You've got a hole in you the size of the moon 2
AU fic. None of it is real.
Selena is Eddie's niece that got lost in the foster care system. Demi is famous, but spoiled and rather reluctant to take in her mother's husband's relative. Thanks to Yummyhippomeat for providing the inspiration to keep writing this.
Allison was not very good at her job. By all accounts including her own, she was in fact terrible at it. It wasn’t that she didn’t try. Despite what some of the others in her office said she did. Really she did. Still no matter how many times she sat at her desk with a new file before her silently promising herself that this time she’d do better, inevitably the end result would be the same. She just wasn’t good at being a social worker.
To say the least it was not surprising a week ago when her supervisor had pulled her into her office. Upon walking through the door Allison was struck not for the first time by the walls lined with diplomas and accolades and the desk scattered with charming photos of her beside the young children she had saved. If one were to wander inside her own office just down the hallway they would see the diplomas, Allison had been an exceptional student and frankly hers well outshined the woman in charge's, but find her desk rather empty except for a few stacks of paper. She had no smiling photos, only files after files of failures. She hadn’t saved anyone.
Despite knowing she wasn’t very good at her job, at first she had been upset as one normally was after being told that they were being let go. The excuse given, a state deficit and an overeager governor more than willing to slash funding, was probably true, but why her? Surely she hadn’t been that terrible. Jake down the hall was certainly as bad as she was. He should have been the one pulled into her supervisor’s well-decorated office, not her.
Then she’d gotten the phone call.
Suddenly she wasn’t so upset about being fired. Maybe, no not maybe, she was that bad.
Little Selena Gomez was in the hospital and the Warrens were in jail.
She had known the Warrens were questionable. While reviewing her notes shortly after receiving the phone call she stumbled on a paragraph she had wrote the day she dropped the young girl off. The note demanded that she keep a close eye on the Warrens. The note was concerned about the couple and their dingy apartment and disheveled look. The note was forgotten.
The girl’s new social worker wouldn’t forget such an important scribble of words Allison hoped. But this was Los Angeles and every single social worker was overworked. This new guy couldn’t even escort the girl to her new home because he had another young child that needed his attention.
What if he is as bad as her? What if one day he gets a call while sipping lukewarm coffee surrounded by files contemplating where it all went wrong? What if he doesn’t read her new note about how the mother seems fake and brittle and the daughter a little more than slightly bitchy? What if the young terrified girl beside her, now trembling violently from the unexpected hug, ends up back in the sterile white hospital bed Allison just escorted her from?
The heavily made up woman before her is still babbling on, trying to apologize for overstepping her bounds. Allison fights to keep her eyes from rolling. The woman isn’t even looking at the girl she has frightened, instead aiming all her efforts on her. Allison is not exactly impressed thus far. Still she feels it necessary to try and calm the woman. Everyone said she’d be so great at this profession for this reason. She was really good at calming people down. It was a pity that time had proven it was about all she was good at.
Dianna seemed to accept her attempts at alleviating her guilt, but still issued one last apology.
“Oh it’s okay. Selena, she doesn’t… right now, after the incident and all,” Allison trailed off, aware of the famous teen whose eyes lit up in curiosity.
For a second Allison finds this odd. Mark had told her he had gone over in detail Selena’s incident. Then again the parents probably decided to spare the children all the details. Allison is uncertain if that is a good or bad thing. If they knew then they might be more sympathetic, but they were just kids. Kids shouldn’t know about these sorts of things.
Dianna opens the door wider, face still red from embarrassment, ushering them in. Allison steps through still clutching the small red suitcase she had picked out about eight years ago. The soft sound of shuffling feet behind her assures her that Selena is following.
As they walk into the hallway Allison is struck by the sight of Selena, head bent down, trying to keep her eyes on the ground, trying to disappear. She’s been doing it since Allison met her in the hospital. She’d probably been doing it since Allison dropped her off at the Warrens. Allison wouldn’t know. She’d been unable to find the time to check up on her since dropping the teen off a few months prior to the phone call.
Wallowing in her own failure, Allison could only trail after the woman leading them through the mansion that was to become Selena’s home.
It was gorgeous. The hallway of the house was large and open, the walls lined with expensive paintings and various platinum albums. It only got more stunning as they entered what Allison assumed was the living room. The house was everything that anyone could ever hope for. The others in her office had gone on and on about how Selena had won the jackpot. Watching the young girl too terrified to even look up and marvel at the mansion, Allison can’t imagine Selena has won much of anything.
“Demi, why don’t you show Selena to her room?” Dianna politely demands.
Demi rolls her eyes and sighs loudly, “Fine.”
Allison almost smiles at the exchange, amused by the teen’s stereotypical attitude. When she heard who Selena was going to be living with she had been curious about what a famous teenager was like. There was something refreshing in learning that they weren’t that different from the children that she normally dealt with.
Selena’s wide eyes dart to her and Allison tries to give an encouraging smile. Something in her chest sort of tightens, that the young girl searched her out for reassurance. But Allison is the one that handed her over to the Warrens. Selena shouldn’t look to her for anything, not after what she did. After this truth tears through her, she quickly diverts her gaze and hands Selena her worn red suitcase.
With her good hand Selena takes the bag and Allison still looking away can clearly picture the girl’s eyes, begging for a promise that this time it would be okay.
Allison’s clenches her teeth, pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth. No matter how much she wants to give the teenager beside her the promise she has uttered before that everything would turn out perfectly, she will not. Promises don’t mean a damn thing and Allison knows this more than anyone.
