Work in Progress: Study of a Mad Golfer's Daughter

Inspired by Andrea Churchill's Work in Progress: Study of a Mad Golfer. Both the idea AND the title character belong to her. Although I don't own Bessie, I love the character, and I'm honored to come up with this story for her. UGH! Do I HAVE to go up to 100? I'm not sure if I can, or WILL do anything of the sort, I'll do my very best, and I promise that I will actually finish this, whether or not I write a 100 "chapters."

Although Andrea gave hers the highest rating, I'm only giving mine a T rating, and I'll do my best to make sure there's nothing "too mature" in here. If there is, PLEASE don't be afraid to tell me. And yes, I know this story takes place in Scotland, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna have ALL my Scottish characters speak with a Scottish dialect. Eh mean cuz writin' like tis is really annoyin' an 'gets on meh nerves. Maybe eh'll write like tis fer eh few characters, bu' NAE fer ev'ryone in te entire story! So PLEASE jus' use yer imaginations people!

And one more thing. I don't own anyone in the Killigan family: Allan, Will, Mary, or the wee babies. They all belong to Andrea. To be honest, I only came up with names for the babies. That's all. The Kim Possible characters aren't mine either, they belong to Disney and blah blah blah…so the other characters added here belong to me. So anyways, happy reading lads n' lassies!

Allan

A few months passed by slowly on the Killigan island, but absolutely nothing had changed within the castle walls. Duff still left Bessie home alone to go golfing (or so he always told her) for long hours—or even days—and returned with a different woman almost every night. Of course he tried doing this out of his daughter's sight. He had to hold it together for her after all. But Bessie always managed to catch her father without him knowing, and with each woman he brought home, she always hoped that one of them would actually live in the castle and be her mother. Unfortunately, none of them ever stayed for more than one night and were long gone by the time Bessie woke up the next morning. However, the wee lass refused to give up hope. She knew more than anything that there was a mother for her out there somewhere, and that it wouldn't be long until Duff found her and brought her home, where she'd forever stay with them and be a complete and happy family.

Bessie felt certain that happiness was in store for her, but little did she know that the exact opposite was headed her way when a knock was heard at the castle door. As usual, Seamus barked at the incoming intruder as Bessie answered the door, half-hoping that Duff had come home early. Instead, a tall scary man stood outside, staring down at her and ignoring the barking Scottie.

"Is Duff Killigan home?" he asked the lass.

Bessie paused for a moment to answer. "Umm…no, he's not. He's out golfing right now."

"Oh, is he?" The tall man knelt down to Bessie's height. "And are you Elspeth Cathella Killigan?"

"Who the heck is that? My name is BessieKilligan," she corrected.

"My apologies," the tall man chuckled lightly. "How old are you Bessie?"

"I am six years old, and I just graduated from kindergarten," she boasted with pride.

"Much congratulations to you lassie," the tall man smiled. "Say, do you remember your granpa Allan Killigan?"

"Allan Killigan?" Bessie echoed. She never really met her grandfather, but she did recall him visiting the castle a few times, often fighting and yelling at her father about things she didn't quite understand. "Aye, I remember him."

"Splendid!" the tall man smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile, or at least—Bessie didn't think it was a happy smile. "Because your granpa wants you to…take a visit to his home on the mainland."

"He does?" Bessie questioned.

"Oh aye. Told me so himself. He even asked me to drop you off at his place."

"Then how come he didn't come by to get me? Why did he send you?"

"Who needs te know?" he snapped unexpectedly, which scared Bessie a bit. "I mean…he didn't want to cause any problems with your pa."

"Oh…well you coulda just said that!"

"I know, and I'm sorry lassie," the tall man apologized. "I don't know what came over me. But anyways, what do you say? Are you up for paying your granpa a visit?"

"Huh…I don't know…my daddy probably wouldn't like that. He likes me to stay home when he's not here."

"Oh. Okay then. I understand…but would you change your mind for a wee treat?" The tall man pulled out a box of spark rocks from his pocket and dangled it above her face. "Do you like spark rocks?"

"I LOVE spark rocks!" Bessie exclaimed, her eyes following the tiny box above her head in a trance-like manner. "They're the best candy in the world!"

"Do you want it lassie?"

Bessie nodded her head up and down. "Uh huh."

"Well then—what if I told you that you can have this box of spark rocks—if you allow me to sail you to your granpa's?"

"Okay! You can take me! Just gimme the spark rocks!" Bessie demanded, jumping up and down to grab it.

"Very well child." The tall man dropped the box of candy at Bessie's feet and quickly shut the door once she dashed out to pick it up off the ground. "And now that you have your candy, let's be off." He took the wee lass by the hand and helped her into his boat docked on shore, then sailed off into the ocean, far away from the Killigan island.

