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Post by Rory Fletcher on May 30, 2010 2:53:51 GMT -4
It had been a long day...or well for most people it would have been long days since most people tended to not work 72 hours...in a row. But Rory wasn't much people...besides it wasn't as if he had anything else to do. He had a sister who wouldn't speak to him and a fiance who had literally vanished into thin air. There was nothing to go home to but emptiness and so he had opted to stay at the hospital. It was rather easy to lose track of the hours while working in the ER but even for Rory the amount of trauma coming through the door began to take its toll and it was a few minutes past the 72 hour mark that the chief of staff literally dragged Rory out of the ER and sent him home with strict directions to not come back for at least 2 days.
He had helped people...seen people live...and he had failed...he had seen people die and just the same Rory found himself crammed into the dark blue VW bug on his way home feeling empty and as if he hadn't done a damn thing for the last 72 hours. He was just there...he always seemed to be there lately and just the same nowhere at all.
He really hated that.
By the time he got home it was inching toward 3:00 in the morning and needless to say the house was dark. Amelia and himself had found the house and rented it together. It was nothing special just a small 2 bedroom flat; he was pretty sure most New York City apartments were bigger but just the same it was there own place and it had been home.
Had been being the key word; now it was sort of a bad reminder of what he had nearly had...it had been so close.
Dumping the keys in the bowl by the door Rory shuffled down the hallway not bothering to turn on the lights and not bothering to change out of his blue scrubs. Instead he collapsed on to the couch his eyes staring up at the vacant ceiling before his eyes slipped shut his body shutting down completely after the days of hell Rory had pushed himself through.
He didn't sleep in the bed; it was still made from the morning Amelia had made it before she vanished the red ring box sat empty on her nightstand the ring where-ever Amelia was and scattered throughout the house were pictures...pictures reflecting the life Rory had wanted for so long and had barely had the chance to hold on to.
Curling on to his side Rory Fletcher slept deeply and just the same his eyes darted back and forth under his closed lids as his mind refused to shut down.
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Post by Andy Fletcher on May 30, 2010 7:34:17 GMT -4
Jail sucked.
There was really no other way to describe it. Sure, it wasn't supposed to be the ritz or anything, what with it being a punishment and all. But Christ on a stick did it suck. The food sucked, the beds sucked, the inmates sucked, the guards extra sucked... it was all just a big suckfest.
Andy would have left much earlier if she'd known it would be so easy. She'd actually practically waltzed out the front door with only a couple of fights and zero deaths. Quite a success actually. Eventually she'd deal with the consequences... no doubt she would be hunted for quite some time... she was a cop killer after all... but right now she had other things to worry about.
Rory was still in town.
Now, she had hoped that after constantly sending him away when he came to visit, that he would get the hint and leave town. Start somewhere new. She had hoped that the more recent times he had come to visit he'd been passing through. However, as she began her search for him, she quickly came to the realisation that he hadn't gone anywhere.
At first she'd been angry, he was supposed to go and get on with his life, not sit around where he would probably be closely monitored police. But after learning more about what he'd done over the past five years, her anger eventually turned to pride. Her brother was a nurse... not entirely surprise given his strong points, but still awesome. He was out helping people in the best way he could.
After a while, she finally found where he lived and now stood outside the door to his flat, wondering whether to knock or to just break in. Considering the fact that it was after three in the morning, Andy decided knocking would be rather useless and so quickly picked the lock and let herself inside.
It was a nice house, not overly fancy or anything... then again, compared to her cell it was a fucking palace. But it was homely and warm, and generally unlike any house she had ever been in before. She knew she looked out of place... she hadn't really had a chance to clean up after she'd escaped and she looked like absolute crap and she momentarily felt very self conscious. Until she was distracted by the numerous photos of Rory and a pretty red head scattered around the house.
She'd heard about her too, in her search for her twin. Amelia Pond was all through recent police reports. Vanished in to thin air. She couldn't imagine how much that must have hurt Rory... not only had he lost yet another person he cared very deeply for, but he had lost the normal life he had always strived for and deserved. She hoped for whatever took Amelia's sake that she was still alive... or things would get very messy.
She found Rory curled up asleep on the couch and a small, sad smile spread across he face as she knelt down in front of him and gently stroked the bridge of his nose.
"Wake up, little brother," she said softly. "Wake up."
