Day Break/BSC/Lost Fic: Wanna Get It On, Dawn? (8/9)
Title: Wanna Get It On, Dawn? (8/9)
Authors: nutmeg610 & toxic_corn
Rating: PG - 13
Fandom: Day Break/BSC/Lost crossover (crack, basically)
Disclaimer: We don't own Day Break or Lost or the Baby-sitter's Club books. They belong to those bastards at ABC, and Ann M. Martin and Scholastic Books.
Summary: Now that Mary Anne Spier and Chad Shelten are dating, her step-sister Dawn finds herself wanting to get back into the dating scene. It's perfect timing when the new cop in Chad's office, Kevin, takes an interest in her. But Kevin's got a complicated past that could get in the way of their new relationship.
Author's Note: Yes, this is another delightful crack pairing from toxic_corn and myself! If you're brave enough to read, then we salute you! So have you guys seen Nathan Fillion's appearance on Lost, as Kevin the cop? Yeah, well I figured he'd be the perfect guy for Dawn, especially after Kate jacked him around like she did, and hence, this sequel to Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne was born.
Round Up Post
It's so hard to believe. Kevin's such a great guy, but he has more baggage than even Chad does. Um, don't ever tell Chad I said that about him, ok? But anyways, I feel so bad for Dawn! She went to bed early and I could hear her crying. I wish Kevin would get his act together.
~ snippet of an email from Mary Anne Spier to Kristy Thomas
Kevin's hand shook as he held the phone up to his ear. The line was ringing and he silently prayed that Dawn would pick up. He was ashamed of how he'd left things with her that afternoon and he finally decided that he should grow a pair and explain the whole crazy story to her.
It was only shortly after ten o'clock at night and Dawn was lying in bed asleep. She had gone to bed early because she was depressed about what had happened between her and Kevin.
I wish they all could be California...
Dawn groaned. She really needed to change her cell's ringtone. It was much to cheery for her somber mood. Goddamned Beach Boys...
I wish they all could be California... I wish they all could be California girls...
Shoving aside the pile of used kleenex on her nightstand, Dawn fumbled for her phone. Sleepily, she mumbled, "H'llo?"
"Dawn? Did I wake you?"
".... Kevin?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm sorry, I know it's a bad time to call, I just--" he paused as his voice cracked a little.
Her heart was racing, but she tried to keep calm, quietly asking, "What do you want?"
"I wanted to say I'm sorry... about pushing you away earlier. And, I want to explain everything, if it's not too late..."
"No!" she exclaimed quickly. "No, it's not..."
"Really?" Kevin's voice was so hopeful sounding that it brought tears to Dawn's eyes. "I thought I ruined things with us."
"You came kind of close." She gave a tearful laugh. "But I still lo-- um. Care about you."
On his end of the line, Kevin gave a big, relieved smile. "Would it be too much to ask you to come over now? I don't want to say everything over the phone, but I can wait until tomorrow..."
Dawn was already stumbling out of bed. "No, I-I'll be there! I just need to take a shower, I sort of fell asleep in my clothes..."
"You don't have to... if you stink I won't say anything."
"It's more of a 'feeling gross' kind of thing than a smell issue."
"Oh, ok then." He paused, then added, "Well, I'll be here."
"Kind of figured. See ya." She hung up and started racing around her dark room, half undressing and half freaking out.
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There was a knock on the door, and Kevin finally exhaled for the first time in maybe a minute and a half. He had started to think she had changed her mind and was curled up in bed, fast asleep. He jumped up and answered the door, saying, "Hey, thanks for coming."
Dawn stood straight and tall on the other side of the doorframe, holding her purse strap tightly against her shoulder. Giving a nod, she answered, "Yeah." then looked at him a second. "Are you going to let me in?"
"Oh! Right." He moved aside, feeling like an ass for staring at her, and let her in, then motioned for her to sit on the couch. He sat beside her, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants nervously.
Dawn merely looked at him expectantly.
