. They had changed his name! They had taken the ONE thing that Alicia had given him. She was wild. It was all she could do to not jump out of the bushes and confront Maurice. But she stayed back. She was going to let Dallas come to her. He'd come to her and he would learn to trust her, too. She just needed a plan.
In the back of her witches brain, she felt a plan forming. She had the perfect way to get her son back. And she'd move heaven and hell to get to him.
TBC