The Proposition.
A shiver creeped up and down her spine, as she hugged herself tightly sheilding the sharp and cold gust of winds from her as she prowled the raven walk ways of Harmony.The sound of her silent footsteps inthe next to near isolated town, at what it appeared to be as early as eight.Slight murmers of movement and actual life greeted her as her eyes foccused upon the bright neon beacon which flickered repetitively in the night like a nervous twitch.In one swift gesture, Charity opened the door to the book cafee shifting from person to person, as she took the newspaper in her clutches edging to her usual seat.
The crisp sounds the paper opening could be heard around her as she lifted it up to cover her face, her eyes searching 'The Harmony Herald' small news of happpening around the town appeared in semi bold print.News of many exploits concerning Harmony's most prestigious, two of which emmediately caught her attention as she turned the page abruptly.
"Eve Russell and Julian Crane: Together At Last." she whispered quickly reading the bold text.
In the years that Charity had been away, Eve and Julian had managed to get thier past out in open...revealing to everyone their love, and, also the son they had together which was stolen only moments from birth.As Kay and Bianca recalled, thier was a real uproar in town, especially concidering both Julian and Eve had their own seperate ties:Eve being, her husband T.C, and Julian being his wife - not by choice, Rebecca Hotchkiss...oh, and lest us not forget Julian's other very influencial tie his impeding ex- wife Ivy Winthrop Crane.Who also not by choice was resided in the Crane mansion with her son Ethan, tagging along for the ever long ride as it was.To make an endless story short, a battle became of this soap opera ending with Julian and Eve soon to be Crane, being the sole owners of the Crane mansion leaving all other's to be damned to hell and left without a place to live.
her reading was interrupted by the loud noticable clacking of heels against the newly cleaned floors, she turned the fold of the paper down to reveal the aged red head standing ahed of her cracking the gum she chewed in her fairly large mouth slathered with scarlet lipstick."What will it be?" Of course Rebecca put up a fight, the biggest one that even made its way to the papers, hell, even to the news! Threatening on world wide t.v, radomn things that could or couldn't have put a large crutch on the infamous family.Faught she did, Rebecca Hotchkiss faught her way into the streets working at the Book Caffe for hours on end for a hedious state of minimum wadge.
Charity's lips curved upwards with somewhat intent, as she recalled all the wrong that Rebecca Hotchkiss had done to her family, as well as all the obvious flirtation she passed towards Patrick when they were on a case together and all things pointed towards the Cranes.
"Well, Blondie? What's it gonna be, you know I haven't all day!" Rebecca snipped, tapping her pet aggrivatedly against her pad.
"Temper, Temper Rebecca dear...wouldn't want you to loose your job over this."Chatriry foreboded passively, as she rested the news paper aside, waiting for another snide remark from the waitress.
Rebecca's mouth opened halfly wishing she could slap the smirk of that Standish girl's face, but the brat did have one thing right.After 'leaving' the Crane mansion, she tried to get Jhonathon to take her back pleading momentary insanity and swearing to God that she would never do such a thing again.Unfourtunately her pleas were nothing but well spoken words as Jhonathon , like Julian escorted her to the door, as much to her dismay.She was at the caffe for about a few months now working for peanuts, being bossed around by the poorly dressed and part - time nutcased Beth Wallace.
"I'll have the usual, Beth should know what that is." she instructed at Rebecca's silence.
"Alright."Rebecca replied narrowing her eyes at Charity as she turned at her heal walking away, Charity's eyes trailed her menacingly as she picked up the Herald once more flipping through the various sections of the paper.
She paused once more, as her breath sucked in and her heart dropped from its present stance.Her eyes falling slightly glossy at the orange horizon with the glimmering setting sun, and a breath taking view of a exotic get away.Charity's orbes searched the picture as her mind quickly went to him...Patrick, she faught her tears dominantly as the realization that the world would never compleatly make any sense without him reigned her thougts.Her fingers traced the photo quietly as a trace of a tear drizzeled down her cheek; Before she heard the noise of a chair moving around her.
"Stalking is illegal you know."she stated calmly while sliding down her newspaper to reveal, Miguel sitting across from her.