He exhaled slowly to calm himself. "I'm just wondering how much to tell you so I don't talk your ear off."
"Well, start some place, you're starting to make me nervous, too." Her tone showed him that she really wasn't kidding.
"Oh, ok. Umm, ok." He took one more deep breath before beginning. "A few years back, I met this woman. She worked at a diner I went to all the time. She said her name was Monica, and she was new to Miami." A wistful look suddenly came to his face. "I told her if she needed help finding things around the city, I could help with that. We flirted a bit, and before too long we were dating." He glanced quickly at Dawn to see if she was still following.
Dawn, meanwhile, shifted uncomfortably, not really wanting to hear that part, but listening anyways.
"She never was very open about herself. She said her parents were dead and that she'd moved around alot as a kid. Army brat, she said. Anyways, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. We got married, and settled down into a good life. Looking back on it, she'd always get nervous when I'd mention work stuff, like fugitive reports and stuff, but I thought police work just made her uncomfortable." He shrugged, giving a frown just thinking about the next part. "Then, one day, everything just... came crashing down. She brought me a drink, and as I drank it, she told me she was a fugitive; that her name wasn't Monica, and that she couldn't live this life anymore."
Shocked beyond belief, Dawn whispered, "Oh, Kevin..." She faintly touched his knee, which caused him to jump a little, like he forgot she was there. He then smiled sadly and placed his hand over hers.
"She said she'd killed her father, and that a woman like her didn't deserve to have a family." He let out a short, bitter laugh. "She thought she was pregnant, but she wasn't. That's when she realized she had to take off. She was a fugitive, and she had to run. She was about to leave, and I tried going after her..." His throat had gone dry, but he pushed forward, "but she'd drugged me. Put something in my drink, because when people found out about her, they'd think I was helping her hide, and she didn't want me to lose my job."
Dawn gasped, covering her mouth for a moment. "No wonder you freaked out when I brought you that drink... God, and I thought you were some paranoid drug addict..." She gave him a guilty look.
"I know, I should have just explained myself then, but... I mean, telling you I was drugged by my fugitive wife isn't a great conversation starter." He gave her an 'am I right or am I right?' look.
"Yeah... that's kind of a hard thing to slip into everyday conversation." She paused to think, then continued. "So I guess at some point she got caught?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Beginning of the week, I overheard some guys at the station talking about a U.S. Marshal transferring a prisoner from Australia to LA. She was going to be held in our jail temporarily. I overhear the name 'Kate' -- that's her real name -- and I look over to see one of them holding her mugshot. Needless to say I was more than a little stressed all day. I get to work the next day... and I hear the plane went down, and they can't find where."
With a troubled look, she squeezed his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"And now, now I don't know. I've hated her for what she did to me, even though I understood why she had to do it, but... why'd she marry me in the first place? And why can't I get over her?" He put his head in his hands in despair.
Dawn slipped her arm around his shoulders. "She fell in love with you, probably the instant she saw you. Maybe she thought a life with you could be possible and wanted to at least give it a try..."
He shrugged, leaning against her. "Maybe. I just can't believe she's gone."
Dawn brushed his hair back and gently kissed his temple. "I know. I'm sorry."
Kevin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I'm so sorry I didn't say anything earlier."
"It's okay..." she whispered, running her fingers through his hair and smiling sadly. "What do you want to do now?"
He sighed heavily, still feeling conflicted inside. "I dunno. I don't know how to get over her. I think-- I think I'm still in love with her, even after all that. I'm sorry; I know that's not fair to you."
Dawn let out a shaky sigh. "That's about what I figured." She pulled away from him. "You're confused and... you don't need some blonde bimbo throwing herself at you." She tried to laugh, but it ended up sounding kind of pained instead.
"Bimbo?! Dawn, no. You're the first woman I've been serious with since her. You're the furthest thing from a bimbo. I just... need some time."
