50scenes - 002 (grave) - Romy/Trey
Written for 50scenes
Title: THE FUNERAL SONG
Author: charming_syrai
Fandom: Anguish Series - original fiction
Pairing: Romy/Trey
Prompt: 002 grave
Word Count: about 1938
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: bad language?
Disclaimer: 100% mine.
Prompt Table HERE
Summary: If I talk first it means she wins, but I don't care. I want her out of here.
Author's Note: You might wanna read "Shades of Truth" or at least "Awakening" first but whatever, it's your call.
--- ♥ When I started writing this, the radio was on and it was playing THE FUNERAL SONG by Rasmus. I guess that explains the title, right?
THE FUNERAL SONG
The grass is wet, like it usually is in the mornings after a night of heavy rain, and partly because of that the air feels pretty moist to my skin... and my sneakers are soaking, dammit. Well, at least the wind hitting my face is refreshing... yeah, think happy thoughts. They make you fly and all that jazz.
I couldn't sleep last night; I kept seeing really weird, disturbing dreams where I had a wife, a house and a handful of kids that looked like little parrots, and so a little after 6am I finally gave up and decided to head to the office to hide from those images. There's always something to do there - if not work, then it's Parker. Of course, if she'd heard me say it like that, she'd slap me again. Or knee me. Yeah, wouldn't be a first.
Anyway. She's one of those freaks who actually show up at work at the break of dawn whereas I usually step over that threshold only when I absolutely have to. If even then. It's a damn shame, really, because I used to like my work, you know? Not so much anymore - only when it involves nothing but me, gun and a hunt, that's when it's candy.
But unlike usually, this time Parker wasn't in the office, nor in the sleeping quarters and absolutely no one knew when she'd be coming in. They all just shrugged and went their way, ignoring me like the important mad hatters that they are. Scientists. All the same.
Naturally I tried calling her cell because I'm not an imbecile, but I was greeted by the simple, Parker. Leave a message. And I grunted like a cave-man would, telling her to call me back the minute she gets the message. I might have used a few extra curse words to emphasize my point, fine, but other than that I kept it pretty short.
After hanging the phone and stuffing it into my back pocket, I stood there in the hallway for a short moment, thinking. In my head, I was rapidly going over her possible locations as well as worst case scenarios, when the realization suddenly hit me heavy and clear.
Crap.
After a deep, tired sigh, I checked the pager resting on my belt, turned it off and exited the building without explanations to anyone. I wasn't on duty anyway so why bother.
And so, here I am, sitting on a cold grave stone, watching her in silence. I don't know if she's noticed me yet, but I don't think so - she hasn't looked back, but she might have sensed my presence anyway. Though, I figure if she had noticed, she wouldn't be kneeling on her mother's grave, talking to the dead as if she could hear.
Of course, what she doesn't know is that her mother actually isn't in that grave so even if the dead could hear, she'd be wasting all that muttering anyway. I trusted her to catch the tail of it sooner or later, but so far she hasn't and I'm starting to doubt if she ever will. I didn't think she'd be naive enough to think the Centre would actually let a study subject rot in the ground just because it happened to be the mother of one of their agents - not a snowball's chance in hell, my dear. It's an empty coffin there, I know that and I burn with the desire to let her know, too.
I haven't witnessed the scene in front of my eyes before, but I do remember Raven telling me about it.
That's right - it's been three years since Parker killed her mother and on the said date, every year, he's find her here, on her mother's supposed grave, staring into the distance. Completely shut down.
Maybe she's sorry for what she did, I don't know, but my God I wished she'd have more sense in her brainy little head. Even Raven was suspicious and hesitant when the Centre arranged the witch's funeral, but no, not my Parker.
I mean, honestly, what is she thinking? Did she think she'd get away with this? That it wouldn't matter?
Dude, you can't visit the dead witch's grave and still be considered loyal to the Centre.
Then again, she's never been labeled as trustworthy when it comes to Centre, now has she? No, but that's not the point - the point is that she doesn't know it.
Wake up, girl. Please.
She shows no signs of stopping any time soon and a brief glance at my watch tells me I've waited long enough for this scene to end. I cock my head, take a deep breathe, exhale and roll my shoulders. Okay. All done now - here we go.
"Parker," the unexpected sound of my dark voice startles her and she twists to look over her shoulder. "We should go," I say, "It's gonna rain soon anyway."
She blinks, staring at me with a frown, as if I'd done something wrong. As if I wasn't supposed to be there, with her. Which, to think of it, is the only place where I actually do seem to want to be and that's fucked up. That's not normal.
Mom would kill me if she knew.
"Where's Raven?"
