authors notes : (1) I didn't feel like digging out the movie so if the quotes are off don't blame me, I used the script as reference (2) sorry about the cussing but I'm trying to keep them in character. (3) This is a one shot, please understand that and don't ask me to continue it. (4) this is random, it dose not link in with any other story im writing
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"Jack" I winced at the voice I heard on the other end of the phone. Damn! Why did I answer it?!
"Yes?" I managed to mumble into the phone.
"I-I need to talk to you." I glare at the phone. Why dose she sound so upset?
"I'm not checking you for any other type of cancer."
"No, no, I just want to talk-please."
"Fine." I don't know what makes me agree. "I'll be there later."
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"Thanks for coming." Marla mumbles.
"Whatever."
She flops down on her bed, face down. "Sit." She mumbles into the bedspread.
No.
I'd rather not.
Instead I circle around to the side she's facing and sit down in front of her.
"Can we hurry this up? I have places to be."
"No you don't." She rolls over so her head is hanging upside down off the edge of the bed.
"What is it."
"I . . ."
She looks at me. Her face almost looks like it could be guilty.
"Yes?"
"I'm pregnant."
Oh.
Wow.
Dose Tyler knows? I would just ask out right but there's his whole 'don't mention him' thing.
"Who else knows? " I ask after some thought. That questions benign enough.
"No one."
"Can I- tell my friends?" Friend of course being Tyler.
"Sure. Have fun." Which of course means better I tell him than she dose.
We sit in silence for a while, each lost in there own thoughts.
"So.. what are you gonna do?" I ask finally.
"I don't know."
"Oh."
More silence hangs through the room. I don't know how to ask the next question with out saying his name.
Fine. I'll say it.
How would he know anyways?
"Didn't you say you wanted to have Tyler's abortion?"
"Marla says a lot of things." She mumbles. "Marla doesn't mean half of what she says."
Why did this conversation just turn third person? "Marla's not joking now is she?" I ask.
She shakes her head, rolling over and burying her face in her bed spread.
"You don't have to decide now." I state. Maybe she wants time to talk this over with Tyler?
"I know." She smiles at me.
Why? I didn't do anything.
She grins outright, kissing me on the fore head. I don't bother to glare, I just leave the room.
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"She's what?!" Tyler yells, punching the wall. With as angry as he is I'm surprised he didn't make a dent in it.
"Hey, don't kill the messenger."
Tyler's ignoring me, pacing and cursing.
"She's not keeping it!"
"I don't know."
"NO! No! Tell her she's not keeping it!"
"Why don't you tell her?" God, I'm sick of being there little carrier pigeon.
"Tell her, NOW!" He stomps up the stairs and slams the door. I hate it when he's like this.
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"Marla."
"Hey Tyler."
"Is being an ass."
Marla gives me a weird confused look but doesn't say anything. I sit down on her bed, she sits next to me.
"You decided what to do?"
"No."
"There's always adoption."
"Mm." She looks at me, big brown eyes locking on mine. She's been thinking about this a lot.
"Yes?"
"What do you think?"
"It doesn't matter what I think." I feel a strange desire to show some affection and end up settling for mussing her hair. "This is all up to you." And I'm not telling her what Tyler said either.
"Thanks." She smiles at me, this time pulling me in as big a bear hug she can with those skinny little arms.
I stand ready to leave and she calls out. "Wait. Tell me something."
"What?"
"If-if I keep it, would you help me take care of it?"
"Yea. Sure." I can babysit once in a while.
"I'm glad." She doesn't say anything else so I turn and leave.
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"What are you doing?" I wake up to find Marla at the end of the couch reading some book.
"Can you give me a ride?"
"Where to?"
She looks at me sheepishly, her eyes are red. "The abortion clinic-I, I think I decided."
"Yea. Ok."
Neither of us say anything the whole ride over. "Just wait here, ok?" She mumbles. Fine. I don't know how long the line is or how long it takes so I wait patiently for forty minutes until she comes back in to the car.
She's crying, I want to say something to her, anything to cheer her up. "Wanna get something to eat?"
She nods, I pull in to McDonalds. She hasn't said 2 words and I don't blame her. I get 2 drinks, 2 cheese burgers and 2 ice cream cones. Neither of us end up eating tough and the ice cream ends up melting all over our hands and the car. Doesn't matter, cars apiece of crap anyways.
I drop her off at her apartment and I cant help but be puzzled as I drive home. I had nothing to do with it, why do I feel like its such a loss?
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Fast forward a month. Me and tyler where in a car crash with 2 of the monkeys, I cant find him. I wonder the halls sad and alone.
I end up standing in the garden lost in thought when I see her walking up to me.
I haven't talked to her since that day, I don't know why for some reason just thinking about her makes me depressed. "He's not here!" I snap before she can say anything.
"What?"
"He's not here! Tyler's not here anymore! He's gone away!" I bark. She looks at me, those big doe eyes so round and sad. I turn away and listen to her footsteps walk away.
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God.
Oh my god. I sit up and look around the hotel room.
I'm Tyler?! How is this possible?
Sunlight is streaming through the window. It was night when I was talking to him. What's happened since then?
What has he done with Marla?
Marla!
If I'm Tyler that means – than was my baby?!
I suddenly understand why I felt so upset, so angry.
I've got to get home. I might not have been much support to her but at least I can protect her from Tyler. It's the least I could do.
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Were standing here, still staring out the window long after the dust settles. Were safe up here. The silence hangs somberly between us until its broken by marla's wisperd:
"I didn't do it."
I know she didn't. Tyler blew up these buildings, why would she even feel she has to defend herself.
"I know." I smile at her. "You wouldn't have any idea how to make dynamite, would you?"
She looks at me with that perpetually present look of confusion. "What?" She shakes her head, "No, I mean I didn't go through with it."
Its my turn to be confused.
"I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like forever and kept looking through those old magazines and when I finally want back in to that room I freaked. I couldn't go through with it."
Oh. Oh! She means- "Your still-?" I can't believe it.
Marla nods. "I wanted to tell you but you where avoiding me."
I don't know what to say, and settle for the only thing that comes to mind. "Sorry."
"Your not mad?"
No, "hell no." I grab her , pulling her close for our first kiss.Well, let me refraise that, the first time ive kissed her as Jack.
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Its been five months and here we are. Marla smiles up at me and I grin down at her.
"She's beautiful babe." I reach out, patting the blond little head.
"Yea, look at that hair. Your side of the family?"
No. I shake my head; both my parents had brown hair.
As if she can tell were talking about her the little girl opens her eyes, blinking up at us. "Awww, look how blue they are!" Marla coos. "What should we name her?"
I don't have to think. "Tyler."