DISCLAIMER: kim, faith, fred, joey, bobby, jimmy, bosco, davis, sully, none of these characters are mine, i'm just borowing them to play with them for a little while, they belong to their creator and the actors and actresses who portray them, i promise i'll be gentle, don't sue RATING: PG-13 tops currently CONTENT: kim/faith friendship, fred/faith divorce, kim/bobby r, faith/bosco sex/ust SPOILERS: 32 bullets and a broken heart (missing scene/continuation)
SUMMARY: Kim and Faith become friends after they share their heartaches that Valintines day.
AUTHORS NOTES: i'm so sorry for the delay soo much has happened in my life since my last update and the longer i put off writing the harder it was but i figured i owed it to you now that i've got some ambition to try and finish up this story, so here it is... and now i remember why i went for shortfic before... i get too distracted sometimes and life changes too fast
A few weeks later, Emily was at school. There were days when she hated being there. After her father had left, she had lost all her friends, and had to make new ones. That didn't really bother her, but her old friends still liked to torture her when she was alone.
"Lookit," laughed Brooke. "Emily's all alone again."
"Shut up," Emily told her.
"Whatever," she walked away.
The Emily saw her old best friend, Claire passing by. She hated Claire she had been horrible to her after her father left. She knew that Brooke and Claire were best friend, and that Claire would not be happy that Emily had told her to shut up.
"You're such a bitch that's why your father left!" Claire screamed.
"What?" Emily demanded.
"Yeah, you're a bitch, and so's your mom, and that's why you don't have your dad anymore!"
Emily was furious, and before she ever really thought about it, she had flown up close to her old friend, and had punched her. Claire hit back, but Emily was able to duck and hit her again, before two teachers broke up their fight, which was happening in the hall.
The two girls were brought to the principal's office.
"Emily," the principal called first.
Claire gave Emily a dirty look, and flipped her the bird while no one was looking. Emily wanted to hit her again, but the principal lead her into the office.
"What happened?" the principal, Mister LaJoie asked.
"She called me a name so I hit her," Emily stated, matter-of-factly.
"Okay," he told her. "Well, unfortunately because of this I have to send you home for the rest of the day. This is your one warning, Emily. If you're caught fighting again, you will be expelled."
"Yeah," Emily muttered, not really caring. Claire had it coming.
"I can't seem to get a hold of your mother, or your au paire. Is there anyone else we can call to pick you up?"
She nodded. "Yeah, my mom's boyfriend, Bosco it's his day off he should be home." She gave him the number.
"All right, good. Now since your mother's not the one picking you up, I'm gonna need you to get her to sign this form, so that I know that she knows what happened today."
Emily took the paper, folded it, up and slipped it into her bag. She knew how forge her mother's signature, so as long as he didn't leave a message at home Bosco would be the only one who would know about her fight.
He made the call. "All right, Emily, your – Bosco will be here shortly. Please sit in the hall and wait for him."
She nodded and went outside, and sat down to wait for Bosco.
Bosco threw on a pair of jeans and an NYPD t-shirt, and made his way down to Emily's school. He couldn't believe that Faith was nowhere to be found, and now he had to pick her up from school. They hadn't told him what was going on. Just that she needed to be picked up immediately, and that she'd be at the office waiting for him.
He assumed that she was sick or something, Emily wasn't much one to get into trouble. She actually liked school, so he really couldn't see her as the type to have done anything stupid.
He pulled up the school, and went through the door. When he got to the office he started having flashback to his on school days where he made almost daily trips to the office for various infractions.
He saw Emily sitting there, she didn't look sick to him. He then saw another girl come out, with a black eye. He hoped to hell the Emily was not the one who had given it to her. He knew some schools had implemented automatic expulsion when it came to fighting.
Of course if that were the case then he certainly would not be allowed to pick her up. He went to the secretary.
"Hi," he said. "I'm here to pick up Emily Yokas."
"You're her father?" she asked.
"That's a little insensitive, maybe you should look at her file before you make assumptions. I'm her second emergency contact, Maurice Boscorelli, a family friend," he told her.
