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CP 14 Days of Love #12: Ladies’ Day (e.g. the haus ghosts, lardo, camilla, march, april, georgia, alicia, suzanne, etc)

Day 12 of @softkent‘s Valentine’s Day Fic-A-Thon

Alicia Carlson was staring sadly out a floor to ceilingwindow into the very snowy night on February 13th. And if she was also maybe sighing sadly, wellno one had to know. The scene outsidethe Syracuse international airport was…not pretty. The flakes were quarter sized and coming downfast, they had been all day. Her plane,and really every plane, had been grounded indefinitely. She wasn’t going to make her date. Alicialeaned her forehead against the cold window. She REALLY liked this guy. God knows why, but she did. He was big and lumbering and seemed kindadumb. But then you got him alone and yourealized that exactly none of those things were true.  

Oh well, nothing for it but to call him. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too disappointed.

Alicia turned to look for a payphone.

She called the hotel that she knew his team was using, askedfor his room.

“Alicia! Mon cher, are you nervous about your flight?”

Alicia laughed under her breath. “No Bob, although next timeI am I’ll remember to call you for a pep talk. Actually I’m calling to apologize. The snow is too bad, we’ve been toldwe won’t be able to take off for at least 24-48 hours, and that’s if the snowstops within the next six. I’m so sorryBobby, you know I wanted to be there.”

Alicia heard a pause. And then, “Well that’s alright we’ll just have to reschedule. What are they doing for you tonight, is therea hotel that they’re putting you up at?”

“No, there’s one attached to the airport but it’s bookedsolid, they’re trying to find some place to send us but well it’s Valentinesand a snowstorm, they don’t seem to be having much luck.”

“Oh well, that’s unfortunate, I know they’re doing theirbest though. Call me when you get to ahotel eh darling? I have to go, it’srather urgent. We’ll find another day tomake it up promise!  I’ll talk to youlater Alicia!”

She barely had time to say goodbye before the line wentdead. That was odd, and, andrushed. It made her stomach curlsadly. It was always hard to keeprelationships going. She was constantlyon the move and often times her plans changed with a moment’s notice. It wasn’t terribly conducive to gaining trustand making things last. Plus, well, shewas a model. Most men, at one point oranother gave in to the idea that she was too pretty and that no one couldresist her so she had to be cheating. Itnever occurred to them that SHE might be the one able to say no. And yes, she’d tried dating girls but…outsidethe arts it was so very frowned upon, she couldn’t take the chance that she’dbe caught or worse that they’d be caught. Anyway, it looked like this might be a sticking point for Bob.

Alicia had really been looking forward to the next fewdays. Bobby and his team, the Montreal Canadienswere set to play the Ottawa Senators on the 15th. She was scheduled to go and watch from aprivate box. She loved watching himplay. And the way the rest of the boyslooked up to him. It was like watching poetryon ice, even if she wasn’t terribly fond of all the bruises he walked away fromthe ice with, though the bruises he gave out, they were another story.  

Well. Nothing to be done about it now. All she could do was wait and hope that shemade it out for the game, at the very least hope that they found her a hotelroom and soon. They had returned thechecked bags to the passengers when it became clear that hotels were going tobe needed so at least she had all of her clothes and such. Alicia wandered over to the closest terminaland sat down in the wildly uncomfortable chairs. She did have a book that she had been meaningto finish. No time like the present andall that.

“ALICIA CARLSON TO GATE NUMBER 1754. REPEAT, PASSENGER ALICIACARLSON TO GATE NUMBER 1754. THANK YOU”

Alicia’s head jerked up at the sound of her name over theloudspeaker. She glanced at herwatch. It had been maybe four-ish hourssince she sat down.  She’d gotten almosthalfway through her book when she determined that she was too tired to continueand had made a pillow out of her outerwear and started dozing, as if she couldactually fall asleep on these uncomfortable chairs. Alicia shook herself and gathered herthings. They must have found a hotel forher. This was apparently a perk of beinga semi famous actress, that’s the only reason they’d call her individually byname. Alicia spared half a moment tofeel guilty that she’d gotten special treatment and then her back started toprotest her uncomfortable nap and the guilt went out the window.

“Hello, I’m Alicia Carlson. You called my name? Over the intercom?”

“Yes, Miss Carlson, please make your way to the check in atthe front of the airport. They have theinformation for your hotel there. Thankyou for flying with us, ma’am.”

“Thank you so much, I just need to go that way?” Aliciagestured.

“Yes ma’am, just follow back the way you came.”

Alicia gathered her things and tried to look a little lesslike she’d slept half the night in an airport chair and took off down thehall. All she could think of was thewarm bed waiting for her at the end of this mildly hellish night. She was going to order the worst possiblething from the room service menu and follow it up with both cheesecake and themost chocolatey chocolate cake available. Today. Had sucked.

She stopped at checking and asked where they needed her tobe. She was told to simply take her bagsand go out the front door. There shouldbe a chauffeur holding a sign with her name on it. You can’t miss him they said.

Alicia bundled up and headed out into the snow, very gladthat she had been heading north ANYWAY so all her cold weather gear was withher. Winter hat on and heavy dutymittened, she headed out the doors.

She looked around.

There was only one car in site.

If you could call it a car. It looked like a pretty intense SUV. Those tires…did those tires have CHAINS onthem?

And the man in front of the car, he was holding a sign, handlettered. But it didn’t say AliciaCarlson.

‘Mon Cher’ in big letters.

The man lowered the sign so that she could see his face.

When their combined body weight hit the car, it didn’t evenrock.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU HAVE A GAME IN TWO DAYS YOUSTUPID MAN. IT’S THE MIDDLE OF A BLIZZARD. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

Alicia was embarrassed to find that she was crying.

“It was only three hours by car, and no one is on the roads,I grew up in Canada Alicia, I know how to drive in worse snow than this. Did you think I would let snow stop me fromseeing you for Valentines? Did you think I’d let it stop me from getting yousomeplace warm and dry and comfortable for the night? You couldn’t fly to me, so I came to youdearest. It only makes sense,” Bobmurmured into the warmth of her hair, his breath tickling her ear.

“Come on, lets get your things in the car, I brought flowers and travel snacks, I even have some hot chocolate for the ride.”

Alicia chuckled wetly, “Pragmatic and romantic.  What a catch.”

Bobby winked at her.

The drive was long but didn’t seem it. The hotel was a dream but they didn’t noticeit. The reservations the next night wereincredibly romantic but they hardly needed it. And game against the Senators was a triumphant win but that was barely afootnote.

Everything worked out just like it needed to.

And what a story it was (every year) for the grandchildren.