Tintin: The Sinner of Satchsweet IX
Title: The Sinner of Satchsweet
Authors: ArethaHelena and Rachel (~RaltheCommentator)
Rating: PG-15
Summary: When Rastapopoulus discovered something crucial to Tintin, he decided to use it against him.
Genre: AU (NOT taken from ‘Past, Present, and Future’ and ‘He’s the Boy’, but have several characters, relevance, and storylines from them). Haddock did not raise Tintin in this story, he lived with his parents until they died and he was moved into the orphanage. But still, Myriam hated him with a passion.
Warning: Violence
A/N: This is based on my Tintin RP with ~RaltheCommentator. When the RP turned into a simple story, that’s what happened to this one. I hope you readers like it, and I apologize if there was some irrelevance and stuffs.
Sorry for the long wait, my brother and I moved out my aunt's house, and just settled down. I wish I can tell you more, but that's the truth I can tell.
Prologue: What I Discovered
Chapter One: So-Called Vacation?
Chapter Two: What I Found
Chapter Three: Let Me Tell You
Chapter Four: Scheduled for Demolition, No Trespassing!
Chapter Five: Darkest Fears Emerged
Chapter Six: Insults Made Their Way Out
Chapter Seven: A Very Unusual Morning
Chapter Eight: Helps and Conversations
Chapter Nine: The Injured Man Goes Home
Meanwhile, Haddock found a sea-soaked Snowy waiting in front of Marlinspike Hall, who burst with excitement when he saw Haddock come in. As soon as he came in, he ran through the doggy door, grabbed a photo of Rastapopulous from Haddock's desk in his mouth, and brought it to Haddock back outside, not noticing how much of a trail of sea water he left on the way.
Haddock was enraged. "I know this diplodocus has something to do with all of this! And why are you wet like a used towel?"
Snowy barked once and ran outside. Haddock followed and saw the terrier jumped into a bucket of water. He immediately understood what the dog meant.
"They drowned you?! Blistering barnacles! Tintin won't be happy to hear this! Off to the hospital, Snowy!"
The captain rushed, leaving Snowy who barked and tried to dry himself. Haddock looked back and grimaced at the wet dog. He dried the white animal with a towel before they jumped into the car, cold bottles of whisky settled safely in the backseat.
**
Once Haddock was able to get Snowy to the hospital, he briefed the injured reporter about Snowy's kidnapping and who was responsible for it. Snowy also barked at the direction of the abandoned orphanage from a distance.
"I believe he's trying to say that Rastapopulous was behind that whole scheme of scaring you out of your wits in that orphanage!" Thomson said in his usual know-it-all tone.
"To be precise, scaring him with the fears of his past," Thompson elaborated.
Snowy barked his agreement and Haddock nodded in understanding.
"So, what should we do?" Tintin asked, his voice full of excitement.
"We should go and catch him!" the detectives answered.
Snowy barked again, totally thrilled. They would go to another adventure!
"Have you all some clocks in here? It's getting dark!" Haddock scolded. "You won't get anything in your dim-witted heads in a night! I want some rest!"
Tintin was going to protest, but Haddock glared at him. "Oh no you don't. Don't you dare looking at me like you're Snowy begging for a shot of whisky. You're the one who needs a good night sleep the most, laddie."
"Well, you're right, Captain." Tintin smiled sadly at the detectives. "See you tomorrow, Detectives."
**
To Tintin and Haddock's surprises, Myriam showed up in the morning. She looked tired and there were bags under her eyes, but she smiled slightly when Tintin told her he was getting better. She asked Haddock to have some private time with Tintin, which the captain gave.
"How's Satchsweet?" Tintin asked after some uncomfortable silence.
Myriam lifted her eyebrow. "Same old, same old. Kids are starting to paint the walls and I almost can't hold myself to punish them. We give them papers and they paint the walls? Abominable."
Tintin bit his lip at the flashback of Myriam's 'punishments'. He decided to change the topic. "How could Rastapopoulus relate you to me? My past, I mean?"
"Some street rats told him about me used to running the orphanage, and he interrogated me quite brutally for all I knew about you, Tintin. I didn't want to tell him anything, but he said if I didn't, he'd kill you either way!"
"I get it, I know, Ma'am." Tintin said, noticing she was getting a bit hysterical. "Besides, I'm going home today. We can probably think of something to do."
"Really? That's good."
A while later, a nurse walked in, Haddock and the detectives followed. "Mr. Tintin," she said, a smile tugging on her lips. "The doctors are releasing you now. Once you're given your morphine and wheelchair, you can go home."
Myriam nodded her gratefulness towards her, and Tintin smiled. After she left, Haddock crouched on the sofa with Thompson, while Thomson remained standing since there were no seats left.
"Well, there goes Tintin's only safe haven from Rasta and his ragged thugs," he said, smiling.
"What do you propose we do with you, Tintin? I mean, seeing as you can't walk, let alone run for your life." Thompson asked. "You can settle down for a while before do something."
Haddock almost groaned when he saw the familiar smirk tugging on Tintin's lips. He looked around and saw Myriam's twisted expression and knew that she was thinking the same thing as he was.
"You don't know me well enough then, gentlemen." Tintin said, the smirk still remained.
Both Haddock and Myriam sighed. There goes their little adventures-addicted Tintin, they thought, feeling a bit irritated and worried mixed into one. That dim-witted story hunter never knows when to settle down, does he?
**
The nurse was helping Tintin in his room when Haddock asked Myriam to talk privately.
"Madame, do you mind if you stay at Marlinspike for a while? In case they look for you. Your life is in danger, just like Tintin's and mine."