She nodded, looking down at her lap. "I didn't realize h-how much it was going to hurt, falling in love for the first time. I should've but--" Embarrassed by her tears, she stood up. "I should go."
Kevin quickly stood up too. "Dawn?" He paused to turn her towards him. "You mean it? Y-You love me?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
His expression was pained, as he was still completely torn. "Oh, Dawn... I don't want to break up, but it's not fair to make you wait for me. What do you want to do?"
She flinched away from him, sliding her purse onto her shoulder. "I can't... I can't sit around waiting for you to decide if you want me or not. That... I just can't do that."
He nodded solemnly. "Yeah, it's not...right. I'm sorry."
"I'm not. For what it's worth, feeling the way I felt for you, even though it really, REALLY hurts right now..." She broke off, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I can't do this. I have to go."
Swallowing hard, Kevin answered, "Ok, I understand."
"I... I left some stuff here that I sh-should probably get back." She bit her lip again, holding back the tears.
Kevin glanced around the living room. "Do you know what, or should I just send them to you as I find them?"
"I c-can wait for some of the stuff but I know I left one of my textbooks in your bedroom. It must've fell out of my bag when--" She couldn't bring herself to finish and merely gestured towards the bedroom.
"Ok, you can go get it." He moved aside for her. "I'm not sure where..." he trailed off, letting her go.
Dawn went into his bedroom, looking around and having to lift clothes out of the way to finally find her book. She touched the bedsheets faintly for a second, lost in the memories and nearly losing it, but she pulled herself together and came back out to the main room. "Got it. Thanks."
"Ok." He paused, wishing he could say something so it didn't have to end like this. "I, I wish I wasn't so screwed up--"
"You're not screwed up." Then she considered that. "Maybe just a little..."
He laughed despite himself. "Gee, thanks."
Dawn found herself laughing with him, before realizing that she wasn't going to be laughing with him ever again, which caused the tears to spill. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Dawn."
Hugging the book to her chest, she went out the door, pausing for a moment hoping he'd stop her. When he didn't, she shut the door behind her and automatically started crying harder.
Previous: Chapter 7 :: Next: Interlude 3
Authors: nutmeg610 & toxic_corn
Rating: PG - 13
Fandom: Day Break/BSC/Lost crossover (crack, basically)
Disclaimer: We don't own Day Break or Lost or the Baby-sitter's Club books. They belong to those bastards at ABC, and Ann M. Martin and Scholastic Books.
Summary: Now that Mary Anne Spier and Chad Shelten are dating, her step-sister Dawn finds herself wanting to get back into the dating scene. It's perfect timing when the new cop in Chad's office, Kevin, takes an interest in her. But Kevin's got a complicated past that could get in the way of their new relationship.
Author's Note: Yes, this is another delightful crack pairing from toxic_corn and myself! If you're brave enough to read, then we salute you! So have you guys seen Nathan Fillion's appearance on Lost, as Kevin the cop? Yeah, well I figured he'd be the perfect guy for Dawn, especially after Kate jacked him around like she did, and hence, this sequel to Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne was born.
Round Up Post
It's so hard to believe. Kevin's such a great guy, but he has more baggage than even Chad does. Um, don't ever tell Chad I said that about him, ok? But anyways, I feel so bad for Dawn! She went to bed early and I could hear her crying. I wish Kevin would get his act together.
~ snippet of an email from Mary Anne Spier to Kristy Thomas
Kevin's hand shook as he held the phone up to his ear. The line was ringing and he silently prayed that Dawn would pick up. He was ashamed of how he'd left things with her that afternoon and he finally decided that he should grow a pair and explain the whole crazy story to her.
It was only shortly after ten o'clock at night and Dawn was lying in bed asleep. She had gone to bed early because she was depressed about what had happened between her and Kevin.
I wish they all could be California...
Dawn groaned. She really needed to change her cell's ringtone. It was much to cheery for her somber mood. Goddamned Beach Boys...
I wish they all could be California... I wish they all could be California girls...