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Post by Rory Fletcher on May 30, 2010 13:11:28 GMT -4
Rory hadn't slept...not truley slept since the night before Amelia had gone missing and even that was stretching it since before Amelia was gone his sister was gone and he had spent countless nights awake worrying about her. Now they were both gone and sleep was a distanct goal which never came about unless he ran himself down to the point of nearly being a corpse...and then only then was he able to get any sort of sleep. Luckily for Rory it was about that time where his body began to feel like a corpse thus allowing him some sembelance of sleep.
He still fought tooth and nail to see his sister; once a month he would go and they would turn him away. He was beginning to wonder fi the gaurds even bothered to tell her that he was there to see her or if they just had an agreement when her annoying brother came about to send him on his way. But then Amelia had gone missing and Rory had nearly killed himself trying to look for her. At the start the cops had done their best to figure out a way that Rory was behind her vanishing...he really didn't know what the hell they had against him but then it had gone from Rory must have done it to well perhaps she had simply just left Rory cause honestly...who would want to start a life with a cop killer...and the search progressed and ultimately went silent.
There were still posters of Amelia around town that Rory kept up with...he still mad the daily calls to the police station, the hospitals...and the morgue; and he always came up empty handed.
So now as he lay curled on the couch sleeping only because his body had long since run out of fuel he never heard her break into the house or make her way down the hall; hell he didn't even sense her when she knelt in front of him...all facts his parents where-ever they were would have been rather pissed about; but just the same Rory didn't notice.
His nose scrunched up slightly as the sensation of something rubbing against it traveled through his tired and dream shrouded mind.
What was she doing? It was rather late...they both had to go to work in the morning...
"Amelia...cut it out," Rory muttered in his sleep his hand gently brushing against hers.
"Wake up, little brother."
"Ams wha..."
"Wake up."
Rory's eyes snapped open and he stared at the face in front of him...the person in front of him as the clouds of his mind cleared the dream he had been held within and he found himself staring into the face of his sister!
.....Little brother?!
"ANDY?!" Rory's vocie loudly broke into the silence and darkness of the room his blue eyes wide and slightly panicked. He jerked up into a sitting position...which in turn caused him to tumble on to the floor since it was a couch after all and not designed for such activity.
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Post by Andy Fletcher on May 30, 2010 15:25:42 GMT -4
Andy felt incredibly sad as she heard Rory mutter about Amelia in his sleep, thinking it was her trying to wake him up. It wasn't fair that he had lost her. He had deserved his nice normal life with his pretty fiance. He didn't deserve to lose it... and he didn't deserve his crazy sister breaking into his house to make everything worse... and yet here she was. Funny old world, wasn't it?
"ANDY?!"
There we go.
Andy stood as Rory tried to sit up but ultimately just ended up falling on the floor, and tried not to laugh. The couch was really not conducive to either sleeping or sudden surprises.
"Hey, Rory!" she said as cheerfully as she could manage, all traces of the sadness she had felt before buried under layers of false happiness and sarcasm. "Did ya miss me?"
She began pacing the room, her eyes automatically darting about, looking for exits, weapons, dangers. Not that she needed to, of course, Rory's house wasn't about to be filled with traps. Though eventually the police would come looking for her here... she couldn't stay long.
"Getting a little rusty," she said casually, examining one of the pictures of Rory and Amelia briefly before turning back to him. "One would think that on the couch you'd notice things better... like people breaking into your house... your just lucky it's me of course."
She frowned then, glancing further into the house, aware that there had to be at least one bedroom in there. "Why are you on the couch in the first place?"
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Post by Rory Fletcher on May 31, 2010 0:59:32 GMT -4
Rory sat wide eyed up at Andy as she got to her feet; he could do nothing but stare up at her like an idiot.
"Hey, Rory!"
This wasn't happening; he had finally done it. Finally drove himself insane and now he was seeing his siter in his livingroom; his sister which was currently in jail serving a life sentence for killing a cop...who had been a werewolf. He was sitting here staring up at his sister; the same sister who had refused to see him for the last 5 years.
"Did ya miss me?"
His sister...who was acting as if she had simply bounced to the corner store to pick up a pizza!
