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Denial Pt. 2 || Fletcher + Kelly || February, 2020
Kelly: Ten days out from the full moon and Kelly Rose felt like it had fallen out of the sky and slammed into him.
He certainly looked like a giant space rock had slammed into him. He'd traded in the blue, purple, and black bruises all over his body for yellow and green, which made him look sickly as well as beat to hell. Breathing was still a chore but had improved enough that he only needed help with it when he slept.
A coughing fit the previous day had prompted another round of x-rays and scans which had in turn led to his second scheduled surgery being moved up. He'd started bleeding internally again, and the amount of scar tissue compounded with the tiniest of the old shrapnel that was somehow still in his body were wreaking havoc.
At least he was conscious. Today.
Fletcher: Fletcher forced himself out of the car; forced himself into the hospital; forced himself into the elevator. He knew exactly where this man would be. Knew what condition he was in physically. It was the mental that he was dreading. He couldn't admit himself to June, but this was a clean-cut mission.
He needed to know whether or not he had to finish the job. The man on the next floor up was a hermit, but that was beside the point. He was a goddamn hermit. He was the hunted by those disgusted with his very existence. Mockeries, they said. He suddenly missed his childhood. The Anurana that had escaped with his mother. Tales of her child, the frog girl. He hoped they were alive and well.
The elevator ding knocked him back to reality. He stepped out from the protesting doors and slumped himself over the nurse's counter.
"Yeah, hey. I wanna see Kelly Rose."
Bridget: Bridget Lachman looked up from her computer and upon recognizing Fletcher, gave him a brief nod in greeting. "He's in room 214, hallway to the right. I ask that you do your best not to agitate him, Mr. Rose is weak and still recovering. If you do, I'll know and kick you out." Bossy and direct.
Fletcher: "Loud n'clear." He tapped his hand to the counter, slid his fingers over the surface, smudging away fingertips out of habit. Little second natures.
He made his way down the hall, lingering in the doorway. The room seemed so much bigger from the perspective of a two-inch roach.
Kelly: The sound of approaching footsteps had Kelly stirring from his light doze. The Discovery channel hadn't been able to keep much of his attention today.
Having expected Bridget, his brow furrowed when he saw Fletcher Goodman. Hell was the pawn shop owner doing visiting him?
Fletcher: The silence was not surprising. Not a whisper of his name during observation. Enough on his plate. He could only imagine the pain, given what he knew.
When he did finally manage to speak, his words felt rough, clumsy, and insincere.
"Got ya on some good shit?"
Kelly: "More than some. Got all the fun drugs. To what do I owe the honor?"
Fletcher: Polite enough. Surprising for a wolf.
"Ya know what happened?"
Kelly: "Carjacking gone sideways."
Fletcher: "Car better been fuckin' worth it."
Kelly: "It's not. Probably crackheads."
Fletcher: "All the crazies come out on the full moon."
Kelly: "That's what the cops and psych nurses say."
Fletcher: "Mm." He felt at his beard. The one June had made him trim, and thought of her.
"Need somethin'?"
Kelly: "Like what?"
Fletcher: "A fuckin' soda?"
Kelly: "I look that bad, huh?"
Fletcher: "Anyone give ya a mirror yet?"
Kelly: “Can’t even get up to take a leak, man.”
Fletcher: He only just realized he was still in the doorway. He shuffled in by three feet.
"Talked to uh... Peter?"
Kelly: He nodded. “Comes by twice a day.”
Fletcher: "Mm. Sounds like him."
Kelly: “Surprised you’re here.”
Fletcher: "Wanted to know what you're doin' next."
Kelly: “Having surgery.”
Fletcher: "S'your hip or somethin'?"
Kelly: "Yep. Got worked over pretty bad."
Fletcher: "What ya remember last?"
Kelly: “Closing up the pub with June.”
Fletcher: "She remember anything?"
Kelly: “Don’t know. She hasn’t come by.”
Fletcher: "She's been worried. Peter gave her some time off. Got yourself some friends."
Kelly: "Looks like. She's a nice girl."
Fletcher: Another shuffle closer. Close enough even a broken wolf could get a real good whiff of that moldy musky scent.
Kelly: Kelly had no room to judge someone's scent. Not when he smelled like hospital and like someone who'd only had sponge baths for a week and a half.
"Why you really here?"
Fletcher: "Cause I'm curious about ya. How's that?"