Her smirked casually at the comment,"True.But you forget Ms. Standish, this is America and by the amendment it does state that it's a free country, allowing me to do whatever the hell I please." Miguel retorted,"Besides, I know you...and as much as you'd like to deny it you Sweetheart know me too, so the rule is useless when pertaining to us."
Charity whipped her newspaper back in her face ignoring Miguel's presence."You say this when there are thousand of other places you could go without provocking me."she hissed under her breath.
"Damn, what happened to us Charity? I mean at least a few years ago we tried to be friends..." he trailed taking the newspaper from her clutches and tossing it beyond them, forcing Charity to take part in their conversation.
"And failed miserably," they both murmered in unisen as they laughed dryly.
"Wow!" his eyes gleamed with intent as he watched her "So, I wasn't mistaken after all...you really do know how to smile." he flirted suavely as Charity expressiones slowly returned to grim ones.
"What do you want Miguel?"she responded while covering her mouth not allowing herself to giggle another breath infront of his presence.
His smile faddened as his eyes searched her indepthly, a serious expressions marring his structures."Why do you presist to actually enjoying me, Charity? Is there something deeper to it." he inquired waiting ptiently for her response.
Charity snorted as her light eyebrow arched."If your implying that I have some kind of sorted attraction to you - I'd have to say you are more than insane!" she scoffed"Now I'll only ask once again, what are you doing here Mr. Lopez - Fitzgerald?"
He shifted in his seat moving inward while hailing Rebecca casually, "Who ever said I was implying."
"Yes," Rebecca began wearly and annoyed quickly diminishing her attitude and adjusting it as she batted her eye lashes and smiled in a sultry manner boosting up her better half which oozed from her half open uniform."What will it be?" she asked her voice silky and sexy as she foccused compleatly on Miguel.
"Um, I'll have what she's having...thanks." he ended feelig slightly uneased by the middle aged woman making passes at him.
"Sure thing."she replied darting a look towards Charity as she left.It all seemed quite unfair to her, it was liked the world just went and lost its concience; How in the hell could she end up working in this torrid place, taking orders from the simple commenfolks spawns... Miguel did grow into quite a fine young man, he had the best of his father's features...but matters be it, this was still all some kind of outrage!
"I'm waiting Miguel," Charity quipped"What do you want?"
"Well,"he grummbeled while crossing his arms." I have a deal for you,"
Charity silenced herself, as she awaited to hear more of this 'deal'.
"Look I know what you thought of me, when we first met...and I want to prove you wrong. I want to prove to you that I can be a gentleman, in a matter of weeks, hell let's make it a real challenge shall we? In a matter of days even."
"You seem sure of yourself, "she replied,"And that will make bringing you down more fofilling than ever - I'm in."Charity answered her eyes darting towards him again."But know I'm putting down ground rules 1. Just because I'm agreeing to this, doesn't mean were getting all chummy- chummy 2. I really won't take any kind of flirting on your part, and, last but certainlly not least 3. I hope you won't be expecting any sex out of this because that's exactlly what you won't be getting." she spewed waiting for him to decline and back up out of his foolishness.
Miguel coughed up his coffe as he looked at her, wondering if she was actually serious.She deffinately was."You drive some bargain, Charity.But I'm always up for the dare - I'm game."he said with a smirk leaving his hand free and out towards her.
"We'll soon see about that." she responded, as she took it shaking it vigorously.
NEW MEXICO CITY .
There was a loud pounding at the bar, as a yound man sat at the other end of the table violently bellowing for another glass of brew as his fists collided with the table.
"I think you've had enough Sir," the man suggested swipping the beer glass away from him.
"And I think you should mind your own damn business, now...get me," Damien slurred in his tone"Get me another drink."
"I can't do that; You've had way to much for tonight, it's time for you to go home."
Damnien's eyes darkened in a fearful manner as his fist pounded on the bar once more" I don't want to go home! Alright," he laughed wryly as his eyes searched the room" I can't go home, I want another fucking drink and I want it NOW DAMN IT, and I'm not going anywhere until you give it to me." he thundered.Yet before he could say any more Damien felt himself being dragged from the bar of which he once sat and thrown into the dark alleys of New Mexico.
He briskly dusted himself , flipping off the bar and all of it's inhabitance as he began to walk through the cauble stones of the town.The sounds of music becoming more bold and welcoming as he walked towards the street lights, he mubbled things as he walked haulting at a street band which played inches awy from his sight.
