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@rebeccaxmerlyn
Stacy sighed and ran a hand through her hair. ❝ DAMMIT. I should’ve known he’d bother you. I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner to fend him off. Please just…ignore him if he comes again, okay? He’s an ass and he’s always been that way. ❞
“Oh, he seemed kind enough. Was just asking some strange questions. I don’t know what they had to do with my accident. Seemed really interested in my genetics. I don’t know ...”
❝ Sorry, right. I’m Trish…Walker. Your daughter’s a friend of mine. Are you…are you OKAY? ❞
“Oh, I .. I see. You’ll have to forgive me. I haven’t been able to catch up with Arianna ... Ari’s life yet. I, umm, yeah ... why shouldn’t I be okay?”
You know you're not the first sister Jo's ever had. You should ask her about Leanne.
“Jo? Was Leanne your sister? What happened to her?”
@detdanville
❝ Oh god, Rebecca, please. It’s hardly your fault. It just…brought on some unexpected MEMORIES, that’s all. Leanne was… ❞ Jo laughed lightly and offered a slight shake of her head. ❝ God she was…CRAZY…in the best way possible. Always kept us all on our toes. She just…loved life so completely. I always…wished I could be more like her, let go like that. She was the type of person that…just made everything brighter. ❞
“She sounds like she was a great person especially to be around. I’m sure you’re more like her than you think. We tend to pick up traits from those we love. I’m so sorry you lost her.”
There is a slightly timid knock on the door and stood next to it is Becca with her arms wrapped around herself. Her cheeks are tear strewn and she's chewing her lips nervously. "I .. I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."
Ellie’s at a friend’s for the night and Jo’s very much been looking forward to curling up on the couch with some cocoa and bad tv, so when she hears the knock at the door, she’s somewhat surprised. When she sees who’s there and the state she’s in though, Jo instantly opens the door and ushers Rebecca inside. “Hey, you don’t have to apologize, you never have to apologize. What happened?”
❝ Oh god, Becca the things you must have gone through, ❞ Jo breathed, pulling her sister closer and running her fingers through her hair. ❝ I get it, sweetheart, believe me, I do. Hell I don’t even want Ellie talking to boys. I can hardly imagine what you’re feeling, but trying to stop her…it’s just going to make her resent you, and as hard as it is to imagine something happening, having to live without her would be even worse. ❞
She let herself almost fall into her sister’s arms. Talking about her past had sucked the energy out of her and she was suddenly very tired. “I’ve had to live without her for most of her life. I already know what that would be like. At least she would be alive.”
Debra receives a phone call from the hospital - Becca has been in a car accident and is a private room there. She's stable but broke her leg and one wrist. Multiple cuts and bruises and the car is a write off.
Debra rushes into the hospital room and makes a beeline for Becca’s side. Leaning down, she instantly presses kisses to the other woman’s face, being as gentle but as thorough as possible. “My god,” she breathed, “don’t you ever do that to me again, understand?”
“That’s okay. I still haven’t…did anyone ever tell you? About my accident? It happened…years ago and I still can barely stand to drive anymore. ”
Becca looked up with worry. “No, you haven’t. The Russians .. They told me something had happened to you ... didn’t say what though ... They must have been keeping tabs on you or something. You had a car accident?”
A seventeen year old Becca, who has obviously been crying, is outside the front door of Debra's house and is knocking frantically on it - ready to burst into tears again when she sees Debra whilst hoping her friend will talk to her.
Debra’s eyes go wide and she instantly steps forward to pull Rebecca into a hug. “Becs? Becs, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“That’s okay. I don’t think I’d know either. Just…take it easy, okay? Do you want…if you want to stay with me for awhile…my parents love you, so I really doubt it’d be a problem.”
She nods fervently into Debra’s shoulder.
“Please. God, Debs. I’m gonna have to tell mom and dad. They’ll kill me.”
When Debra opens the door, she's got a small child balanced on her hip. She's fourteen and about eight shades of tired. "Thanks for coming, Becs. I would've met you at your house, but as you can see, I'm stuck child wrangling."
With a bright smile, Becca held her arms out to see if Hannah would come to her and give Debra a bit of a rest. Walking through the door, Becca absentmindedly reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind Debra’s ear.
“Sure, I don’t mind coming over here. Especially when I get to see this little cutie,” she said, cooing over Hannah.
Debra's really tired and snuggling into Rebecca on the couch in her half asleep state. "Love you, Becca."
Kissing the top of her head, Becca pulls a blanket over the other and pulls her into a more comfortable position in case she falls asleep.
“I love you too, Debs. With all my heart.”
Debra's having another nightmare and it's causing her to whimper in her sleep.
The whimpers wake Becca up and she rolled onto her side to look at her lover. Reaching out, she stroked Debra’s face and then arm with the lightest of touches as she called out.
“Debs? You’re safe, Debs. I’m here. It’s just you and me. It’s just a dream.”
fightmyownbattles:
@rebeccaxmerlyn
❝ Oh my god! You’re Ari’s Mom, aren’t you ? ❞
“I .. umm ... Ari? Yeah, I have a daughter called Ari. Who are you?”
