Okay, I haven't written in (forever) a while. I'm really sorry, but I think I'll have a bit of time this summer between my summer work and summer fun. Over the past year a lot has been going on such as a move to a completely new state and then my new school was a lot more work than anticipated. I think you'll all be interested to hear, however, that I have made a new character and this is her test drive FanFic. Tell me what you think of her through the chapters. I'm stepping away from Jules for a while (though I think I may go back to her later) and focusing on the new girl. So, thanks for slogging through my long intro, and I hope you like the new fic. Also, this is set in season five, just before episode five, "Fallen Idols." Thanks and Enjoy.
Oona's PoV – 2009
I paced around the small interrogation room, waiting for the news on my mom. I knew she was gone, but I just couldn't accept it. We had done everything together since I was very young, even with her struggling as a single mom, I couldn't think of life without her. I tried to hold back my tears, and kicked the chair in front of me, sinking down to the floor. I'm eleven , and I'm on the floor crying like a baby. My shoulder length, dirty blonde hair was messy, my blue silk star pajamas were singed, my green eyes were swollen and red, and my usually dark skin was pale from nausea. I was crying so hard I felt like I would throw up.
The door clanged open and I stood, startled at the sudden loud sound. The officer that responded to my frantic call walked in and shook his head, confirming my worst fears. I wasn't afraid to break down in front of him, and I had thought that I would, but I just stood shell shocked. I couldn't move or respond to him. He walked over to me, and I finally saw what his name was. Officer J. Everheart escorted me out to where a few other officers were going over my story and discussing where to put me. Since I was technically a minor, still, I had to either be put in a foster home, or an orphanage. My father had never been around, but my mother said he was a good man that left for a reason. They all spoke like I wasn't there, considering options for where to put me. I finally spoke up.
I announced, "I have a father. Give me ten minutes and my phone and I could probably find him."
Their voices all quieted except for one. "What if he doesn't want you? He might not even know your name and you want to contact him?"
I nodded, and the other officers began to discuss, and even a few people who weren't officers joined. They were probably a legal team, based on their suits. I'd been in the stupid place for almost 12 hours and I still knew nothing. They all made noises of protest, nodded, or even shouted at each other before finally reaching an agreement.
Officer Everheart sighed as he responded, "If he agrees to take you, we'll give him a chance. He legally has the rights to you, so we cannot deny you or him an opportunity to be in a living situation together. Do you know his name?"
The room felt tense as I shook my head. My mom only had a phone number written down, and she wasn't even sure that he still had that phone. My mother didn't talk about him much, and when she did we played the pronoun game. She didn't say his name in front of me, and when she talked about him to other people, she did it in low whispers to ensure that I didn't hear. Once she sent me to my room for several hours because she "had an old friend over." I could hear a loud man's voice from downstairs quite a bit over the next few days.
Officer Everheart handed me a phone as I quickly took out a piece of paper my mom gave be the day before she died. I dialed the phone number into the ancient phone and waited as it rang. My heart was pounding as it rang once, twice. I then finally heard the click that meant whoever owned the phone picked up. My palms sweated and I could hear my heartbeat. Please let it be him.
"Hello? How did you get this number?" A gruff man's voice rang over the phone. He sounded frustrated and confused.
I felt my mouth dry out as I replied, "Hi, my name is Oona Robinson. Do you know a woman named Cassie Robinson?"
On the other end the phone was filled with whispers between the man on the phone and another man. I bounced on the balls of my feet as I waited.