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Title: Stationary
Disclaimer: I don't own them, duh!
Summary: missmara's Pic Challenge #1 - Two people, waiting in a police station. Pre-series.
She sat facing forward, feet on the floor and together, almost prim in her black suit. She was studiously ignoring the shy looks from the blond beside her. She was in a police station, for God’s sake. This wasn’t Ferris Bueller; she wasn’t going to strike up a conversation with a felon in training.
She was going to kill Sandy when she got home. Getting arrested at a protest march was fine in the Seventies, fine when they were in college, but Seth was only 15. He might not even get to college with this sort of thing on his record. What had Sandy been thinking, taking Seth to the protest? For that matter, why was Sandy there? He was a grown man, working within the system now. What had happened to put him back on the streets carrying a placard and shouting at cops? What had she missed?
“Are you okay?”
Kirsten’s head jerked up from where she’d let it fall against the wall. She’d almost forgotten her neighbour until he spoke. His words were soft, tentative, like he wasn’t used to speaking but just couldn’t resist. His voice and concern were appealing, and she couldn’t help but smile at him in thanks.
“I’m fine, thank you.” Her eyes darted down to his wrists – no handcuffs. Maybe he was here to pick someone up as well.
“You sighed.”
“I did? I didn’t even realize. I’m just frustrated with my husband and tired of waiting.”
“You’re here for your husband? Are you sure you are okay?” His eyes were blue, like hers. Sandy always said he could read her every emotion in her eyes, and she could understand what he meant now. Confusion, worry, hesitation, shyness, they all were easily recognizable in the bright blue eyes looking back at her.
It took her a minute to realize why he was so worried for her, but once she understood, she rushed to reassure him. “ Sorry, it’s nothing like that. He thinks he’s an activist. He was at a rally and got himself arrested, which is bad enough. But he also took our son with him. My husband got my child arrested.” She let her head fall back against the wall. “My father will never let this one go.”
Ryan was really confused now. “What does your father have to do with anything?”
“Dad… he’s a hard man. He’s in real estate development and doesn’t exactly appreciate Sandy’ s visionary tendencies. Or bad publicity. Or me having to leave work to pick up my husband and son in prison.”
“They aren’t exactly in prison, though. I mean, you get to take them home tonight.”
“I’m afraid my father won’t see it that way,” she said. She smiled gently though, touched by his attempt at comfort. “If nothing else, Seth will find it exciting. He’ll be talking about it for weeks.”
As if on cue, a boy appeared in front of them. “Mom, you will not believe what we did today! I mean, you know what we did, but you weren’t there so you don’t know, you know?”
Ryan melted against his chair and tried to fade into the background as an older version of the dark-haired boy walked up to greet the blonde woman. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I know you don’t need this kind of stress right now, but this was an opportunity I couldn’t let Seth miss out on.”
“Ry!” The voices faded out as he jumped to his feet and hurried over to his brother’s side. Trey was glaring – getting picked up by the cops always put him in a crap-ass mood. “I’m done, let’s get gone.”
She looked up just as he looked back. One last smile to say thanks for the company, and they were both sucked back into their own family dramas.
Title: Stationary
Disclaimer: I don't own them, duh!
Summary: missmara's Pic Challenge #1 - Two people, waiting in a police station. Pre-series.
She sat facing forward, feet on the floor and together, almost prim in her black suit. She was studiously ignoring the shy looks from the blond beside her. She was in a police station, for God’s sake. This wasn’t Ferris Bueller; she wasn’t going to strike up a conversation with a felon in training.
She was going to kill Sandy when she got home. Getting arrested at a protest march was fine in the Seventies, fine when they were in college, but Seth was only 15. He might not even get to college with this sort of thing on his record. What had Sandy been thinking, taking Seth to the protest? For that matter, why was Sandy there? He was a grown man, working within the system now. What had happened to put him back on the streets carrying a placard and shouting at cops? What had she missed?
“Are you okay?”
Kirsten’s head jerked up from where she’d let it fall against the wall. She’d almost forgotten her neighbour until he spoke. His words were soft, tentative, like he wasn’t used to speaking but just couldn’t resist. His voice and concern were appealing, and she couldn’t help but smile at him in thanks.
“I’m fine, thank you.” Her eyes darted down to his wrists – no handcuffs. Maybe he was here to pick someone up as well.
“You sighed.”
“I did? I didn’t even realize. I’m just frustrated with my husband and tired of waiting.”
“You’re here for your husband? Are you sure you are okay?” His eyes were blue, like hers. Sandy always said he could read her every emotion in her eyes, and she could understand what he meant now. Confusion, worry, hesitation, shyness, they all were easily recognizable in the bright blue eyes looking back at her.
It took her a minute to realize why he was so worried for her, but once she understood, she rushed to reassure him. “ Sorry, it’s nothing like that. He thinks he’s an activist. He was at a rally and got himself arrested, which is bad enough. But he also took our son with him. My husband got my child arrested.” She let her head fall back against the wall. “My father will never let this one go.”
Ryan was really confused now. “What does your father have to do with anything?”
“Dad… he’s a hard man. He’s in real estate development and doesn’t exactly appreciate Sandy’ s visionary tendencies. Or bad publicity. Or me having to leave work to pick up my husband and son in prison.”
“They aren’t exactly in prison, though. I mean, you get to take them home tonight.”
“I’m afraid my father won’t see it that way,” she said. She smiled gently though, touched by his attempt at comfort. “If nothing else, Seth will find it exciting. He’ll be talking about it for weeks.”
As if on cue, a boy appeared in front of them. “Mom, you will not believe what we did today! I mean, you know what we did, but you weren’t there so you don’t know, you know?”
Ryan melted against his chair and tried to fade into the background as an older version of the dark-haired boy walked up to greet the blonde woman. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I know you don’t need this kind of stress right now, but this was an opportunity I couldn’t let Seth miss out on.”
“Ry!” The voices faded out as he jumped to his feet and hurried over to his brother’s side. Trey was glaring – getting picked up by the cops always put him in a crap-ass mood. “I’m done, let’s get gone.”
She looked up just as he looked back. One last smile to say thanks for the company, and they were both sucked back into their own family dramas.
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Date: 2007-03-28 07:00 am (UTC)I'll see you around!