There is a slightly timid knock on the door and stood next to it is Becca with her arms wrapped around herself. Her cheeks are tear strewn and she's chewing her lips nervously. "I .. I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."
Ellie’s at a friend’s for the night and Jo’s very much been looking forward to curling up on the couch with some cocoa and bad tv, so when she hears the knock at the door, she’s somewhat surprised. When she sees who’s there and the state she’s in though, Jo instantly opens the door and ushers Rebecca inside. “Hey, you don’t have to apologize, you never have to apologize. What happened?”
detdanville:
Jo was quiet as she listened to Rebecca speak. When she was finished, she reached over and took her sister’s hand. ❝ Can I just say… I think what you did was incredibly brave. God knows working for either of those agencies wouldn’t be easy. I spent enough time around CIA agents to know. But you did your job, Rebecca, you provided Arianna with an opportunity to reach an age where she could defend herself. I’m not saying just…let her do every stupid thing that crosses her path, but she’s an adult now, and she reached this age because her mother loved her and protected her. You should be proud of that. ❞
Becca was very surprised by Jo’s reaction but it only fuelled her decision to finish the summary of her past. “There’s more,” she murmured quietly without acknowledging Jo’s comment of her bravery or letting Arianna make her own mistakes. “They were mostly asking me to do small things. Observations. The occasional file. That I could do. But then they started stepping up their expectations. They wanted me to kill someone and I said no. That’s when they took Debra and Jason in Russia and tortured them for several months. Wanted to show me what they could do. They let them go and I still said no. This is where my pretend death comes in. They took me and made it look like they’d killed me. Everyone here grieved me and moved on while I was stuck where no one would ever find me. They tortured me and kept me prisoner for committing treason. I was there for thirty years. After the KGB dissolved I was freed and sent back here. I spent thirty years enduring levels of pain I never thought existed, spending most of my time in isolation and being told I got everyone I loved killed. I can’t let her do what she’s doing. I can’t.”
Debra receives a phone call from the hospital - Becca has been in a car accident and is a private room there. She's stable but broke her leg and one wrist. Multiple cuts and bruises and the car is a write off.
Debra rushes into the hospital room and makes a beeline for Becca’s side. Leaning down, she instantly presses kisses to the other woman’s face, being as gentle but as thorough as possible. “My god,” she breathed, “don’t you ever do that to me again, understand?”
debracarter:
Debra snapped back into reality when she heard the tears in Rebecca’s voice. “Oh Becs,” she breathed, pulling her into her arms and gently rubbing circles on her back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I just…there are things I have to tell you…things that made…you just scared me is all. I thought…I thought I’d lost you again and that…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, understand? I’m not mad at you. I was just…terrified.”
Leaning into Debra’s embrace, Becca tried desperately to slow her breathing and stop her sobbing so to keep the pressure off of her bruised ribs. She stayed clinging to the other until she’d calmed down a little. “I got scared too. I really tried to keep the car on the road. I don’t think I’m going to be driving again for a while.”
archangelae:
❝ i apologize. i know it…freaks most people out. i just…can’t really help it. ❞
“In the end, it doesn’t matter what you see. It won’t change whether a person wants to talk to you or not. Why are you so interested in me anyway?”
A seventeen year old Becca, who has obviously been crying, is outside the front door of Debra's house and is knocking frantically on it - ready to burst into tears again when she sees Debra whilst hoping her friend will talk to her.
Debra’s eyes go wide and she instantly steps forward to pull Rebecca into a hug. “Becs? Becs, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
debracarter:
rebeccaxmerlyn:
If there is any tension or physical reaction from Debra, Becca doesn’t notice. Nodding shakily, she can barely make words out through her tears. “Y … Yes. I … I don’t … what do I do?”
Debra lets out a shaky breath and holds her best friend that much tighter. “Whatever you want, Becs. I’m here for you, no matter what. You’re not in this alone.”
Finding someone who isn’t about to judge or denigrate her for the position she is now in is a relief for Becca. Even though Debra had been her best bet for a friend for this situation, she still had niggling doubts about how Debra would take it. The relief caused her to go almost limp in her best friend’s arms as she cried some more.
“I don’t know what I want.”
You know you're not the first sister Jo's ever had. You should ask her about Leanne.
“Jo? Was Leanne your sister? What happened to her?”
@detdanville
detdanville:
“I… there’s a reason your accident scared me so much, Rebecca. She…it was a drunk driver…I was in Virginia… she passed before I even left my driveway.”
She’s instantly moving over to hug her sister. “Oh, Jo. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry if it’s brought it all up again. I’m okay, I promise.” Gives her a squeeze as she thinks about Jo having a sister that wasn’t her. “What .. What was she like?”
isavedyourlife:
Stacy stepped further into the room, adjusting her position so Becca didn’t have to move as much. ❝ Yeah. It’s…well it’s complicated. How are they treating you? Anyone bothering you? ❞
Becca seemed a little sluggish but she still answered, albeit slowly. “They’re treating me well. Really well. I’m not being bothered at all. Well, there was a strange doctor that came by here a while back but he hasn’t been back. It’s a good hospital.”
debracarter:
“Well you can have another one if you want…”
“Well, I want another one. So you should give me another one.”