Kelly: “Are you curious about me because I got jumped?”
Fletcher: "N'why ya got jumped. N'your sudden amnesia."
Kelly: “Concussions are a son of a bitch. Why don’t you go ask the cops for the police report? I’m sure they’ll be more help.”
Fletcher: "What ya think I'd do with it?"
Kelly: “I don’t know but you seem awful interested in a carjacking gone wrong.”
Fletcher: "Peter says you're good people. Just wanted t'see for myself."
Kelly: Kelly truly and sincerely doubted that was all that had led Fletcher Goodman here, but didn't question it. To do so would rouse suspicion and lead to questions he had no intention of ever answering.
"He's a decent man."
Fletcher: Suspicion Fletcher already had. He walked into this hospital with the intention of knowing what was next. Where they stood, considering his aid in the wolf's current position. Not his fault entirely. Not with that shit body. No, he just helped something along that was well on its way. He could take him. Wouldn't have been his first wolf. He had Peter Graham to think of. They buttered heads; love one-sided, but it was love which stayed his maw.
"Ya know what Peter is?"
Kelly: That was not a question to be asked in a public place, and even though they were currently alone, this was most certainly a public place.
That being the case, he didn't answer it, though if Fletcher looked closely, he'd see the answer in the minutiae of his expression.
All he said was, "My boss."
Fletcher: There it was. Just a little more. That was an obvious question with an obvious answer.
"Try n'be a little more creative with this shit."
The nearest chair was taken, pulled facing the door. Its back a small barrier between wolf and roach as he straddled.
"When I say he cares, I mean it. When I say he's decent, I mean it. He'd put himself in danger for ya in a heartbeat. Bet ya a million he already has. Kinda why I keep an eye on him. One of them perks livin' across the street. Shit's always in my face."
Kelly: Creative? Pete Graham was his boss. That was fact, and a perfectly true--if evasive--answer to the question.
"I know he's caring and decent. He's here twice a day."
Fletcher: "He shouldn't be here at all."
Kelly: "He's a grown man. That choice is his."
Fletcher: "Nah. Ya shouldn't have been so fuckin' stupid."
Kelly: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Fletcher: "Sure ya don't. If ya can't handle yourself around crazy carjackers, then stay outta the neighborhood."
Kelly: "Didn't know being jumped was a crime. I'll turn myself in once I'm discharged."
Fletcher: "You're not that stupid, so I won't pretend ya are. Ya know damn well what ya did. Don't do it again."
Kelly: "Really don't know what you're talking about. Like I said. Concussions are a son of a bitch."
Fletcher: "Mhm. Bet they can be."
Kelly: "I'd tell you to go ask the doc for my brain scans but that's illegal, so."
Fletcher: "When ya lie, don't elaborate on the story. Some friendly advice. Just digs your hole."
Kelly: "Fletcher. I do not know what you're talking about."
Fletcher: "Boy I sure don't get tired hearin' that."
Back on his feet, chair off to the side. His long sleeve slowly rubbed over the back of the metal chair. Just an idle movement, but anything but.
"Be seein' ya."
Kelly: Seemed unavoidable with him living across the street from where Kelly worked.
Surprise Engagement || February, 2020 || Captain Issott + Kelly + Peter + Marion
Leslie: A thick sunken fog covered the town of Edenton like a protective blanket. Stubbornly lingered since the night before. Equally relentless clouds refused the sun. Had since its attempted greeting that morning.
It was Saturday, which meant freedom for Leslie. Everything about today felt quiet, calm. He treated the energy with respect in all things, including his entry into Pete's Pub.
Not a table today, despite expecting company. He took to the bar before craning his neck in search of Kelly Rose or the other Fera. He wasn't here for his little games. It was lunchtime, and he had a feeling there was something comforting in Pete's kitchen.
Peter: Kelly wasn't anywhere in sight, but Pete Graham was. "Hey," he called as Leslie sat, nodding in greeting from the other end of the bar. "I'll be over in just a sec, I'm closing out a tab right quick." Despite it being the weekend, the bar wasn't too, too busy. The cold and the fog had kept the tourists away or sequestered them in their hotel rooms or rental cabins.
He approached a couple of minutes later. "Whatcha having today?"
Leslie: "I'm waiting on Tristan." Having encouraged him to come for lunch. Still, he was nowhere near as Leslie had been, which meant waiting.