Bessie didn't quite enjoy the boat ride to her grandfather's. She didn't feel very high and queenly like she did when riding on top of Charlie, and the breeze didn't feel quite as soothing either; actually, she felt sick! Perhaps wolfing down on spark rocks while sailing in a rocking boat wasn't a smart idea.

Bessie's stomach was able to settle once she and the tall man finally arrived at the mainland. "So where does Grandpa Allan live?" she asked him once they'd docked on shore.

"You'll know when we get there lassie," was all the tall man said as he carried her out of his boat.

"Does he bide in a giant castle like me and Daddy?"

"Aye, you could say that." He took Bessie by the hand once more and led her through the busy, huddled streets of Scotland. It was a long, aggravating walk, and Bessie felt squished with everyone bustling and hurrying in huge crowds. Her stomach certainly felt crushed the entire way. Now she really wished she hadn't eaten those spark rocks all at once.

"Are we almost there?" she whined.

"You'll know when we get there lassie," the tall man repeated, this time with a slight snarl in his throat.

"But I'm tired! And my tummy hurts!"

"Haud yer wheeshed, will ye?" he roared. "Ye can cooch doon an' rest when we get te yer granpa's, bu' we won't get there any faster wit' yer whinin' an' complainin', so wheesht yer geggy an' keep walkin'!"

The tall man's yelling startled Bessie, but instead of fighting back, she stayed silent like she was told and kept on walking beside him, biting her lip the whole way to keep herself from crying.

Bessie walked alongside the tall man in silence, but as they continued walking she saw that they were no longer in the crowded streets—but in a dark forest. Bessie's spine prickled with chills as she strolled through the woods. She'd never been anywhere so…so spooky in her whole life. No doubt that this forest had to be crawling with monsters and man-eating beasts just waiting to gobble her up…and she'd eaten spark rocks…which meant that she had to be extra tasty! She held onto the tall man's hand tightly for protection.

"A-Are we there yet?" she whimpered softly.

"Aye, we're here," the tall man responded, stopping in his place.

"We are?" Bessie looked up and beheld—not a castle, but a large mansion towering over her. This is where Granpa Allan lives? "I thought you said my granpa bides in a castle."

"I never said that lassie," the tall man replied, heading towards to the door. "but doesn't it look like a castle?"

Bessie shook her head. "Not like the one I bide in."

"Eh…you'll get used to it." His finger pushed on the doorbell and the door opened, with Bessie's burly and gruff grandfather standing on the other side.

"Aye?"

"I brought the lass over just like I said I would Mr. Killigan," the tall man said with a rather wicked expression.

Allan looked down at Bessie with a satisfied smile on his face. "Well done Mr. Stewart, now here's te pay eh promised ye." He opened his sporran and pulled out stacks of pounds. "An' meh son doesn't know abou' tis, does he?"

The tall man shook his head. "Nope. The lass was in the castle by herself."

Allan smiled even wider. "Meh lad, ye've done eh pure dullion job!" Both men shook hands and the tall man went on his way once Allan rewarded him the money.

"Who wus a' te door, Pa?" asked a voice.

Allan turned to face his son. "Only yer wee bonnie niece Bessie, Will."

Will walked towards Bessie and looked down at her with a smirk. "Oh, ye mean Duff's 'condom mistake'?"

Condom mistake? Bessie thought. What does that mean? It sure didn't sound nice.

Allan stifled a smile as much as he could, but he kept a serious and stern expression. "Now Will…there's nae need fer tha'. We need te make Bessie feel welcome since she'sgoin' te be bidin' wit' meh now."

"I am?" Bessie cried, taken by much surprise. "Wait, no I'm not! The tall man said that I was only visiting you, granpa. He gave me spark rocks so I could come here!"

"Di' he now?" Allan asked innocently. "He must've telt ye wrong Bessie, because he brought ye here te bide wit' meh, nae visit."

"But…I don't wanna bide in here. I wanna stay with my daddy at the castle."

"Eh realize tha' Bess, bu' yer pa's…nae eh good man; he cannae take care o' ye.

"My daddy is good!" Bessie protested. "And he can too take care of me!"

Allan looked as though he was about to blow his top, but instead took a deep breath and looked…"calm" again. "Ye don' understand lassie. He's become too much o' eh dangerous influence on ye, an' he leaves ye alone a' te castle too much—and fer far too long. Ye cannae 'ave tha'; ye need someone like meh te stay home an' look after ye."

"I'm never home alone. My doggie Seamus and sea monster Charlie are always there for me to play with."

Allan shook his head disapprovingly. "Animals don' count meh dear. Ye need eh person, most preferably eh ma a' te castle wit' ye…"

"But granpa, I don't have a ma…"

"Sure ye do lassie," Will chimed in. "Didn't yer pa ever tell ye abou' her?"

Bessie shook her head. "No, he didn't. I just thought I didn't have one."

Will rolled his eyes in annoyance. "O' course ye do, ye fud! Ev'ryone has eh ma, bu' we don' know much abou' her either."