Every chord strummed bringing him closer to the small crowd, every small chord making the memories swirl through his mind.Every chord making him wish theses damn memories would cease, inhabiting his consience.
//Flashback//
The sound of the ambulance speeding through the streets of Harmony could be heard as the noise rung through Damiens ears.His eyes darted onto Patrick, as he sat beside him pleading for his partner to open his eyes Patrick wasn't going to die tonight! He couldn't!
"Damien,"Patrick's voice gruffed as he turned to it, quickly rushing to Patrick's side.
"Hey-" His voice craked with emotion as the spots of crimson became more apparent."Hey Pat,"
Patrick gulped as his eyes searched the ambulance car before resting on Damien.He was afraid, he knew this much but Patrick seemed calm afraid of what was to come, but too weak to fight it."I know - I Know I'm dying." he faught as he coughed fiercely as he felt the taste of blood fill his throat, and the heat of the bullet that hit him.
"No man, you're not dying okay" Damien affirmed gripping onto his blood drapped atire feeling Patrick slipping away from him."You just have to pull through for us okay - I know you got hit, but as soon as you get to the hospital -"
"Damien, no!" Patrick thundered with all the power remaining in him, as his eyes stayed foccused on him. "I want you to tell her - tell her..." he trailed his eyes closing, and the heart monitar dropping as Patrick slipped away, leaving Daminen's cries in the summer air.
////
Rage filled his consiense as the music cut into him like sharp knives, he looked down at the beer bottle he held in his hand as he shot it toward the atmosphere.Falling to his knees in the middle of Mexico's streets and scaring everyone which stood around.
"I did it!" He laughed wryly as he screamed into the shadows, his lower chin quivering." I killed him."
Closing Thoughts - So (cringes nervously) what's the verdict? Too OOC with Miguel and Charity's character, althought I must admit I'm having the time of my life figuring how many ways I can play around with their relationship and their charcters! It's been one eventful week but I managed to get this chapter out, and I hope you like.Oh, and too any Rebecca fans I'm sorry - but I despise what's she doing to certain people on the show and thought this would be the best oppertunity to get my REVENGE! Ha! Latz.
A shiver creeped up and down her spine, as she hugged herself tightly sheilding the sharp and cold gust of winds from her as she prowled the raven walk ways of Harmony.The sound of her silent footsteps inthe next to near isolated town, at what it appeared to be as early as eight.Slight murmers of movement and actual life greeted her as her eyes foccused upon the bright neon beacon which flickered repetitively in the night like a nervous twitch.In one swift gesture, Charity opened the door to the book cafee shifting from person to person, as she took the newspaper in her clutches edging to her usual seat.
The crisp sounds the paper opening could be heard around her as she lifted it up to cover her face, her eyes searching 'The Harmony Herald' small news of happpening around the town appeared in semi bold print.News of many exploits concerning Harmony's most prestigious, two of which emmediately caught her attention as she turned the page abruptly.
"Eve Russell and Julian Crane: Together At Last." she whispered quickly reading the bold text.
In the years that Charity had been away, Eve and Julian had managed to get thier past out in open...revealing to everyone their love, and, also the son they had together which was stolen only moments from birth.As Kay and Bianca recalled, thier was a real uproar in town, especially concidering both Julian and Eve had their own seperate ties:Eve being, her husband T.C, and Julian being his wife - not by choice, Rebecca Hotchkiss...oh, and lest us not forget Julian's other very influencial tie his impeding ex- wife Ivy Winthrop Crane.Who also not by choice was resided in the Crane mansion with her son Ethan, tagging along for the ever long ride as it was.To make an endless story short, a battle became of this soap opera ending with Julian and Eve soon to be Crane, being the sole owners of the Crane mansion leaving all other's to be damned to hell and left without a place to live.
her reading was interrupted by the loud noticable clacking of heels against the newly cleaned floors, she turned the fold of the paper down to reveal the aged red head standing ahed of her cracking the gum she chewed in her fairly large mouth slathered with scarlet lipstick."What will it be?" Of course Rebecca put up a fight, the biggest one that even made its way to the papers, hell, even to the news! Threatening on world wide t.v, radomn things that could or couldn't have put a large crutch on the infamous family.Faught she did, Rebecca Hotchkiss faught her way into the streets working at the Book Caffe for hours on end for a hedious state of minimum wadge.