"Yeah, she's over there. You can take her."
Bosco shook his head, and Emily stood up, and followed him to the car. She got in, sat down and put on her seatbelt, never saying a word.
"So what happened?" he asked.
"I hit a girl."
"Oh," Bosco said.
"She said that I was the reason my father left. She used to be my best friend, and now she's calling me a bitch. I mean she was the one who ditched me at the same time my father did, what does that make her?"
Bosco laughed. "Yeah, but you probably shouldn't have hit her."
"This from a man who shoots people who piss him off?"
"I don't shoot people who piss me off, I shoot people who break the law," he explained.
"Whatever."
"All right, I'll admit, I am a bit of a fighter," he told her. "But I don't want you to do that, it's not a good way to solve a problem. You should figure out a new way to deal with her while you're still young enough to stop yourself from always fighting."
She shrugged. "Whatever."
"Listen to me, Emily. I know that what she said was cruel, but there really is a better way to deal with it, most of the time."
"I was just so mad, Bosco," she told him. "I mean why would she say something so cruel?"
"Cause teenaged girls are like that?"
She looked at him quizzically. "What does that mean."
"Just as it says, teenaged girls are like that. I'm sorry to say, but they're mean spiteful little things. You beating her up won't do a damn bit of good. It'll just fuel her. Two guys get in a fight, knock each other, and it's done. Two girls get into a fight, and it's never really done cause they each want to get the last swing in."
"Whatever."
"It's the truth. I don't mean to be a sexist jerk, but it's the truth. Ask your mother she'd say the same."
"I'm not asking my mother anything, thank you very much."
"Well she's gonna be asking you a lot of question."
"Not if we don't tell her."
Bosco was shocked. "I don't think that's gonna happen."
"What the hell good are you?"
"What?"
"I called you cause I figured this way Mom doesn't have to know what happened. I thought you'd have my back Bosco."
"You can't seriously expect me to keep this from your mother, can you?" He asked. "Part of being in a relationship with someone is being truthful with her."
"Well you're not exactly lying are you."
He shook his head. "Lying by omission is almost worse!"
"Whatever!"
"To your mother it is. I'm not going to not tell her about this Emily, this is something she has to deal with."
"If you weren't dating her I bet you'd let me slide."
"Not likely!"
She crossed her arms, angry. "Whatever."
Bosco couldn't believe the attitude he was getting from the girl. She had never been like this before. She was seriously pissed off when that he wouldn't go along with her little lie.
"You can't ask me to keep things from her, Emily," he told her, staying calm. "I'm not your parent, I never will be. It's her job to deal with this kind of thing, not mine. I'm sorry. But the two of us will be in a lot more trouble when she finds out. And she will find out about it, it's a Mom thing."
She just glared at him, he knew that he was getting the silent treatment. She was pissed off because she thought that by calling him that she'd get away with it, and her mother would be none the wiser.
"Emily, I'm sorry you're mad at me," he told her. "I just want to do what's best for you."
"You're not my father!" she snapped.
"I know, and I don't want to take his place Em. I care about you, and I just don't want to see you doing this to yourself. You're better then this."
She shook her head. "Yeah, whatever."
"Look, I know you're mad at me right now. And I really am sorry. I have to do the right thing here. I want to be your friend, but I also have to try and keep you safe. I'm not gonna discipline you, that's not my job. But I'm not gonna keep things from your mother, just so you don't get into trouble."
"You're the reason she told Daddy to stay away!" She spat, suddenly.
"What?"
"You heard me, it's cause of you that she didn't want my father to come back! She's so selfish! She doesn't think that we need our father, that we just need YOU, but we need him too!"
He pulled over. "Emily, I know you need your father, too, but he doesn't want to be here."
"Bullshit! He called! He wanted to come back! And SHE wouldn't let him! Because of YOU!"
"That's not why she didn't want him to come back, Emily, and you know it. She knew that he wasn't ready to come home, and be a father again. He wasn't happy doing that, that's why he drank!"
Emily glared at him. "He loved us!"
"Yes, he loved you both, but he hated being a stay at home dad while your mother went out and made all the money."
