This story takes place during the 'two Todds' storyline. Irene has just shown up at Vicki's to shed some light on who is THE Todd. Meanwhile, Blair and Tea compare notes about the two men. My story is a bit different from what you saw on the episode... Trust me!
~*Llanfair*~
"Will you go with me to Vicki's cabin for the weekend so we could talk?" Todd suggested.
Marty looked at him, apprehension shining in her eyes. "Why Vicki's cabin?" she asked.
"We need some time alone together to talk things through, just the two of us, without Victor showing up to interrupt us," Todd explained. "Just give me a chance to talk to you, Marty. I know there's a lot we both gotta say..."
Marty nodded because it was true; they did have a great deal they needed to discuss. "Alright, Todd, we'll go up to Vicki's cabin...' Marty agreed. "...But only because we need to talk."
"Right... to talk," Todd said quickly, hoping she wasn't thinking even remotely he wanted her to go with him to Vicki's cabin for a wild sexual romp. As exciting as that sounded, Todd knew they were no where near ready for all a sexual relationship would entail.
"I'll go upstairs and pack some of my things, and you can go into the kitchen and gather up some food and other supplies," Marty suggested.
"Alright," Todd replied, watching her walk away toward the staircase. He slowly expelled the breath from his lungs, so relieved Marty had agreed to a weekend alone with him.
*Finally we'll get a chance to hash everything out and hopefully come to a conclusion as to what we'd like for the future,* Todd was thinking was he went into the kitchen to pack a few items for their stay at the cabin. Soon he had a couple of boxes of food and other necessities packed and ready to carry out to the car. He was just about to carry the boxes outside when Marty came downstairs carrying a duffelbag.
"Ready to go?" he asked her.
"Yes," Marty answered. "Are you sure you have plenty of food and everything we need for the weekend?"
"Are you kidding? You know me..." remarked Todd. "I can't survive without food."
His honest answer made Marty laugh. "Yes, you always did have an insatiable appetite."
Giving her a look, he couldn't help but think of his other 'appetites,' the ones that had been ignored for a very long time. *We aren't going to the cabin for sex,* he kept reminding himself, trying once again to convince himself that they were going to Vicki's cabin for one reason alone - to talk.
Todd hoisted the two large boxes up into his arms and began carrying them outside to the car. Marty joined him, carrying her duffel bag. They placed the items in the trunk of the car, almost ready to leave for their little trip. "I'll go back in and pack a few of my things, and you can grab the keys to Vicki's cabin," Todd said to Marty.
Gazing into his eyes, Marty was actually feeling excited about their time alone together. Just her and Todd in Vicki's cabin for an entire weekend. She should be scared out of her mind, but she really wasn't. She instinctively knew Todd wouldn't hurt her. Surprisingly, she trusted him.
"Okay, meet you back here at the car in ten minutes," Marty agreed before she and Todd went back into the house to grab the rest of their items for the trip.
Two figures lurked behind the hedges next to the car port. Their conversation had been overheard. A few minutes later Todd and Marty had emerged from Llanfair. Marty locked the door while Todd carried his own duffelbag over to the car. He closed the trunk and then they climbed into the car. As soon as they pulled out of the driveway, the two figures behind the hedges got into a Mercedez, following the vehicle Todd was driving at a distance.
"Where is Scar-Face taking Marty?" asked Jack.
"Looks like they are going to Llantano Mountain. No doubt for a little romantic rendevous," Victor said with disgust as he saw Todd's vehicle turn onto the gravel road leading up to the mountain.
"Well, aren't we going after them?" Jack demanded.
Victor just shook his head. "I'm taking you home. You don't need to get mixed up in this. Your mother would have my head on a platter."
Despite Jack's protests, Victor drove his nephew back to LaBoulie. "This sucks, Dad. I wanted to help you get your revenge on Scar-Face," Jack complained.
"I'll take care of everything, Jack. Go home," Victor urged.