Shoving aside the pile of used kleenex on her nightstand, Dawn fumbled for her phone. Sleepily, she mumbled, "H'llo?"
"Dawn? Did I wake you?"
".... Kevin?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm sorry, I know it's a bad time to call, I just--" he paused as his voice cracked a little.
Her heart was racing, but she tried to keep calm, quietly asking, "What do you want?"
"I wanted to say I'm sorry... about pushing you away earlier. And, I want to explain everything, if it's not too late..."
"No!" she exclaimed quickly. "No, it's not..."
"Really?" Kevin's voice was so hopeful sounding that it brought tears to Dawn's eyes. "I thought I ruined things with us."
"You came kind of close." She gave a tearful laugh. "But I still lo-- um. Care about you."
On his end of the line, Kevin gave a big, relieved smile. "Would it be too much to ask you to come over now? I don't want to say everything over the phone, but I can wait until tomorrow..."
Dawn was already stumbling out of bed. "No, I-I'll be there! I just need to take a shower, I sort of fell asleep in my clothes..."
"You don't have to... if you stink I won't say anything."
"It's more of a 'feeling gross' kind of thing than a smell issue."
"Oh, ok then." He paused, then added, "Well, I'll be here."
"Kind of figured. See ya." She hung up and started racing around her dark room, half undressing and half freaking out.
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There was a knock on the door, and Kevin finally exhaled for the first time in maybe a minute and a half. He had started to think she had changed her mind and was curled up in bed, fast asleep. He jumped up and answered the door, saying, "Hey, thanks for coming."
Dawn stood straight and tall on the other side of the doorframe, holding her purse strap tightly against her shoulder. Giving a nod, she answered, "Yeah." then looked at him a second. "Are you going to let me in?"
"Oh! Right." He moved aside, feeling like an ass for staring at her, and let her in, then motioned for her to sit on the couch. He sat beside her, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants nervously.
Dawn merely looked at him expectantly.
He exhaled slowly to calm himself. "I'm just wondering how much to tell you so I don't talk your ear off."
"Well, start some place, you're starting to make me nervous, too." Her tone showed him that she really wasn't kidding.
"Oh, ok. Umm, ok." He took one more deep breath before beginning. "A few years back, I met this woman. She worked at a diner I went to all the time. She said her name was Monica, and she was new to Miami." A wistful look suddenly came to his face. "I told her if she needed help finding things around the city, I could help with that. We flirted a bit, and before too long we were dating." He glanced quickly at Dawn to see if she was still following.
Dawn, meanwhile, shifted uncomfortably, not really wanting to hear that part, but listening anyways.
"She never was very open about herself. She said her parents were dead and that she'd moved around alot as a kid. Army brat, she said. Anyways, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. We got married, and settled down into a good life. Looking back on it, she'd always get nervous when I'd mention work stuff, like fugitive reports and stuff, but I thought police work just made her uncomfortable." He shrugged, giving a frown just thinking about the next part. "Then, one day, everything just... came crashing down. She brought me a drink, and as I drank it, she told me she was a fugitive; that her name wasn't Monica, and that she couldn't live this life anymore."
Shocked beyond belief, Dawn whispered, "Oh, Kevin..." She faintly touched his knee, which caused him to jump a little, like he forgot she was there. He then smiled sadly and placed his hand over hers.
"She said she'd killed her father, and that a woman like her didn't deserve to have a family." He let out a short, bitter laugh. "She thought she was pregnant, but she wasn't. That's when she realized she had to take off. She was a fugitive, and she had to run. She was about to leave, and I tried going after her..." His throat had gone dry, but he pushed forward, "but she'd drugged me. Put something in my drink, because when people found out about her, they'd think I was helping her hide, and she didn't want me to lose my job."
Dawn gasped, covering her mouth for a moment. "No wonder you freaked out when I brought you that drink... God, and I thought you were some paranoid drug addict..." She gave him a guilty look.