"You don't, Uncle Will?"

"All we know is tha' yer pa met eh lass fae off te streets, an' one day she left ye—eh wee babe—on te doorstep fer him te look after by himself."

As Bessie heard this, her face began to shine with excitement. "So…so I really do have a ma, Uncle Will?" she asked. "What did she look like? Where is she now?"

"How should eh know?" Will snapped. "No one's met her bu' yer pa, an' eh honestly don' care te meet her fer mehself."

"Bu' Bess, since ye don' 'ave eh ma livin' a' te castle," Allan explained. "it's now meh job as yer grandfather te take care o' ye."

Too excited to pay attention to what either Will or Allan were saying, Bessie ran upstairs to a different room in the mansion by herself. "I do have a ma!" she squealed. Okay, so her mother left Bessie on the castle doorstep and was never seen again, but still! She had a mother all along! She looked in the mirror to take a good look at herself. Suppose her mother has wavy, coal black hair just like Bessie? Or do they share the same blue-green eyes that sparkle in the sunlight? Or perhaps they share the same light, ivory skin, with just some pink in the cheeks? Bessie still couldn't believe it—she really did have a ma out there! With all her heart, shehoped for the chance to meet her mother in person someday. She would give anything just to see her face.

"WHUT'RE YE DOIN'?" Bessie heard a cold hiss from behind that made her wee heart—and her stomach—burst right out. She quickly turned to find the one woman she feared the most…Uncle Will's wife Mary, stomping towards Bessie with her twin babies Brian and Belle held tightly in each arm. "Whut're ye doin' 'ere in yer granpa's mansion?" she demanded, her piercing, colder-than-ice hazel eyes glaring down at Bessie.

"I-I-I…" the lass stuttered, her heart pounding faster and harder by the second against her chest just by looking into her aunt's eyes.

"Eh-Eh-Eh…" Mary mocked. "Are ye daft or somethin'? Speak up now!"

"I-I bide in here now…" Bessie answered, her voice trembling. She could feel her stomach getting queasy again.

Mary's eyebrows immediately shot up in response. "Ye bide in here now?" Uh oh. Now she looked bloody furious. Bessie could definitely feel those spark rocks churning hard inside her stomach.

"Look lassie, eh don' really care tha' yer now bidin' in yer granpa's mansion, bu' eh have te put te twins doon fer their nap, so get ou' o' 'ere before eh give yer erse eh chibbin, ye hear meh?"

Bessie opened her mouth to respond, but spark rocks were all that spewed from her mouth and all over Mary's shoes.

"LOOK A' WHUT YE'VE DONE, YE FUD!" Mary shrieked. "THESE ARE MEH FAVORITE SHOES!"

Allan heard the screaming and ran up the stairs. "WHUT TE HELL IS GOIN' ON UP HERE?" he bellowed.

"Look! Look a' whut yer dobber o' eh granddaughter di' te meh shoes, Allan!"

"Whut di' she even do?"

Mary growled in frustration and slipped her mucky shoes off her feet and stomped out of the room. "Eh'll put te twins doon in eh different room!"

"Bessie, whut dye do?" Allan demanded.

"I uh…barfed on Aunt Mary's shoes…" Bessie confessed, her eyes lookin sorry.

"Ye mean ye made eh mess in meh house?" he barked in Bessie's face, scaring her to bits. "Eh've got eh rule in tis house, an' tha's te keep it spotless! If ye make eh mess, ye have te clean it up!"

"But…But I don't know how to clean up throw up…" she whimpered.

"Figure it out! Ye live in meh castle now, so yer gonna live by meh rules!"

"Uhh….granpa Allan…you live in a mansion, not a castle," Bessie corrected.

Allan gave his granddaughter an angry, dirty look. "Eh know where eh live! Jus'…go clean up yer mess!"

Without questioning, Bessie ran all over the spacious mansion to find ways to clean up her mess. She returned moments later with a wet towel, but Allan snatched it out of her hands.

"No! Nae tis towel, lassie! How daft are ye?"

"Why not this towel?" Bessie argued. "I think this towel can clean!"

"Tis is meh good towel! Ye don' use tis merely fer cleanin' up dirty messes!" He threw the towel at the wee lassie's face. "Try again!"

Bessie pulled the moist towel off her face and ran off to find something else, certainly something "invaluable," to clean up the vomit. So…this is where she'll be biding in now? So far it didn't seem like "home sweet home" to her, especially while living with Allan Killigan.

So how do you guys like this so far? Sorry it took a while to update, but I had to wait til I got my own laptop to actually write and save my work. I also apologize that it's not so long compared to the first chapter, but I had to get it up before Disney Pixar's Brave was released in theaters, which also takes place in Scotland. (I cannot WAIT to see that movie!) But I promise it won't take me so long to get chapter 3 up since I finally have my own laptop. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think!