"Be careful, Dad," Jack warned before getting out of the car. He was disappointed because more than anything, he wanted to make Todd Manning suffer. Grumbling to himself, he walked into LaBoulie.
Victor sped away, heading toward Llantano Mountain. He had one thing on his mind : REVENGE. Todd was going to be punished severely for taking Marty from him. Victor planned to reclaim what was rightfully his.
~*LaBoulie*~
When Jack stepped into the house, he strode into the living room, finding his mom and Tea sitting there with countless baby clothes and infant items all around them. No doubt they had just gone shopping, picking up a nursery-full of items for the baby Tea was carrying. Jack looked at all the cutsie baby gadgets, totally disgusted. "Would you look at this?" Tea said happily, holding up an adorable little onesie that said, 'Don't you wish your mommy was hot like mine?'
"Well, you ARE exceptionally hot, Tea," Blair said with a smirk.
"What the fuck?" Jack grumbled as he looked at the onesie and heard his mother's brazen words.
Blair and Tea looked up, seeing Jack standing there, scowling at them. "I hate you and your stupid baby!" Jack spouted off.
"Jack Manning! You take that back!" Blair yelled, seeing all the color drain from Tea's beautiful face.
"I'm not taking it back. I mean it!" Jack sneered. "I want to move the fuck out of this house and get the hell away from you, Mom, and your lesbian lover! I'm moving in with my dad."
"No, you're not, Jack!" Blair cried out as she jumped up and confronted her son. "Your father and I will not allow it!" There was no way in hell that she was letting Jack move in with Victor. She was convinced that Victor was the reason her son was already so full of hate and anger.
Tea stood up as well, sweeping all the baby items back into a huge shopping bag. Tearfully, she left the room, giving Blair privacy to have it out with her son. As she headed up the staircase, she couldn't help but overhear the remainder of the conversation. Blair and Jack were screaming at each other.
"Scar-Face is not my father, Victor is!" yelled Jack. "I hate Scar-Face, and I hate that you are shacking up with another woman! Especially since that other woman is my dad's wife and pregnant with his baby!"
Slamming her bedroom door shut behind her, Tea's sobs drowned out the rest of the conversation. Quickly she began packing her bags, throwing everything hurriedly into her suitcases. Once she had her personal items packed away, she went across the hallway into Dani's room, loading all of her daughter's clothing into several duffelbags. "Mom, what are you doing?" Dani asked when she stepped into the room and saw her mom hurriedly packing.
"We are moving out, mi hija. Get your things together."
"What? We're moving out? Why?" Dani asked, freaking out.
"I'll explain everything later. Hurry, Daniela," Tea said urgently to her daughter.
Dani had no idea what was going on, but she knew her mom was terribly upset. She hugged her mother and kissed her cheek. Sobbing softly, Tea hugged her daughter tight. "I love you, mi hija," spoke Tea.
~*Vicki's Cabin*~
Todd and Marty arrived at Vicki's cabin and began carrying their supplies inside. "This place brings back memories...of my return from the dead after Ireland and you showing up at the door," Todd remarked.
Marty smiled, those memories coming back to her as well. "Ahhh yes, those were really FUN times," she joked with him.
"It wasn't my fault that I took a shot for your Irish Romeo," Todd grumbled while carrying the boxes inside. He set the boxes down on the counter in the kitchen as Marty brought in the duffel bags.
Marty looked at him in annoyance. "No one twisted your arm and MADE you come to Ireland," she interjected.
"I had to come to Ireland, Marty. I had to PROVE myself to you."
Marty stopped in her tracks. "Why?"
"Because I wanted you to know that I am not just a monster. I wanted you to know I'd do anything for you... that I'm sorry for hurting you..."
"I already knew that, Todd, BEFORE Ireland. I knew that, and I had forgiven you."
"Well, why the hell didn't you tell me then before I got shot in the back?" Todd exclaimed.
"You got shot before I had a chance to tell you," Marty answered. "Then when you returned, things were crazy. You were with Blair, and I was with Patrick, and you had this crazy obsession with making Patrick pay!"