"Then why didn't she quit?"
"How would you have eaten. He would have found some other reason to keep drinking and not get a job."
There were tears in her eyes. "Then it was us."
"No, Em, it wasn't you, it was the drink."
"I just don't get it."
He nodded. "I know you don't."
"Please don't tell Mom."
"I have to."
She glared at him. "You suck."
"Then I'll just have to suck, I'm sorry Emily, one day you'll understand."
"I'm so sick of hearing that."
"I know you are, but it's the truth."
Bosco started the car up again, and soon they had pulled up to Faith's apartment. He walked upstairs with her. Katri and Faith were back, and Emily knew that she was now doomed.
She didn't want her mother to know what had happened at school that day. She had wanted it to be a secret. She really thought that Bosco would help her out with that, but he didn't, and she was pissed off at him.
She went inside the house, and both women were surprised to see her. Bosco followed her up, to make sure that she told them truth, and didn't give a line about being sick. Faith was even more confused when she saw Bosco follow her inside.
Katri went into her room and shut the door, knowing that something was going on, and that she didn't want to have to see it.
"What's going on?" Faith asked.
"I –" Emily paused. "They sent me home from school earlier."
"Why didn't I get a call?"
"They tried, you weren't here, so I told 'em to call Bosco cause it's his day off, too."
"Why were you sent home early?"
Emily shrugged. "Cause I got into trouble."
Faith shook her head. "What did you do?"
"I hit a girl?"
"What why would you hit someone?"
"She called me a bitch, and said it was my fault Daddy left. So I punched her."
"You should know better then to hit people."
She laughed. "Why are all the cops the ones telling me not to hit, and hurt people? It's a little hypocritical don't you think?"
"Weather it is or it isn't, is not the point, Emily. The point is you hit a girl today, and got sent home from school!"
"Mom, it's not a big deal, I won't do it again."
"It is a big deal. Who'd you hit."
"Claire."
"I thought she was your friend."
She scowled at her mother. "Yeah, try like a year ago, Mother."
"What happened?"
"Daddy left, and my friends ditched me. I love it how you listen to me."
Faith cursed herself for not remembering that. She had been doing so well with them of late, and now it was all down the toilet because she had forgotten that Emily had had to make all new friends.
She just wanted to know what was up with her of late. Nothing seemed to make her happy, and she had an answer for everything. She was becoming such a teenager, and she hated it. She was only eleven, couldn't she have waited till she hit thirteen to do this?
"I'm sorry, there's been a lot on my mind of late," Faith told her.
"Yeah, I know there always, and I'm just an after thought."
"No, Em, that's not it at all. It's just that-"
"Whatever Mom, it doesn't matter."
"It does matter, Em. It does, it just-"
"I don't care!" She snapped. "I hit a girl today cause she was mean to me. So what's my punishment?"
"I have to think about that."
"Fine. I'll be in my room if you need me."
She stormed into her room, and slammed the door shut, behind her. Faith knew she had screwed up this time, and that she might not be able to forgive her. It was just that she and Clair had been friends for so long, it was strange that they were not talking.
She had met Claire in a pre school play group.
Faith looked at Bosco. He held out his arms, and she gladly stepped into a firm embrace.
"So how many more years of this do we have left?" she asked.
"A few," he replied. "She's really pissed off that I told you. She thought that if I got called that you wouldn't find out about this."
Faith nodded. "Like she could have kept it from me for very long."
Bosco smiled. "So is this what it feels like to be a parent?"
She laughed. "It doesn't always feel like you're the bad guy. Just when they're mad."
"Which is going to be for the next ten years of her life or so."
"Don't remind me."
Katri meanwhile realized what time it was, and left her room to go pick Charlie up from school. Knowing that Faith was busy with Emily. She walked down to the school, and waited for him by the doors.
He came out and was surprised to see that it was not his mother waiting for him, since she was off that day.
"Why didn't Mom pick me up?" he asked her.
"Cause Emily come home from school early today," she told him.
"Oh, okay, is she sick?"
"I don't think so."