"Please tell me you have a stew."
Peter: "It's your lucky day. Bobby made chicken and dumplings to ward off the cold. Want a bowl?"
Leslie: "I will, but not yet." He offered his signature smile, though today something was missing.
"How are you?"
Peter: "Can't complain. Business is good, family's good. You? Want a drink while you wait?"
Leslie: "I don't think red wine goes well with chicken and dumplings. Have unsweet tea?"
Peter: "Sure do." Pete grabbed a glass and turned to fill it from the pitcher sitting on a black tray. "Want some lemon?"
Leslie: "Can't say no to lemon." Oh yeah, he'd asked something else.
"I'm okay." And he was, physically and 97% mentally. The remaining 3% shown in his tame expressions.
Peter: Pete noticed. “You seem down. Must be something in the air today,” he said as he set Leslie’s glass in front of him, followed by a small plate of lemon wedges. “Kelly’s in the back looking like fifty miles worth of bad road.”
Leslie: Which did nothing to help polish his usual glint.
"He needs to be looked after."
Peter: “Nah, it’s not a cold. He has a hangover. Bobby was giving him a little hair of the dog a few minutes ago.”
Leslie: How was that any better? "Mm."
Leslie turned to the opening door. Not Tristan, but still, his smile returned at the sight of the schoolteacher. Catching his eye, the woman made a beeline to the witch and hugged his head, which he had leaned down in offering as it seemed to be her favored means of affection.
"Hey, Les!"
"Hey, Mari."
A lemon was taken from his bowl, the seat beside him climbed. "Oh man, long day?" she asked. "I thought the truck was closed on weekends now."
"It is, but yeah, long day."
"Oh," she tisked, parting strands of blond from his eyes, which fell closed.
Peter: An icy cold wind that had nothing to do with the temperature outside seemed to chill the entire room. Pete's jaw twitched as he moved to the other end of the bar just as Kelly finally emerged.
"How you feelin'?" Pete asked.
Kelly slung a rag over his shoulder. "I'll live."
"Good. I'll be in my office."
Leslie: When Leslie finally opened his eyes, it was due to lack of affection. He wanted her hand back. She knew this, and that's why it was absent. Perhaps by a margin.
"Hey." It was his turn to reach for her. His finger pressed to a rose gold band and sapphire on her finger.
"What's this, huh?" His smile returned.
"It's an engagement ring." Her voice had become giddy.
"Get outta here. Congrats, Mari."
Peter: I'll send the poor bastard a condolence card, Pete thought bitterly, having heard. Wishing for a legitimate reason to ban her, he locked himself in his office.
Meanwhile, Kelly approached their end of the bar. He nodded in greeting to Leslie before asking, "What can I get you?" to Marion.
Marion: "Oh." Marion leaned away from the bar and against Leslie's shoulder. Like a balm it was. "Um, whatever the special is. I need two to-go. Please and thank you."
Kelly: "Chicken and dumplings." He shouted the order to Bobby (Bobby's preferred method of communication) and turned back to the lady. "Anything else?"
Marion: "I'll take a glass of Chardonnay."
"I'll have a red," said Leslie. "To celebrate."
"Yes!" she laughed.
"So, do I know him?"
"Do you go to the pawn shop across the street?"
"Only a few - you and a pawn shop guy? Not a prince?" He made her laugh again.
Kelly: Two glasses of wine were poured. The lady was engaged to the pawn shop guy? Looked like he was going to be cleaning up a lot of broken glass when a certain one of his coworkers found out. Either that or she'd clean them out of ice cream and tissues.
The door opened just as Kelly put the glasses down in front of their respective owners.
Tristan had arrived.
Leslie: Tristan was given a smile that was actually brilliant.
"Hey! Our Marion is getting married!" he greeted.
Tristan: Tristan's smile would've been a lot bigger if Leslie had been alone, but it was bright just the same. "Hey, puddin'. You're getting married?" he added to Marion. "To who?"
Marion: "Fletcher Goodman," she said.
Leslie patted the stool beside him. Come, sit so I can lean against you.
Tristan: Tristan blinked. "Really?" And she'd decided to come here to--oof. Shit was about to hit the fan.
He sat and wrapped an arm around Leslie, squeezing him briefly. "When did he pop the question?"
Marion: "Last night while we watched a movie. Simple and sweet, you know?"
