Fragile Glass
Part Three: Glazing
By: Lizzie B
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Author's Note: Part three because my muse has me working in over time. She's a slave driver people, a slave driver!
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"You can see her, Robert," Dr. Shima says hours later, "But be careful." Bobby nods and walks right past the doctor without a word. Alex hangs back, standing beside the doctor and waiting. Bobby approaches slowly, "Hey Mom."
"Where's my son?" She asks tearfully, "It's late and I have to make sure he's safe from them."
"Mom, I'm right here," Bobby says sweetly, reaching out a hand to brush her hair back.
"No!" She snaps, jerking against her restraints, "No! Bobby! Bobby! Where are you Bobby?" The real Bobby steps back, his hand curling into a fist before he pushes past her and Dr. Shima and kept going and still Frances Goren called for her son.
Dr. Shima sighs, "She either asks for him or turns on him when she has a break."
Alex digests the news as she follows after her partner, trying to keep up with his massive strides. He storms through the halls, hands clenching and unclenching. She can barely hear him muttering angry to himself.
"Bobby!" She yells, jogging now.
He stops and turns, lightning fast, "Don't call me that!" He thunders with enough force to have her stop dead in her tracks, "Don't ever call me that again!" And then he's turning and walking away again. She's not used to the full force of his anger and it takes her a moment to recover. Once she does, she's after him like a shot.
She finds him outside, pounding his anger into a tree hard enough to shake the snow loose from the branches. She moves to his side, watching helplessly. Finally he stops, panting hard and leaning on his arms against the tree.
"When I was six she took me to Coney Island. It was a tradition of ours. The first day of summer, we'd fight the crowds together. The next year she wouldn't take me because of "them"."
"We should get those knuckles looked at," Alex says softly, laying a hand on his shoulder. She can't quite comprehend how it happens, but the next thing she knows she's in his arms, being pulled to the ground. Bobby's dropping to his knees, pulling her with him. She willingly goes, knowing he needs the contact and knowing she needs it to. She's wanted it for years. Her only regret is that it comes out of tragedy.
"She's gone, Alex, my mother's gone." He chokes out, holding her just a little too tightly, "What will I do? Who do I have left now?"
"You have me, and you're going to go home with me and let take care of you."