"Because he had you! He had everything I wanted!"
"What the hell, Todd? You were with Blair. Was I just supposed to just sit around and become some sort of a freakin nun?" Marty cried out.
"No!" Todd yelled. "But you could have told me how you felt. You could have told me you still had feelings for me!"
She looked at him with furious dark-blue eyes. "Well, excuse me for feeling apprehensive! A relationship with you scared the holy hell out of me! The one and only time we made love turned you into a stark-raving RAPING monster!" Marty flung at him. "Forgive me for not wanting to go there with you again!"
"Goddammit, Marty," Todd hissed. "If that's the way you feel, why the hell did you even come up here with me to the cabin today?"
Marty let the heated breath rush from her lungs. "Because I know in my heart that you will never hurt me again," Marty finally responded. "It took me a very long time to come to the realization that you are the one for me, and I'm not going to be happy unless we at least TRY to work things out."
"Do you mean it?" Todd asked, standing in place, frozen.
"I mean it, Todd. I am tired of fighting it. It's always been you," she said softly.
"What are we going to do about it?"
"That depends how you feel and what you want," Marty responded. "What do you want, Todd?"
"I want you... I've always wanted you."
Somehow she knew that would be his response. Gazing into those amazing hazel eyes of his, Marty had a sudden surge of courage. She slowly crossed the floor to stand next to him until she was less than a foot away. "Show me how much you want me, Todd," she challenged.
Todd hesitated, looking almost fearful. He wanted to touch her so badly and kiss her, but the thought of physical contact left him frightened. Seeing his apprehension, Marty made the first move. Lightly her lips brushed against his. Groaning, Todd tangled his fingers into her hair, holding her to him and kissing her with all the pent-up passion he had been restraining for nearly two decades. Her mouth tasted so sweet as he kissed her with a blend of desire and tenderness.
After the kiss had ended, Todd searched her eyes. "Marty, I need-," he started, but Marty didn't let him finish. She pulled him down for another kiss, this one more blazing than the one before. Todd instantly went up in flames because this was Marty, the woman he had loved for so long, and he was ecstatic that she wanted him, too. It had been eight long years since Todd had been with a woman, and he was rather ravenous.
He tried to warn her, but she was enthusiatically kissing him as though she could not get enough. Then he stiffened, feeling her small hands sliding into his shirt, caressing his chest. Her touch and her kiss were driving him wild. If he didn't get control soon, he'd-.
It was too late. One of her hands had migrated lower, finding his steely erection. Todd moaned into the kiss feeling her wrap her hand around his throbbing flesh. "Marty, I don't know-," he protested as soon as he broke his mouth away from hers.
"Todd, I want this. Please, give me what I want."
Hearing those words, all the hesitation fled from Todd. What she wanted was exactly what he wanted, too. Lifting her in his arms, he began carrying her off toward the bedroom.
They ended up on the bed, hungrily kissing. After a moment, Marty pulled away to stare into Todd's eyes. "What are we doing?" Marty breathed.
"I dunno," Todd answered. "But I don't think we are going to be happy until we give into this."
"I want you so much," Marty admitted.
Caressing her cheek, Todd gazed into her beautiful dark-blue eyes. "I love you, Marty Saybrooke," he whispered. "I've always loved you, and I'm so sorry I hurt you. Every day I have hated myself for it, and I promise I will NEVER hurt you again."
"I believe you, Todd," she spoke as she reached for him, pulling him down next to her on the bed.
"No more talk," she coaxed, pressing a finger gently against his lips. "Will you make love to me now?"
*We were supposed to come up to the cabin to talk,* Todd was thinking as he lowered his lips once again to Marty's. *Ohhh well, enough talk. Right now, I prefer... other things...*
Todd and Marty weren't aware that they weren't alone at the cabin. Victor stood watching them at the window. As he saw them begin making love, he was furious. *Todd, you're going to regret that!* Victor thought. *My revenge will be sweet when I take away the one thing you desire above anything else. MARTY WILL BE MINE!*