Recovery - fanfic
Title: Recovery
Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn
Characters: Kate, Seth Gecko (sorta)
Word Count: Unknown
Rating: Unknown
Un-beta'ed
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Three Months After
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Seth Pablo:
I know you don't want me contacting you, and I tried, I really did. But I thought you'd want to know that I reported to the Texas Rangers that Seth and Ritchie Gecko kidnapped us from that hotel, we were forced to cross the border into Mexico, and then everyone but me died in that bar. I thought my dad would be happy with that - he liked you, in the end, you know. I could tell. You probably already know this, but the Federales have reported it as a gas leak. I wonder what they thought of all the vampire goo. Anyway, I enclosed the newspaper articles. So you're free, clear, and Mexican. Seth Gecko is dead - long live Pablo Rodriguez.
Hope El Ray is everything you hoped for. Again, I'm sorry for everything that happened. Everything we both lost.
Love,
Kate Fuller
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Six Months Later
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Pablo:
I'm getting used to the name now. You don't have to worry about the letters - the Feds and the Rangers aren't watching me or anything. Mostly, I got a lot of sympathy I didn't want for being "tortured" by the bad, bad men. If they only knew who did the real torturing, you know?
I've been thinking alot about it, and I wanted to thank you for giving my dad his faith back. It was so important to him, being a man of God, and he got to be that again. So thanks. I'll leave you alone now.
Love,
Kate
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Nine Months Later
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Pablo:
I know I said I'd leave you alone, but I don't have anyone else to talk to. I haven't been able to sleep. I keep hearing the bats. I actually tried to talk to the minister who replaced Dad - what a dunce, huh? I should have known better. At first he thought I was being metaphorical. Then he tried to have me committed. I spent an interesting few nights in the local psych hospital before they let me know I could leave anytime. All I could think of was when you said, "first I'm going to finish this bottle, then I'm going to bust it over his mellon f-ing head." That minister really needs a cheap whiskey bottle over HIS mellon head. Anyway, I can't stay here. I put the house on the market and I'm going to stay in the RV for awhile, travel around some. At least that was the last place my family were all happy together.
Love,
Kate
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One Year Later
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Pablo:
It's weird. I keep writing to you and not getting anything back, which is fine, I mean, now that I'm on the road I don't even know where to tell you to write back even if you wanted to. But it's like having a diary, except to a real person. At least I think you're real - everything is so distant now. Except at night. At night, I can feel them all around me, all the time, even the ones we killed, like Sex Machine and that nice black man who was in Vietnam. The worst is when I feel like Scott and Dad are out there. I'm sorry - sometimes it feels like Ritchie's out there too. Those are the nights when I just drive and drive and drive.
I know you don't want to hear this stuff, but I've got no one else to talk to about it, and sometimes, it feels like if I don't talk about it I'm really going to go crazy. Crazier than your average vampire killer, anyway.
I hope this isn't eating you up the way it's eating me up. I like to think of you sitting in the sun, tossing back that nasty whiskey, surrounded by pretty girls. Maybe getting into a fight or two, because I honestly can't picture you not getting into fights. Sorry.
Love,
Kate
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One Year, Three Months Later
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Pablo:
I've been thinking about it - do you suppose we've got vampires in the US too? Maybe if I killed a few of them the nightmares would stop. Any idea where I should look?
Love,
Kate
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One Year, Three Months and One Week Later
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Kate Fuller
c/o The Dew Drop Inn
Lawrence, KS
Dear Kate:
DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE. I don't give a fuck if the entire Mormon Choir is made up of bloodsuckers, stay the fuck away from them. I mean it, Kate.
Pablo
Fandom: From Dusk Till Dawn
Characters: Kate, Seth Gecko (sorta)
Word Count: Unknown
Rating: Unknown
Un-beta'ed
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Three Months After
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Seth Pablo:
I know you don't want me contacting you, and I tried, I really did. But I thought you'd want to know that I reported to the Texas Rangers that Seth and Ritchie Gecko kidnapped us from that hotel, we were forced to cross the border into Mexico, and then everyone but me died in that bar. I thought my dad would be happy with that - he liked you, in the end, you know. I could tell. You probably already know this, but the Federales have reported it as a gas leak. I wonder what they thought of all the vampire goo. Anyway, I enclosed the newspaper articles. So you're free, clear, and Mexican. Seth Gecko is dead - long live Pablo Rodriguez.
Hope El Ray is everything you hoped for. Again, I'm sorry for everything that happened. Everything we both lost.
Love,
Kate Fuller
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Six Months Later
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Pablo:
I'm getting used to the name now. You don't have to worry about the letters - the Feds and the Rangers aren't watching me or anything. Mostly, I got a lot of sympathy I didn't want for being "tortured" by the bad, bad men. If they only knew who did the real torturing, you know?
I've been thinking alot about it, and I wanted to thank you for giving my dad his faith back. It was so important to him, being a man of God, and he got to be that again. So thanks. I'll leave you alone now.
Love,
Kate
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Nine Months Later
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Pablo:
I know I said I'd leave you alone, but I don't have anyone else to talk to. I haven't been able to sleep. I keep hearing the bats. I actually tried to talk to the minister who replaced Dad - what a dunce, huh? I should have known better. At first he thought I was being metaphorical. Then he tried to have me committed. I spent an interesting few nights in the local psych hospital before they let me know I could leave anytime. All I could think of was when you said, "first I'm going to finish this bottle, then I'm going to bust it over his mellon f-ing head." That minister really needs a cheap whiskey bottle over HIS mellon head. Anyway, I can't stay here. I put the house on the market and I'm going to stay in the RV for awhile, travel around some. At least that was the last place my family were all happy together.
Love,
Kate
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One Year Later
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Pablo:
It's weird. I keep writing to you and not getting anything back, which is fine, I mean, now that I'm on the road I don't even know where to tell you to write back even if you wanted to. But it's like having a diary, except to a real person. At least I think you're real - everything is so distant now. Except at night. At night, I can feel them all around me, all the time, even the ones we killed, like Sex Machine and that nice black man who was in Vietnam. The worst is when I feel like Scott and Dad are out there. I'm sorry - sometimes it feels like Ritchie's out there too. Those are the nights when I just drive and drive and drive.
I know you don't want to hear this stuff, but I've got no one else to talk to about it, and sometimes, it feels like if I don't talk about it I'm really going to go crazy. Crazier than your average vampire killer, anyway.
I hope this isn't eating you up the way it's eating me up. I like to think of you sitting in the sun, tossing back that nasty whiskey, surrounded by pretty girls. Maybe getting into a fight or two, because I honestly can't picture you not getting into fights. Sorry.
Love,
Kate
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One Year, Three Months Later
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Pablo Rodriguez
c/o Carlos
El Ray, Mexico
Dear Pablo:
I've been thinking about it - do you suppose we've got vampires in the US too? Maybe if I killed a few of them the nightmares would stop. Any idea where I should look?
Love,
Kate
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One Year, Three Months and One Week Later
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Kate Fuller
c/o The Dew Drop Inn
Lawrence, KS
Dear Kate:
DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE. I don't give a fuck if the entire Mormon Choir is made up of bloodsuckers, stay the fuck away from them. I mean it, Kate.
Pablo