"Andy..." Rory muttered as he rubbed the ever loving hell out of his eyes attempting to change the sight before him. Because in a reality this couldn't be happening; his sister was in jail had been for a long time now...she was not in his livingroom and she was not speaking with him. Even with her in jail she wasn;t speaking to him so really this entire scene was all wrong.
She...Andy was talking...talking and looking at a picture of Amelia and Rory and yet Rory had not the faintest idea what she was saying he was still on the floor staring up at her as she was the second coming of Christ.
"Why are you on the couch in the first place?"
Rory took the chance to look from Andy back over at the couch he had none to gracefully fallen off of and then he managed a glance down the hallway to where the bedroom was. He did have a bedroom that indeed had a bed but he couldn't bring himself to use it. The bed was still exactly how Amelia had left it; the hseets still smelled like her and Rory couldn't bring himself to stay in there any longer then he had to...it hurt too much.
"I like sleeping...wait...wait...wait!" Rory exclaimed whatever grasp of the situation he had snapping as he managed to pull himself back on to the edge of the couch and staring back at his sister as he ran a hand through his hair having no idea what the hell was going on.
This was what he got...this was what happened when you worked for 72 hours straight...you went crazy.
"You're in jail!"
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Post by Andy Fletcher on May 31, 2010 1:40:55 GMT -4
"Andy..."
Andy crossed her arms and watched Rory as he seemed to have trouble believing she was there. Which she supposed made sense. She was supposed to still be in jail... she wasn't ever supposed to be getting out of jail... so she could understand his confusion.
"I like sleeping...wait...wait...wait!"
"No one likes sleeping on the couch, Rors," she pointed out. Though in truth that couch looked so much better than what she'd slept on for the last five years.... but normal people didn't like the couch. It was sitting furniture not sleeping furniture.
"You're in jail!"
Andy feigned a look of surprise and looked around her before shaking her head. "No... no I'm in your living room. I was in jail but I got bored and left... and not even a hug for your long missing sister?"
She knew she was pushing it with that last bit... any minute now she knew Rory would point out the ridiculousness of that statement, considering her attitude over the past few years... but she couldn't really resist.
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Post by Rory Fletcher on May 31, 2010 2:14:37 GMT -4
Rory allowed for his hands to hold up his head; he could feel a migrane coming on...either that or his head was about to explode...either or.
This wasn't happening though; Andy was in jail. She had gone after the werewolf cop and she had gotten caught and there had been no way for Rory to help her...that was 5 years ago and she still had to be there for life...they had sentenced her to life...not 5 years.
"No one likes sleeping on the couch, Rors."
"I do..." Rory whispered. It was an easier answer instead of going into the fact that Amelia was missing and he couldn't bring himself to sleep in the bed...he wasn't going to have that conversation even if it was just with himself.
"No... no I'm in your living room. I was in jail but I got bored and left..."
Rory stared at Andy for several moments not even having an answer for his sister...or well the form of his sister that his mind had created...because we couldn't forget Rory Fletcher had offically lost his mind.
"You got bored and left...of course...of course you did..." Rory muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. This was madness; absolute madness. People did not just walk out of jail...people who had been given life sentences for killing werewolf cops did not just walk out of jail!
"...and not even a hug for your long missing sister?"
If it was at all possible Rory's eyes grew wider. He pulled himself from the couch and made his way across the room turning on the lights in the room...all the lights in the room as he stared back at his sister...his actual sister...it was easier when he thought he was crazy.
"Missing?..." Rory's voice was filled with a hint of un-expressed pain as his eyes burned back at his sister. He might have been crazy and he might not have been but either way he had tried to see his sister...tried for 5 years and had been turned away time and time again and that was something not even insanity could fix.
"You wouldn't see me...wouldn't talk to me...for 5 years Andy...5 YEARS!"
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Post by Andy Fletcher on May 31, 2010 2:25:32 GMT -4
"I do..."
For a moment Andy considered pressing her point, or asking why, but she decided not to. SHe wasn't sure if it was the tone of his voice, or the look on his face, but something told her now was not the time to get into that.
"You got bored and left...of course...of course you did..."
"Well... yeah," she said, flopping herself down onto one of the arm chairs. "Would you really expect me to do anything else? Jail sucks."
"Missing?... You wouldn't see me...wouldn't talk to me...for 5 years Andy...5 YEARS!"