"I know, I should have just explained myself then, but... I mean, telling you I was drugged by my fugitive wife isn't a great conversation starter." He gave her an 'am I right or am I right?' look.
"Yeah... that's kind of a hard thing to slip into everyday conversation." She paused to think, then continued. "So I guess at some point she got caught?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Beginning of the week, I overheard some guys at the station talking about a U.S. Marshal transferring a prisoner from Australia to LA. She was going to be held in our jail temporarily. I overhear the name 'Kate' -- that's her real name -- and I look over to see one of them holding her mugshot. Needless to say I was more than a little stressed all day. I get to work the next day... and I hear the plane went down, and they can't find where."
With a troubled look, she squeezed his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"And now, now I don't know. I've hated her for what she did to me, even though I understood why she had to do it, but... why'd she marry me in the first place? And why can't I get over her?" He put his head in his hands in despair.
Dawn slipped her arm around his shoulders. "She fell in love with you, probably the instant she saw you. Maybe she thought a life with you could be possible and wanted to at least give it a try..."
He shrugged, leaning against her. "Maybe. I just can't believe she's gone."
Dawn brushed his hair back and gently kissed his temple. "I know. I'm sorry."
Kevin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I'm so sorry I didn't say anything earlier."
"It's okay..." she whispered, running her fingers through his hair and smiling sadly. "What do you want to do now?"
He sighed heavily, still feeling conflicted inside. "I dunno. I don't know how to get over her. I think-- I think I'm still in love with her, even after all that. I'm sorry; I know that's not fair to you."
Dawn let out a shaky sigh. "That's about what I figured." She pulled away from him. "You're confused and... you don't need some blonde bimbo throwing herself at you." She tried to laugh, but it ended up sounding kind of pained instead.
"Bimbo?! Dawn, no. You're the first woman I've been serious with since her. You're the furthest thing from a bimbo. I just... need some time."
She nodded, looking down at her lap. "I didn't realize h-how much it was going to hurt, falling in love for the first time. I should've but--" Embarrassed by her tears, she stood up. "I should go."
Kevin quickly stood up too. "Dawn?" He paused to turn her towards him. "You mean it? Y-You love me?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
His expression was pained, as he was still completely torn. "Oh, Dawn... I don't want to break up, but it's not fair to make you wait for me. What do you want to do?"
She flinched away from him, sliding her purse onto her shoulder. "I can't... I can't sit around waiting for you to decide if you want me or not. That... I just can't do that."
He nodded solemnly. "Yeah, it's not...right. I'm sorry."
"I'm not. For what it's worth, feeling the way I felt for you, even though it really, REALLY hurts right now..." She broke off, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I can't do this. I have to go."
Swallowing hard, Kevin answered, "Ok, I understand."
"I... I left some stuff here that I sh-should probably get back." She bit her lip again, holding back the tears.
Kevin glanced around the living room. "Do you know what, or should I just send them to you as I find them?"
"I c-can wait for some of the stuff but I know I left one of my textbooks in your bedroom. It must've fell out of my bag when--" She couldn't bring herself to finish and merely gestured towards the bedroom.
"Ok, you can go get it." He moved aside for her. "I'm not sure where..." he trailed off, letting her go.
Dawn went into his bedroom, looking around and having to lift clothes out of the way to finally find her book. She touched the bedsheets faintly for a second, lost in the memories and nearly losing it, but she pulled herself together and came back out to the main room. "Got it. Thanks."
"Ok." He paused, wishing he could say something so it didn't have to end like this. "I, I wish I wasn't so screwed up--"
"You're not screwed up." Then she considered that. "Maybe just a little..."
He laughed despite himself. "Gee, thanks."
Dawn found herself laughing with him, before realizing that she wasn't going to be laughing with him ever again, which caused the tears to spill. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Dawn."
Hugging the book to her chest, she went out the door, pausing for a moment hoping he'd stop her. When he didn't, she shut the door behind her and automatically started crying harder.
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