Fic!!
This is the first story I've up in God knows how long, but I was inspired by last night's Life on Mars and this has been growing in my head all day. It's the beginning of a crossover with Conviction. I'm pretty giving Brian a different background (being raised by his cop uncle, as opposed to his single mother) and seeing where it takes me. It should be an interesting exploration in character development. I've always wanted to do something like this with Brian:)
May 19, 1974
Ray Carling knew who had sent the envelope as soon as he saw the handwriting on it. He’d know his brother’s writing anywhere. He wrote like the nitwit he usually was.
The detective shook his head as he stared at the envelope in his hands. He had really hoped that for once in his life Eddie would to do the right thing. That he would find some place faraway from New York and make a life for himself that didn’t involve Ray. If the envelope was any indication that hadn’t happened. It was postmarked Queens and Ray wasn’t that great with geography, but he was pretty sure that Queens was still in New York. Eddie really was a piece of work. And a stupid one at that.
Part of him wanted to just chuck the envelope. Forget it’d ever seen it. He’d told Eddie that if anyone asked him if he had a brother he would tell ‘em that he had one but he died. He wanted so badly to believe that Eddie was dead to him. That he wasn’t curious about what his brother had to say. That even through it’d been almost a year his thoughts didn’t wander to how his screwed up kid brother was getting along.
He opened up the envelope. The first thing he saw was a ripped piece of lined paper with a scribbled note:
Racer,
I know you don’t want to hear from me, but you have a nephew. We named him Brian Raymond and he’s almost a month old. I’m trying really hard to do right by him and his mother. It’s nice to finally have something that’s mine.
Eddie
Behind the note was a black and white picture of a newborn. It was like looking at a baby picture of Eddie. A wave of nostalgia washed over him and he was remembered his father telling him that since he was a big brother now it was his job to keep his little brother out of trouble. It turned out to be the toughest job he’d never signed up for.
Ray let the picture and note fall to his coffee table as he wished he’d never opened the envelope.
May 19, 1974
Ray Carling knew who had sent the envelope as soon as he saw the handwriting on it. He’d know his brother’s writing anywhere. He wrote like the nitwit he usually was.
The detective shook his head as he stared at the envelope in his hands. He had really hoped that for once in his life Eddie would to do the right thing. That he would find some place faraway from New York and make a life for himself that didn’t involve Ray. If the envelope was any indication that hadn’t happened. It was postmarked Queens and Ray wasn’t that great with geography, but he was pretty sure that Queens was still in New York. Eddie really was a piece of work. And a stupid one at that.
Part of him wanted to just chuck the envelope. Forget it’d ever seen it. He’d told Eddie that if anyone asked him if he had a brother he would tell ‘em that he had one but he died. He wanted so badly to believe that Eddie was dead to him. That he wasn’t curious about what his brother had to say. That even through it’d been almost a year his thoughts didn’t wander to how his screwed up kid brother was getting along.
He opened up the envelope. The first thing he saw was a ripped piece of lined paper with a scribbled note:
Racer,
I know you don’t want to hear from me, but you have a nephew. We named him Brian Raymond and he’s almost a month old. I’m trying really hard to do right by him and his mother. It’s nice to finally have something that’s mine.
Eddie
Behind the note was a black and white picture of a newborn. It was like looking at a baby picture of Eddie. A wave of nostalgia washed over him and he was remembered his father telling him that since he was a big brother now it was his job to keep his little brother out of trouble. It turned out to be the toughest job he’d never signed up for.
Ray let the picture and note fall to his coffee table as he wished he’d never opened the envelope.