Her automatic response to the pain in his voice was to try and comfort him, and she started pushing herself out of the chair to do so, but managed to stop herself in time. She had been acting like it didn't hurt her for so long, she wasn't sure how else to be.
"I'm talking to you now aren't I?" she said, not meeting his eye, suddenly very focused on her fingernails.
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Post by Rory Fletcher on May 31, 2010 3:12:04 GMT -4
"I'm talking to you now aren't I?"
There were no words...Rory literally had no words in response to his sister.
He had spent weekd...months...years...5 years trying to figure out what he had done wrong what he had done that had made her turn her back on him completely and he couldn't figure it out. he had obsessed over it constantly each and every time he had gone to see her and was sent away. He tried different things; different ways to word it, different day, different times; hell he ad even tried different excuses...bad excuses since he was a rather terrible liar but still he had tried everything and again it was like Andy had just gone for pizza.
Rory wasn't sure why exactly he was shaking but he felt as if his entire was shaking; it could have been exhaustion or stress or he really was on the edge of a nervous break down...hell it was probably all of the above with his luck; but this was too much.
"You're talking to me now..." Rory whispered his voice mixed with sadness and rage as he stared back unblinking at his sister.
5 years
"5 years Andy..." Rory whispered his voice cracking with grief.
"I tried to help...tried to talk to you, tried everything Andy and you pushed me away...just left me..."
Rory's breath was quickening his entire body trembling...and then he snapped.
"FIVE YEARS!"
Grabbing the lamp that had been bathing the living room with light off of the table Rory hurled it at the wall and the entire room crashed into darkness. Collapsing back against the wall Rory slumped to the floor a broken sob falling from his lips as he buried his head in his knees.
It was too much...all of it was too much.
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Post by Andy Fletcher on May 31, 2010 3:47:47 GMT -4
"You're talking to me now..."
"Yep," Andy mumbled, sinking slightly in her chair.
"5 years Andy...I tried to help...tried t alk to you, tried everything Andy and you pushed me away...just left me..."
Andy wasn't much liking the intense feeling of guilt that was overcoming her. She had managed to avoid that particular emotion for five years... and now here it was trying to eat her from the inside out. She should have known finding Rory would make her feel like this... she deserved it after all. He was right... she had just left him. Just like their parents had left them both.
"FIVE YEARS!"
The sound of something smashing made Andy jump to her feet in surprise, automatically ready to fight whatever threat there was. But there was no threat. Only Rory, who had thrown a lamp before slumping to the floor. Andy managed to hold her ground for a moment... until she heard his broken sob and then she couldn't stop herself from moving towards him and dropping to her knees beside him.
"I'm so sorry, Rory," she said quietly, unable to make the words louder... as a general rule, Andy didn't apologise for anything. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Well, this was effectively the worst apology in history.
"I was just trying to protect you."
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Post by Rory Fletcher on May 31, 2010 4:33:50 GMT -4
Rory had always tried to bottle up his emotions...it was a skill his father had demanded was needed to get through life successfully and it made for a good hunter. So naturally Rory had sucked at it and currently...in the dark, sitting on his livingroom floor he didn't rightly care if he sucked at it.
"I'm so sorry, Rory."
Rory did his best to silence his sobbing once Andy ebgan to talk but apprently that wasn't going to happen...he would have liked to blame exhaustion but in truth he knew that was the least of his worries. He had only ever loved 2 people in life...cared for 2 people more then he did his own life and for over a month he had been living in a world completely alone.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
Rory fell silent as he forced himself to look at his sister.
"I was just trying to protect you."
"I wanted to help..." Rory tried to explain his vocie sounding about as broken as he felt. But it didn't matter...well it did but not as much as it had because for whatever reason...however she had managed it Andy had found him and that was as good a place to start as any.
Without saying anything more Rory pulled his sister into an embrace. He had needed his sister for 5 years and she was back and that was as good a place to start as any.
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Post by Andy Fletcher on May 31, 2010 5:12:04 GMT -4
"I wanted to help..."
"I know..." she mumbled, wrapping her arms around him as he hugged her. It was strange to think she hadn't been hugged in over five years... but prison wasn't exactly a huggy place... unless you counted tackling... which Andy didn't.
She gripped her brother tighter, trying to contain just how much she'd missed him, and allowed her head to fall onto his shoulder. "But there was nothing you could do... except stay away and safe."