Selena is Eddie's niece that got lost in the foster care system. Demi is famous, but spoiled and rather reluctant to take in her mother's husband's relative. Thanks to Yummyhippomeat for providing the inspiration to keep writing this.
Allison was not very good at her job. By all accounts including her own, she was in fact terrible at it. It wasn’t that she didn’t try. Despite what some of the others in her office said she did. Really she did. Still no matter how many times she sat at her desk with a new file before her silently promising herself that this time she’d do better, inevitably the end result would be the same. She just wasn’t good at being a social worker.
To say the least it was not surprising a week ago when her supervisor had pulled her into her office. Upon walking through the door Allison was struck not for the first time by the walls lined with diplomas and accolades and the desk scattered with charming photos of her beside the young children she had saved. If one were to wander inside her own office just down the hallway they would see the diplomas, Allison had been an exceptional student and frankly hers well outshined the woman in charge's, but find her desk rather empty except for a few stacks of paper. She had no smiling photos, only files after files of failures. She hadn’t saved anyone.
Despite knowing she wasn’t very good at her job, at first she had been upset as one normally was after being told that they were being let go. The excuse given, a state deficit and an overeager governor more than willing to slash funding, was probably true, but why her? Surely she hadn’t been that terrible. Jake down the hall was certainly as bad as she was. He should have been the one pulled into her supervisor’s well-decorated office, not her.
Then she’d gotten the phone call.
Suddenly she wasn’t so upset about being fired. Maybe, no not maybe, she was that bad.
Little Selena Gomez was in the hospital and the Warrens were in jail.
She had known the Warrens were questionable. While reviewing her notes shortly after receiving the phone call she stumbled on a paragraph she had wrote the day she dropped the young girl off. The note demanded that she keep a close eye on the Warrens. The note was concerned about the couple and their dingy apartment and disheveled look. The note was forgotten.
The girl’s new social worker wouldn’t forget such an important scribble of words Allison hoped. But this was Los Angeles and every single social worker was overworked. This new guy couldn’t even escort the girl to her new home because he had another young child that needed his attention.
What if he is as bad as her? What if one day he gets a call while sipping lukewarm coffee surrounded by files contemplating where it all went wrong? What if he doesn’t read her new note about how the mother seems fake and brittle and the daughter a little more than slightly bitchy? What if the young terrified girl beside her, now trembling violently from the unexpected hug, ends up back in the sterile white hospital bed Allison just escorted her from?
The heavily made up woman before her is still babbling on, trying to apologize for overstepping her bounds. Allison fights to keep her eyes from rolling. The woman isn’t even looking at the girl she has frightened, instead aiming all her efforts on her. Allison is not exactly impressed thus far. Still she feels it necessary to try and calm the woman. Everyone said she’d be so great at this profession for this reason. She was really good at calming people down. It was a pity that time had proven it was about all she was good at.
Dianna seemed to accept her attempts at alleviating her guilt, but still issued one last apology.
“Oh it’s okay. Selena, she doesn’t… right now, after the incident and all,” Allison trailed off, aware of the famous teen whose eyes lit up in curiosity.
For a second Allison finds this odd. Mark had told her he had gone over in detail Selena’s incident. Then again the parents probably decided to spare the children all the details. Allison is uncertain if that is a good or bad thing. If they knew then they might be more sympathetic, but they were just kids. Kids shouldn’t know about these sorts of things.
Dianna opens the door wider, face still red from embarrassment, ushering them in. Allison steps through still clutching the small red suitcase she had picked out about eight years ago. The soft sound of shuffling feet behind her assures her that Selena is following.
As they walk into the hallway Allison is struck by the sight of Selena, head bent down, trying to keep her eyes on the ground, trying to disappear. She’s been doing it since Allison met her in the hospital. She’d probably been doing it since Allison dropped her off at the Warrens. Allison wouldn’t know. She’d been unable to find the time to check up on her since dropping the teen off a few months prior to the phone call.
Wallowing in her own failure, Allison could only trail after the woman leading them through the mansion that was to become Selena’s home.
It was gorgeous. The hallway of the house was large and open, the walls lined with expensive paintings and various platinum albums. It only got more stunning as they entered what Allison assumed was the living room. The house was everything that anyone could ever hope for. The others in her office had gone on and on about how Selena had won the jackpot. Watching the young girl too terrified to even look up and marvel at the mansion, Allison can’t imagine Selena has won much of anything.
“Demi, why don’t you show Selena to her room?” Dianna politely demands.
Demi rolls her eyes and sighs loudly, “Fine.”
Allison almost smiles at the exchange, amused by the teen’s stereotypical attitude. When she heard who Selena was going to be living with she had been curious about what a famous teenager was like. There was something refreshing in learning that they weren’t that different from the children that she normally dealt with.
Selena’s wide eyes dart to her and Allison tries to give an encouraging smile. Something in her chest sort of tightens, that the young girl searched her out for reassurance. But Allison is the one that handed her over to the Warrens. Selena shouldn’t look to her for anything, not after what she did. After this truth tears through her, she quickly diverts her gaze and hands Selena her worn red suitcase.
With her good hand Selena takes the bag and Allison still looking away can clearly picture the girl’s eyes, begging for a promise that this time it would be okay.
Allison’s clenches her teeth, pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth. No matter how much she wants to give the teenager beside her the promise she has uttered before that everything would turn out perfectly, she will not. Promises don’t mean a damn thing and Allison knows this more than anyone.