"Is she in trouble."
"That not nice to ask, Charlie."
He laughed. "I know, but is she?"
"I think so. Bosco brought her home."
"She musta been in a lot of trouble!" He was excited.
"Charlie be good to your sister."
"Didn't you fight with your brothers and sisters?"
"I don't have any brothers and sisters. Not whole ones. I have half brother and sister, who are six and eight when I left Suomi."
"Do they fight?"
"I guess they do a little bit."
"So then it's normal."
"Yes, it might be. I still don't like it."
He smiled at her. "We'll try harder to get along. You know I like it when you come and pick me up from school."
"Why?"
"Cause all the guys in my class are jealous when they see you?"
"Jealous?"
"Yes, cause they all think you're hot. So they are like mad and upset that they're not the ones who have you as an au paire."
Katri blushed. "Stop that."
"What? It's the truth. Some of the guys Emily goes to school with say the same thing. Even Bosco thought so when he first saw you."
"I guess, but it is still embarrassing. I don't like it when people tell me that I am pretty."
"Sure you do, my dad used to say all the time that all girls like it when you tell them how pretty they are."
"Pretty, yes, but no every person thinks that."
"Okay, I understand. If you say to someone that you like that they're pretty that's good, because she feels special. But when you tell someone that everyone thinks she's pretty then that's a problem. Then she feels like, embarrassed?"
"Yes."
"All right."
They arrived back at the apartment a few minutes later. Charlie went to go into his room, and the door was blocked.
"Hey! Emily!" he called.
"What?" she snapped from inside.
"I gotta get in there!"
"WAIT!"
"But it's my room too!"
"I said wait!"
He began knocking on the door. "I gotta do my homework!"
"Do it in the kitchen!"
"I left my textbook in there this morning."
"Work on something else!"
"I don't have anything else! Lemme in!"
"NO!"
"MOM!"
Faith, who had been sitting on the couch having a cup of coffee to clam her nerves. She put the mug down on the table with a loud thud. Bosco knew she was pissed, and stayed out of the way.
"Emily!" she yelled. "You let Charlie get his textbook!"
"NO!" she snapped, brave because she had a door protecting her.
"Open this door or swear to god that I will get Bosco to take it off it!"
"I dare you to do!"
"Bosco," she said looking at him, loud enough for Emily to hear her. "There's some tools in the storage space."
Bosco looked at Faith, a little surprised that she was serious about this. He went to stand up, but the flew open.
"Fine!" Emily shrieked. "Baby get his blankie!"
Charlie looked up at his sister. He ran into the room, then grabbed his textbook. He quickly left the room. He started to do his homework, sitting at the kitchen table instead of at the desk they shared.
"Emily!" Faith scalded. "You know better then to not let your brother into your room. It's his room too."
"I should have my own room you know! It's not right for me to share with my stupid brother!"
"We can't afford anything bigger, and as soon as Katri leaves-"
"Then you'll have a baby with Bosco and it will get my room!"
"Emily!"
"It's true. You're gonna forget all about Dad and us! You're gonna be more interested in Bosco and HIS baby! Nothing we do will matter anymore!"
"That's not true!"
"Whatever." She stormed over to where Bosco was sitting. "YOU! You ruined everything! You ruined my family! This is all your fault. If it wasn't for you I'd still have my Daddy! But she," she scowled at her mother. "She wants YOU not our father!"
"Emily?" he asked, not thinking she would ever act like this.
"You ruined my life!" She yelled. "I'm going for a walk!"
"Don't you dare leave this apartment!" Faith yelled.
"WATCH ME!"
Emily picked up her shoes, and coat, and left the apartment quickly before her mother could get to the door. She then began running down the hall, and down the stairs.
"Don't you think I can't catch you!" Faith yelled running after her.
She went down one flight of stairs, and decided to stop chasing her. Emily stopped, looked back, and kept going. Putting her shoes on at the next landing. She looked up again, and saw her mother walking back up the stairs.
She didn't want to go back, but she wasn't sure where she wanted to go.
tbc...
end notes: where will em go stay tuned to find out!