LINGER
Characters are not mine… this fic has been sitting in my closet for several months, I can't seem to get anywhere on Collide, Alone, a Tale of two friends, or well… anything for that matter, so I figured I'd type this up. Enjoy!
Chapter 4:
"We'll stop at home then go get something to eat and go shopping, okay, sweetie?" Greg asked, pulling up outside his medium sized condo.
Once inside he led her down the hall to where her room would soon be. "I figured I'd let you pick out what you wanted in your room so there's not much in there right now," he told her, taking off the lab coat he had forgotten to put in his locker.
She nodded. "I get my own room?" she asked.
Greg looked at her. "Of course you do! Didn't you have one at your foster home?" he saw her cringe.
"Yeah, more like a closet than a room…" she told him as he ducked into his room to change, emerging a moment later with several questions for her foster parents on his mind.
They headed back out to his dark blue, Chevy Tahoe. "Hungry, Elicia?" he asked.
She nodded, "Yeah."
Several minutes later Greg pulled into a small diner that the team usually frequented. The staff knew them by name.
"What can I get for you, Greg?" the waiter asked. "And who's this little one?"
Greg smiled. "My daughter, Elicia. I'll take my usual. Elicia?" he looked down at her.
"Um… can I get a hotdog?" she asked, shyly.
"Sure ya can," Greg told her. The waiter nodded and walked off. "What kinds of things do you like do to?" he asked her.
She smiled. "I like soccer and horses." She told him.
"I liked soccer, too." He told her, smiling as two glasses of water arrived.
She looked up at him. "Really? Did you ever play?"
He sighed. "I wasn't quite good enough to get on the team. I'm sure you're much better at it than I was, though." He smiled, their food arriving.
"They told me they found you cause you're name was in the papers after something happened, what was it?" she asked, curiously.
He sighed; he was still having nightmares about the explosion. "That place we were at before," she nodded, understanding. "It exploded and I got hurt," he told her truthfully. He still had several bandages on his back.
"I'm glad you're okay," she said, hugging him. "Do you like that Sara lady?" she asked, taking a bite of her hot-dog.
Greg, caught off guard by the question, nodded. "How'd you figure that out?"
Elicia smiled. "I noticed how the two of you look at each other." She said simply.
"Wow, You're very observant…" he said, surprised.
"Mommy used to tell me that…"
"You miss her, huh?" he asked.
She nodded. "I always hoped you'd come get me."
He picked her up as they left the diner. "If I had known I had a daughter, I would've been there in a heartbeat."
Elicia smiled, wrapping her arms around her father's neck.
"Now," he said. "Lets go get your room squared away." He set her in the backseat of his car.
Several minutes later they arrived at the local mall. Greg took her hand as they walked into the semi-crowded hallway, heading towards one of the main department stores.
Okay…. This chapter was originally longer but it never would've ended so I cut it off here. I'll be working on CH5 REVIEW!