Oh well, there's a question I didn't see coming. At least not with that blunt tone. What, I get no credit? Not even though I came here, sat there for 15 minutes instead of grabbing her by the arm and dragging her off like I wanted to? Gee, thanks.
"It's his day off, remember?" I try to sound patient, though at the moment it's one of those feelings I have no room for, "Guess he's with Jenny."
"Oh," she lets out, eyes falling on the ground. She's disappointed, I can tell and I hate how it annoys me. So what if she wanted him to find her, what do I care?
And, shit, why the hell am I annoyed by the fact it wasn't Raven? He's supposed to be her best friend and he sure as hell knew what day it is - shouldn't he be here? For her?
Not that I'd like it when he enters my territory... but it's the matter of fucking principle, okay?
I really should get my head checked, I reckon, 'cause the storm going inside my head is eating me alive... it doesn't help that the next few minutes go by in silence giving me more and more time to think. With her still kneeling on the wet ground, sad eyes cast down, and with me glued to the grave stone looking at her, taking in her pain, we probably look like something straight out of Nora Roberts novel. Big fucking yay.
If I talk first it means she wins, but I don't care. I want her out of here.
"Parker?" I call for her, trying to snap her out of it - and myself, "I mean it. We should go."
When she doesn't reply, I sigh and force my body to stand up slowly when in reality, I'm fighting the urge to jump and charge. She doesn't seem to notice my approach and only when I grab her arms and pull her standing, her eyes find mine again. The look in her eyes, it makes me think of a cornered reindeer - the one being harassed by the big bad wolf.
Oh, so now she's scared of me? Great. Really great.
"I-" she starts hesitantly, but I don't want to hear it - so I cut her off, boldly. "I don't care," I say, because really, I don't, "You get that? I don't care. We're gonna go, now."
But that is when she decides to put her feet down, so to speak, and without a warning she tries to pull away from my grip. Of course, just because I didn't expect it, doesn't mean I can't counter it.
My grip stays and if anything, my fingers only dig deeper into her flesh. Still, she keeps struggling.
"Get the fuck away from me!" She hisses, trying to push me away, and I'm thinking something's not right. This is definitely not Romy Hensley being shut down.
Was Raven having me on, huh?
Then, as if to echo my thoughts, she goes and tries to kick me, efficiently connecting with the side of my shin, by the way, and I curse under my breathe. Fucking hell, woman.
"Calm the fuck down," I tell and I don't know whether it's my glare or the used tone, but she stops fighting. Her hands fall to her sides, idle and she draws in a breath. Okay, good, now we're getting somewhere... although if she did try something now, it wouldn't surprise me one bit. So I stay on guard, obviously.
She's not looking at me and so I have to bend my neck to bring my eyes to her level. She, of course, turns her head to the side the minute my gaze connects with hers.
Normally I'd grab her chin and force her to look at me, force her to face the problem, but right now I'm feeling humane. "I'm gonna take you home now, okay?" I say as softly as possible and slightly loosen my grip on her arms to make it known I'm not angry. Well, to pretend I'm not, that is.
Apparently something I said hit a target, because suddenly she's looking up at me again with fierce, almost furious look. "And fuck me senseless, huh?" She bites, "That's your cure for everything, isn't it?"
Wow. I wonder if I'm supposed to know what caused that baiting remark... for now I'm gonna let it be, but I shall look into it later.
Frankly, I'm a little amused though she obviously meant to insult me. Or maybe that is exactly why I'm amused? So I tell her, "not in this case, no."
Parker snorts with a sneer, a sarcastic laugh sounding in the back of her throat, "Then what, you wanna talk?"
What, is she trying to piss me off?
"About this?" I shake my head, making a face. "No."
As if sensing how damn close I am to snapping her neck in two, Parker moves in my arms opening her own in attempt to push mine away and this time I let her. She doesn't take a step back and neither do I, so we both simply stand our ground and glare. But whereas hers is vicious and furious, mine is mocking.
"Then what the fuck do you want?" She demands and folds her arms in frustrated manner. The gesture says a lot - no doubt is she trying to build a mental wall between me and her, something to keep us apart.
I feel tempted to tell her it's not gonna work, that she can't shut me out. I know too much. You would've thought she'd gotten it by now, but apparently not.
"I just want to take you home," I practically whisper and the furious look on her face melts away. It doesn't lose the edge or the fire, but she doesn't look angry anymore. That's always a plus.
"Fine," she sighs then and starts moving all the sudden - I turn with one eyebrow raised as she passes me by and so does she. "But," she continues while walking backwards and with a half smile tugging her lips, "if you think I'm giving you a blowjob just because of this, you can forget it."
I chuckle, shaking my head.
Somehow I already knew it.