Tristan: "Mm." Just keep smiling and nodding. Not your monkeys, not your circus, Tristan. Just smile and nod. "Well, good for you. Can I get a beer?" he asked Kelly.
"You got it."
Leslie: Having lived here five years, Leslie still had little knowledge of that soap opera. Besides, he was on Team Marion. She'd been nothing but kind in his regard.
"To your happiness. Bless you."
"And to yours." She wouldn't bother waiting for Tristan's beer to cheers, clinking her glass to Leslie's.
Kelly: Kelly set Tristan's beer and the lady's order on the counter at the same time a few moments later. "This gonna be all, miss?"
Marion: "Yes! Thank you."
Leslie placed his hand over hers. "I got it."
"Oh, honey, you don't-"
"First wedding gift," he smiled.
He was rewarded with a cheek kiss. His expression became heavenly.
"Thank you." She returned his smile.
Kelly: In that case, Kelly would ring up the order and hand Leslie the receipt. There was some...tense energy in here. Sailor wasn't as cheerful as the other two, he looked like he was biting his tongue.
Leslie: And that intensity lingered as the receipt was taken from Kelly. Marion said her goodbyes to the trio and headed out the door and across the street.
Tristan: Tristan blew out a long breath and gave a humorless laugh as soon as the coast was clear. "Set of balls on her. Your boss here?"
Kelly nodded. "Yeah."
"He hear any of that?"
"Went upstairs when she came in."
Another laugh. "Jesus Christ."
Leslie: "I didn't take you one for drama, Tristie."
Tristan: "I've known Pete since we were kids. There's a sense of loyalty there."
Leslie: "Battle lines, then." But he smiled.
Tristan: "Just when I thought the bullets had stopped flying." He shook his head. Poor Pete. He'd been so happy these past few months. "Ah, well. Ceasefire was nice while it lasted."
Leslie: "What does her marrying the pawn guy have to do with Peter Graham?"
Tristan: Tristan kissed Leslie's cheek. "That's a sad, sad story that'll give us indigestion before we have our lunch. I'll tell you someday."
Leslie: "You know gossip is a form of witchcraft," he smiled.
Tristan: He chuckled. "Does it still count as gossip when it's all true?"
Leslie: "Mmmm probably. Those that gossip create hexes."
Tristan: "Then Marion is queen of the hexes."
Leslie: "She is." Leslie ducked his head to hide his smile.
Tristan: Another kiss. "Enough of that minefield for today. Hi, baby."
Leslie: "Hey, sailor." He didn't care who was watching, he was going to have a proper kiss.
Kelly: Nobody was. Kelly's attention had been taken by someone who'd sat a few seats down from Leslie and Tristan.
Tristan hummed softly, giving Leslie a proper hug to go with the kiss. "You okay? Felt a weight in my chest all morning."
Leslie: "See, you're a witch," he chuckled. He nuzzled that shoulder before leaning away. "I'm alright."
Tristan: "Maybe you lit that fire in me. Larry will probably be back any second." He offered Leslie a gentle smile. "If there's anything you need to talk about or just...anything at all, I'm here."
Leslie: "I know you are, Tristie." He gave that shoulder a kiss. "Captain Hero."
Tristan: "Nah, just a captain." Have another one-armed squeeze. "Hungry?"
Leslie: "Yes! Was waiting on you. Today is chicken and dumplings." He took a sip of his wine.
Tristan: "That sounds so good right now. It's crazy outside, can barely see past the hood of your car and it's cold as fuck."
Leslie: "Someone should tell whatever witch made it to calm down."
Tristan: "I think this one might be on mother nature. There's a weather advisory up and down the coast for miles."
Leslie: "Well, I'm not gonna tell Mother Nature what she can and can't do," he whispered. Not for something like this.
Tristan: "Darlin', I've been begging and pleading with her for years." Tristan smiled that brilliant smile reserved only for this man. "She never listens."
Leslie: "Gotta ask nicely, and make no demands of her."
Tristan: “Let’s ask her nicely to lift the fog so we can go for a sail.”
Leslie: "We'll see how she feels when we get back to your place," he smiled.
Tristan: “Hopefully a little nicer than right now. Ready to eat?”
Leslie: "Mhm. And you can tell me about your day."
Tristan: Tristan waved Kelly over. “Wanna eat here at the bar or grab a table?”
Leslie: "Wherever you want, sailor."