Andy didn't think Rory really understood just how badly the police had tried to arrest him for something. Which was of course ridiculous, pretty much everything illegal they had done had actually been Andy... but for some reason the authorities firmly believed Rory had done something extremely wrong.
"I'm sorry," she said again, this time managing to actually sound like she meant it. "I shouldn't have just left you like that... I should have explained."
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Post by Rory Fletcher on May 31, 2010 13:31:07 GMT -4
Rory didn't want to let go of his sister; truth be told he was half worried that if he di she would vanish and he would wake up having been a victim of his own exhausted mind.
"I know...But there was nothing you could do... except stay away and safe."
Rory could understand what his siter meant...and at the same time have not a bloody clue what she meant. But then again all things considered it really didn't matter, not currently anyways. He brushed his fingers through her hair lightly as she rested her head against his shoulder. This was rare; this moment that they were having. Life in the Fletcher family was not all hugs and such.
"I missed you," Rory whispered as he closed his eyes for a moment trying to process the fact that his sister was back. She had been in jail and now she was...
Oh shit!
"Oh God...what did you do?!" Rory asked in a sudden panicked as he pulled away from Andy his eyes darting around the once again dark livingroom half expecting cops to be swarming it at any moment or sirens to be flashing and wailing...anything really to prove that they were surronded...and equally screwed.
Grabbing his sister by the arm he pulled her up and out of the livingroom and directly back into the equally as dark bedroom. Pulling the walk-in closet door open he pushed Andy inside and slammed the door behind her. Rory stood there in the dark staring wide eye back at the closed closet door trying to figure out exactly how much trouble they were in.
"You escaped from jail?!" Rory exclaimed as he sat upon the carpet merely staring back at the closed door which blocked the view of hsi sister...they were going to be in so much trouble!
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Post by Andy Fletcher on Jun 1, 2010 14:56:40 GMT -4
"I missed you,"
"Yeah... me too," Andy said quietly. It was a bit of a stretch for her to actually say the words - showing her emotions wasn't exactly something she did well or was particularly comfortable with. But this was nice... sitting here with Rory... they hadn't had many moments like these before.
"Oh God...what did you do?!"
Aaaaaaaand now it was gone.
"What? Hey!" was all she managed to protest as Rory suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the bedroom. It would have been easy to get out of his grip, but since she hadn't seen him for five years she figured she'd let him have this one.
"You escaped from jail?!"
"Bit slow on the uptake, aren't you Rors?" she asked, a slight grin on her face. Not that he could see it, of course, having chucked her into the freaking closet.
"Yes, I escaped from jail... it's not like they were going to let me out on good behaviour," she pointed out. Two reasons for that. 1- cop killers didn't get a lot of opportunities in the justice system and 2- she was never good at good behaviour.
"Which I think means I can easily break out of your closet." She settled herself down on the ground, sitting cross legged and staring at the closed door on the other side of which was her brother. "Though this is way nicer than my cell."
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Post by Rory Fletcher on Jun 2, 2010 14:22:00 GMT -4
Rory was staring back at the closet as if it held all the answers he would need to make his way through life...or really anything anything then the thing that was standing between himself and sister. This was insane this was beyond insane this was something beyond Fletcher insane which was just.....a nightmare!
"Bit slow on the uptake, aren't you Rors?"
"This isn't funny Andy," Rory muttered in response as he ran his hands through his hair several times as if trying to shake some sense into himself.
They were screwed there was no way around it.
"Yes, I escaped from jail... it's not like they were going to let me out on good behaviour. Which I think means I can easily break out of your closet. Though this is way nicer than my cell."
"Don't break the closet," Rory scolded gently as he scooted over the carpet over to the door and pulled it open before scooting back to his place on the carpet his eyes staring wide eyed back at his sister. His sister who was meant to be in jail...but was now in his closet...this was apparently what happened when he worked 72 hours straight...the world lost its mind.
"You were in prison Andy...how did you get out?...Do I want to know? What did you do?...I can't...it's prison...things stay IN!" Rory was well aware that he was beginning to talk rather rapidly and making little sense but in his defense he was exhausted and his mind was going about a mile a minute...which wasn't good for anyone involved.
"DID YOU KILL ANYBODY?!" Rory asked his eyes growing wide in a sudden panic.
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