Charity's lips curved upwards with somewhat intent, as she recalled all the wrong that Rebecca Hotchkiss had done to her family, as well as all the obvious flirtation she passed towards Patrick when they were on a case together and all things pointed towards the Cranes.
"Well, Blondie? What's it gonna be, you know I haven't all day!" Rebecca snipped, tapping her pet aggrivatedly against her pad.
"Temper, Temper Rebecca dear...wouldn't want you to loose your job over this."Chatriry foreboded passively, as she rested the news paper aside, waiting for another snide remark from the waitress.
Rebecca's mouth opened halfly wishing she could slap the smirk of that Standish girl's face, but the brat did have one thing right.After 'leaving' the Crane mansion, she tried to get Jhonathon to take her back pleading momentary insanity and swearing to God that she would never do such a thing again.Unfourtunately her pleas were nothing but well spoken words as Jhonathon , like Julian escorted her to the door, as much to her dismay.She was at the caffe for about a few months now working for peanuts, being bossed around by the poorly dressed and part - time nutcased Beth Wallace.
"I'll have the usual, Beth should know what that is." she instructed at Rebecca's silence.
"Alright."Rebecca replied narrowing her eyes at Charity as she turned at her heal walking away, Charity's eyes trailed her menacingly as she picked up the Herald once more flipping through the various sections of the paper.
She paused once more, as her breath sucked in and her heart dropped from its present stance.Her eyes falling slightly glossy at the orange horizon with the glimmering setting sun, and a breath taking view of a exotic get away.Charity's orbes searched the picture as her mind quickly went to him...Patrick, she faught her tears dominantly as the realization that the world would never compleatly make any sense without him reigned her thougts.Her fingers traced the photo quietly as a trace of a tear drizzeled down her cheek; Before she heard the noise of a chair moving around her.
"Stalking is illegal you know."she stated calmly while sliding down her newspaper to reveal, Miguel sitting across from her.
Her smirked casually at the comment,"True.But you forget Ms. Standish, this is America and by the amendment it does state that it's a free country, allowing me to do whatever the hell I please." Miguel retorted,"Besides, I know you...and as much as you'd like to deny it you Sweetheart know me too, so the rule is useless when pertaining to us."
Charity whipped her newspaper back in her face ignoring Miguel's presence."You say this when there are thousand of other places you could go without provocking me."she hissed under her breath.
"Damn, what happened to us Charity? I mean at least a few years ago we tried to be friends..." he trailed taking the newspaper from her clutches and tossing it beyond them, forcing Charity to take part in their conversation.
"And failed miserably," they both murmered in unisen as they laughed dryly.
"Wow!" his eyes gleamed with intent as he watched her "So, I wasn't mistaken after all...you really do know how to smile." he flirted suavely as Charity expressiones slowly returned to grim ones.
"What do you want Miguel?"she responded while covering her mouth not allowing herself to giggle another breath infront of his presence.
His smile faddened as his eyes searched her indepthly, a serious expressions marring his structures."Why do you presist to actually enjoying me, Charity? Is there something deeper to it." he inquired waiting ptiently for her response.
Charity snorted as her light eyebrow arched."If your implying that I have some kind of sorted attraction to you - I'd have to say you are more than insane!" she scoffed"Now I'll only ask once again, what are you doing here Mr. Lopez - Fitzgerald?"
He shifted in his seat moving inward while hailing Rebecca casually, "Who ever said I was implying."
"Yes," Rebecca began wearly and annoyed quickly diminishing her attitude and adjusting it as she batted her eye lashes and smiled in a sultry manner boosting up her better half which oozed from her half open uniform."What will it be?" she asked her voice silky and sexy as she foccused compleatly on Miguel.
"Um, I'll have what she's having...thanks." he ended feelig slightly uneased by the middle aged woman making passes at him.
"Sure thing."she replied darting a look towards Charity as she left.It all seemed quite unfair to her, it was liked the world just went and lost its concience; How in the hell could she end up working in this torrid place, taking orders from the simple commenfolks spawns... Miguel did grow into quite a fine young man, he had the best of his father's features...but matters be it, this was still all some kind of outrage!
"I'm waiting Miguel," Charity quipped"What do you want?"
