Fic!
Emmerdale fic yay! not connected to the last one.
Title: Inside
Summary: Why is she so sure it wasn’t you?
Notes: obviously this plot never actually got this far [ETA: it turns out that I delayed so long, this plot might actually be vaguely plausible again! Go me!]
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His mother’s the only one who comes to visit. Maisie completely disowned him, and God only knows what they’ve told Will. I’m so sorry darling, it turned out you and Maisie were right and your brother is a murderer.
But he isn’t.
It didn’t hit him until the trial that she wasn’t going to admit to it; she really was going to let him take the blame. And it’s his own fault, for giving her the idea. All framing Ryan did was give her the advantage. And the way she put it to him: she couldn’t go to prison, what about Will? And like a fool, he didn’t think she meant it.
He’s an easy target in here; a spoiled rich kid who throws money at problems to make them go away. His mother looks terrified every time she comes in, and he wants to laugh. He’s learning to fight back, though. He’s going to get through this, and then he’s going to get her back.
And then one day, he’s expecting her to visit, and Declan turns up instead.
Nathan stares at him for a moment. “What do you want?”
”You didn’t do it.” Declan says.
“The jury disagreed.”
“Mm. And a lot of other people besides. Not your mum, though. She was always sure you were innocent. Why is that?”
”Because she’s my mum.”
Declan smiles, like Nathan said something funny. “Well, yeah. But why is she so sure it wasn’t you?”
This could be a test; it occurs to him that she could have sent Declan here to see if Nathan was sticking to the script; twisted, but it’s the kind of thing he’d do.
“Has she said something to you?”
”Yeah.’ Declan says. ‘But I don’t think she meant to. So what I want to know is; why is she so sure you didn’t kill your father?”
Nathan pauses; he has to tread carefully here. If he plays this right, whatever he says now could change everything.
Title: Inside
Summary: Why is she so sure it wasn’t you?
Notes: obviously this plot never actually got this far [ETA: it turns out that I delayed so long, this plot might actually be vaguely plausible again! Go me!]
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His mother’s the only one who comes to visit. Maisie completely disowned him, and God only knows what they’ve told Will. I’m so sorry darling, it turned out you and Maisie were right and your brother is a murderer.
But he isn’t.
It didn’t hit him until the trial that she wasn’t going to admit to it; she really was going to let him take the blame. And it’s his own fault, for giving her the idea. All framing Ryan did was give her the advantage. And the way she put it to him: she couldn’t go to prison, what about Will? And like a fool, he didn’t think she meant it.
He’s an easy target in here; a spoiled rich kid who throws money at problems to make them go away. His mother looks terrified every time she comes in, and he wants to laugh. He’s learning to fight back, though. He’s going to get through this, and then he’s going to get her back.
And then one day, he’s expecting her to visit, and Declan turns up instead.
Nathan stares at him for a moment. “What do you want?”
”You didn’t do it.” Declan says.
“The jury disagreed.”
“Mm. And a lot of other people besides. Not your mum, though. She was always sure you were innocent. Why is that?”
”Because she’s my mum.”
Declan smiles, like Nathan said something funny. “Well, yeah. But why is she so sure it wasn’t you?”
This could be a test; it occurs to him that she could have sent Declan here to see if Nathan was sticking to the script; twisted, but it’s the kind of thing he’d do.
“Has she said something to you?”
”Yeah.’ Declan says. ‘But I don’t think she meant to. So what I want to know is; why is she so sure you didn’t kill your father?”
Nathan pauses; he has to tread carefully here. If he plays this right, whatever he says now could change everything.