Drabble: Masked Bandit

Jun 19, 2015 20:22



Title: Masked Bandit

Author: badly_knitted

Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Janet.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 348: Weevil at tw100

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Janet is causing unexpected problems.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: Another one where I’m posting an extended version as well as the 100-word drabble.

Masked Bandit... )

janet weevil, fic, owen harper, jack harkness, ianto jones, torchwood fic, tw100, drabble, fic: g

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clarahow June 23 2015, 15:51:26 UTC
I'm sorry you had to deal with that. My uncle is/was my maternal grandmother's carer and he's not really cut out for that...I only had to deal with it some, after she really started losing her faculties. Last time I saw her she was surprisingly independent, although that might just be an impression because tbh she's always been a little mental, and even after she got to the point where she really wasn't physically able to do things, she'd be so insistent that she was, down to just going and doing the things. One time, she 'went for a walk around the neighbourhood' which involved her walking alongside one of the highways in the area (which is quite close to where my uncle lives) totally convinced she was in Detroit - they live in Jacksonville FL.
She (we all) had a hard time losing my mother, and slowly she drifted to the point where she literally didn't know I existed - she would see me and invariably think either that a) I was my mother as a teenager and it was the 60s or b) I was myself at the age of six, before my parents and I moved out of her house.
As far as I know she's still alive...but my uncle, in his own grief, has cut everyone off from them that had a relation to my mother. Friends, my grandmother's best friends since high school who raised their kids, considered my mother's and his cousins, in conjunction with my grandmother raising them, me. It's really one of the most painful things going on in my life, really. Especially since he won't talk to me, so I don't even know what's going on other than that he's in great pain and he really doesn't like my father because he's politically liberal and not Catholic and, one of my 'great-aunts' found out, my grandmother's been put in a nursing home. Don't know where, anything...
Whether it's for stubbornness or desperation or dedication or w/e I still call their house and leave messages all the time even though no one answers.

Sorry that got really long, I'm still reeling from this every day.

I certainly still wish my mother was here, but under different circumstances than you and your mother of course, as I wasn't taking care of her.

This is all really....well, difficult.

It's good having people who know what I'm talking about, though <3

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badly_knitted June 23 2015, 17:38:54 UTC
Yeah, and I'm so sorry you're uncle has cut himself off from everyone. All you can really do is keep leaving messages in the hope that he'll eventually reach out to family again.

It's always hard to lose someone you love, at whatever age, and you're grieving the loss of your uncle and grandmother too, even though they're still alive. Just not knowing what's going on with them must be tremendously difficult.

Mum and I lived together for 53 years. After my sister married and my father left, it was just the two of us. Dad passed away a few years ago but I hadn't seen him in 10 years, just spoke to him on the phone regularly. His health was going downhill and I'm not able to get out much so that was the only way of keeping in contact. Now mum's gone too and I hardly see anyone now. I don't mind being alone too much. I have my internet friends to talk to, but it does get lonely sometimes. I have plenty of things to keep me busy though. I've written every day for the last year and a half, and posted at least one piece of writing everyday. It keeps me sane, more or less.

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