Tristan: “Let’s get a table by the fire and warm up.”
Leslie: He glanced to Kelly; certain he had heard. He got to his feet with both wine and unsweetened tea.
Kelly: Kelly had indeed heard and had already relayed the order to Bobby. Their food would be delivered to their table within moments of them taking their seats.
Leslie: Leslie took to leaning against Tristan in the brief moment before their food arrived. He was indeed tired. Several reasons why, but one of them was serving them chicken and dumplings.
"Thanks, Kell."
Kelly: Kelly nodded and disappeared again.
Tristan waited until he was out of earshot before asking, "Are you sure you're okay, Les? You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders."
Leslie: No such thing in this building. "Nothing that drastic. You worry too much, sailor."
Tristan: "It's been said." He pulled Leslie close and kissed his temple.
Leslie: "Mhm." Time to eat. He would add after a bite, "Maybe later, okay? I'll figure out how to explain in the meantime."
Tristan: "Okay, baby." Tristan was still concerned, but he wouldn't push. He trusted Leslie to confide in him when he was ready. Until then, lunch.
Kelly sent me a thing that requested I answer every question. It shall be done.
1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Nicholas dearest.
2. Are you outgoing or shy? A mix of both, depending on the company.
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Kelly, or Nick, or my cats.
4. Are you easy to get along with? I'd like to think so! As long as you aren't a horrible person.
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? He sure would!
6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Quite literally everyone...
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Hopefully!
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Nicholas; I'm so lame :P
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? NOPE ask me anything and I will share
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Kara, Sam, India and Sabrina!
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? hahahahah, no. I'm looking at autonomy as a part of feminism and that included health care etc.
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Welcome To New York, Blank Space and Shake It Off buy Taylor Swift, Secret On Our Lips by Astronautalis and Sangria by REMI.
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? YES
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Luck, not really. Miracles not at all.
15. What good thing happened this summer? I can't remember last summer, but this summer looks good!
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Ew no not at all nick.
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Other galaxies maybe, but I'm not sure.
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? HAHAHA NO OH GOD YEAR 6 ME WAS BAD
19. Do you like bubble baths? YEs
20. Do you like your neighbors? YES
21. What are your bad habits? Procrastinating, stressing, not cleaning my room.
22. Where would you like to travel? Literally anywhere. Take me anywhere.
23. Do you have trust issues? I don't think so! Depends on who you are.
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Playing with the kitties and talking to Kelly.
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My gangly ass legs and knobby knees.
26. What do you do when you wake up? Go back to sleep.
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? I don't really care tbh
28. Who are you most comfortable around? Kelly, Samantha, Nick, Dimitri.
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? HAHAH NO
30. Do you ever want to get married? Nope
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Correct
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Any of them. Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield. NO BOTH EMMAS STONE AND WATSON
33. Spell your name with your chin. dfdfosde
34. Do you play sports? What sports? Nope, want to start roller derby.
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Always tbh
37. What do you say during awkward silences? ... nothing
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Human, kind, supportive.
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Uhh, the grocery store?
40. What do you want to do after high school? University. Moving to Melbourne and studying applied science and prosthetics and orthotics.
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Depends.
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I don't have anything to do really.
43. Do you smile at strangers? Yep!
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? S P A C E
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Life, cats, school.
46. What are you paranoid about? Everything...
47. Have you ever been high? Nope.
48. Have you ever been drunk? HAHHAHAHA
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? I don't think so!
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Either grey or red.
51. Ever wished you were someone else? Nope
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? No mental illness lol
PSA:
kelly is my best friend and i love her.
Last night i got drunk and it was quite fun but Kelly was super sweet and offered to give me a lift home if I needed one at all and it was a super small offer but it meant so much to me and i love her.
So I have this best friend, Kelly.
I love her more than I love the world itself, she is my life and soul and I would do absolutely everything for her. She lights up my world, I would honestly be lost without her. We have so many plans to travel and to live and to be fucking happy because we fucking deserve it.
The thing is, she absolutely breaks my heart. She is the most beautifully kind person, with the heart of gold. She is gorgeous and talented and compassionate. Not seeing her everyday is devastating. She is just so caring and loving and I am so proud to call her my best friend. What hurts the most is that she doesn't believe it, she doesn't see herself in the same way I do and I so wish she did.
I love you Kel, you lil shit. Zoo wee mama <3