"Well,"he grummbeled while crossing his arms." I have a deal for you,"
Charity silenced herself, as she awaited to hear more of this 'deal'.
"Look I know what you thought of me, when we first met...and I want to prove you wrong. I want to prove to you that I can be a gentleman, in a matter of weeks, hell let's make it a real challenge shall we? In a matter of days even."
"You seem sure of yourself, "she replied,"And that will make bringing you down more fofilling than ever - I'm in."Charity answered her eyes darting towards him again."But know I'm putting down ground rules 1. Just because I'm agreeing to this, doesn't mean were getting all chummy- chummy 2. I really won't take any kind of flirting on your part, and, last but certainlly not least 3. I hope you won't be expecting any sex out of this because that's exactlly what you won't be getting." she spewed waiting for him to decline and back up out of his foolishness.
Miguel coughed up his coffe as he looked at her, wondering if she was actually serious.She deffinately was."You drive some bargain, Charity.But I'm always up for the dare - I'm game."he said with a smirk leaving his hand free and out towards her.
"We'll soon see about that." she responded, as she took it shaking it vigorously.
NEW MEXICO CITY .
There was a loud pounding at the bar, as a yound man sat at the other end of the table violently bellowing for another glass of brew as his fists collided with the table.
"I think you've had enough Sir," the man suggested swipping the beer glass away from him.
"And I think you should mind your own damn business, now...get me," Damien slurred in his tone"Get me another drink."
"I can't do that; You've had way to much for tonight, it's time for you to go home."
Damnien's eyes darkened in a fearful manner as his fist pounded on the bar once more" I don't want to go home! Alright," he laughed wryly as his eyes searched the room" I can't go home, I want another fucking drink and I want it NOW DAMN IT, and I'm not going anywhere until you give it to me." he thundered.Yet before he could say any more Damien felt himself being dragged from the bar of which he once sat and thrown into the dark alleys of New Mexico.
He briskly dusted himself , flipping off the bar and all of it's inhabitance as he began to walk through the cauble stones of the town.The sounds of music becoming more bold and welcoming as he walked towards the street lights, he mubbled things as he walked haulting at a street band which played inches awy from his sight.
Every chord strummed bringing him closer to the small crowd, every small chord making the memories swirl through his mind.Every chord making him wish theses damn memories would cease, inhabiting his consience.
//Flashback//
The sound of the ambulance speeding through the streets of Harmony could be heard as the noise rung through Damiens ears.His eyes darted onto Patrick, as he sat beside him pleading for his partner to open his eyes Patrick wasn't going to die tonight! He couldn't!
"Damien,"Patrick's voice gruffed as he turned to it, quickly rushing to Patrick's side.
"Hey-" His voice craked with emotion as the spots of crimson became more apparent."Hey Pat,"
Patrick gulped as his eyes searched the ambulance car before resting on Damien.He was afraid, he knew this much but Patrick seemed calm afraid of what was to come, but too weak to fight it."I know - I Know I'm dying." he faught as he coughed fiercely as he felt the taste of blood fill his throat, and the heat of the bullet that hit him.
"No man, you're not dying okay" Damien affirmed gripping onto his blood drapped atire feeling Patrick slipping away from him."You just have to pull through for us okay - I know you got hit, but as soon as you get to the hospital -"
"Damien, no!" Patrick thundered with all the power remaining in him, as his eyes stayed foccused on him. "I want you to tell her - tell her..." he trailed his eyes closing, and the heart monitar dropping as Patrick slipped away, leaving Daminen's cries in the summer air.
////
Rage filled his consiense as the music cut into him like sharp knives, he looked down at the beer bottle he held in his hand as he shot it toward the atmosphere.Falling to his knees in the middle of Mexico's streets and scaring everyone which stood around.
"I did it!" He laughed wryly as he screamed into the shadows, his lower chin quivering." I killed him."
Closing Thoughts - So (cringes nervously) what's the verdict? Too OOC with Miguel and Charity's character, althought I must admit I'm having the time of my life figuring how many ways I can play around with their relationship and their charcters! It's been one eventful week but I managed to get this chapter out, and I hope you like.Oh, and too any Rebecca fans I'm sorry - but I despise what's she doing to certain people on the show and thought this would be the best oppertunity to get my REVENGE! Ha! Latz.