She stared at him, her face was set motionless. "I'm fine, Monsieur Haddock."
"Do you afraid Tintin won't like it?"
Hm. You're much deeper than people think, Monsieur. Myriam thought. "I think you're smarter than that. Of course he won't like it, even after our civilized conversations. But still, I can manage it on my own. I'll tell you if something happens."
"Alright." Haddock said, staring at her as she prepared to leave.
She had walked towards the doorway when she looked back. "Monsieur Haddock?"
"Hm?"
"Take care of him, okay? I promise I'll find something to help him save the house. And I don't want him to die before I help him."
Haddock was dumbfounded, but he managed a nod before she left.
**
Myriam went back to the orphanage, but she didn't waste her time greeting the kids like she used to do. She went straight to her room and opened her small cabinet. Nothing here. She looked around her neat room and saw her desk.
She opened the drawers one by one until she found what she was looking for. She picked up the card and saw a number written there. She walked out and picked the telephone.
"Good afternoon, Francine Saunders speaking."
"Francine? This is Myriam."
"Oh, hello there, darling!" her old friend said. They had been working together once, fostering children, until Francine got married and moved out. She worked again when her husband died, and both of them had hated Tintin at that time, thanks to her incites. They had been best friends once, and Myriam needed her help. "How are you? How's Satchsweet?"
"It's okay. Now, I need your help."
"What is it, Myriam?"
"Do you still have the letters I gave you?"
"Which one? You gave me so many I have a cupboard only for them, darling."
Myriam snorted. "From Trent."
"Ah, yes, your knight in a shining armour? That gentleman, I still remember when he..."
"Francine!" Myriam snapped. She didn't like to be reminded of her sordid past. Francine wasn't there when she lost her baby and Trent, so she didn't know anything about it. "Do you still have them?"
"I know you'll need them someday, so I didn't burn it like you wanted me to do."
"For once I thank you for your stubbornness, Francine. But can you bring them here? Now? I remember there's one that I haven't opened yet." Myriam closed her eyes, remembering the past. There was a letter Trent had left for her, but in her anger she didn't want to open it. Francine was told to burn it, but she kept it instead.
"For what, darling?"
"I want to save his house. It belongs to his son."
"He has a son?" Francine didn't know that Tintin was Trent's son. She had asked why Tintin looked a bit like Trent but Myriam hadn't responded.
"Yes."
"Alright then, I'll come. See you there."
**
Hours later, the detectives Thompson and Thomson were staring out the darkness. To be precise, Thompson was reading a newspaper and Thomson was staring out the window. Suddenly the phone rang, making them jump out their seats.
"It's your turn, Thompson," Thomson said simply.
"I've answered the phone yesterday!" Thompson answered.
The phone rang.
"And yesterday was actually my turn, so today is still yours."
"But you were out buying canes when the phone rang. So I answered it."
The phone rang.
"Yes, and what day is today?"
"Thursday."
"And whose turn is that?"
"Alright, alright," Thompson jumped out the chair and walked towards the phone. He took it rather angrily. "Hello?"
"Detectives Thompson and Thomson?" a quite-happy voice of a woman asked from the other side of the connection.
"Yes."
"I think I've found something that can help Monsieur Tintin."
Authors: ArethaHelena and Rachel (~RaltheCommentator)
Rating: PG-15
Summary: When Rastapopoulus discovered something crucial to Tintin, he decided to use it against him.
Genre: AU (NOT taken from ‘Past, Present, and Future’ and ‘He’s the Boy’, but have several characters, relevance, and storylines from them). Haddock did not raise Tintin in this story, he lived with his parents until they died and he was moved into the orphanage. But still, Myriam hated him with a passion.
Warning: Violence
A/N: This is based on my Tintin RP with ~RaltheCommentator. When the RP turned into a simple story, that’s what happened to this one. I hope you readers like it, and I apologize if there was some irrelevance and stuffs.
Sorry for the long wait, my brother and I moved out my aunt's house, and just settled down. I wish I can tell you more, but that's the truth I can tell.
Prologue: What I Discovered
Chapter One: So-Called Vacation?
Chapter Two: What I Found
Chapter Three: Let Me Tell You
Chapter Four: Scheduled for Demolition, No Trespassing!
Chapter Five: Darkest Fears Emerged
Chapter Six: Insults Made Their Way Out
Chapter Seven: A Very Unusual Morning
Chapter Eight: Helps and Conversations
Chapter Nine: The Injured Man Goes Home
Meanwhile, Haddock found a sea-soaked Snowy waiting in front of Marlinspike Hall, who burst with excitement when he saw Haddock come in. As soon as he came in, he ran through the doggy door, grabbed a photo of Rastapopulous from Haddock's desk in his mouth, and brought it to Haddock back outside, not noticing how much of a trail of sea water he left on the way.
Haddock was enraged. "I know this diplodocus has something to do with all of this! And why are you wet like a used towel?"
Snowy barked once and ran outside. Haddock followed and saw the terrier jumped into a bucket of water. He immediately understood what the dog meant.
"They drowned you?! Blistering barnacles! Tintin won't be happy to hear this! Off to the hospital, Snowy!"
The captain rushed, leaving Snowy who barked and tried to dry himself. Haddock looked back and grimaced at the wet dog. He dried the white animal with a towel before they jumped into the car, cold bottles of whisky settled safely in the backseat.
**
Once Haddock was able to get Snowy to the hospital, he briefed the injured reporter about Snowy's kidnapping and who was responsible for it. Snowy also barked at the direction of the abandoned orphanage from a distance.
"I believe he's trying to say that Rastapopulous was behind that whole scheme of scaring you out of your wits in that orphanage!" Thomson said in his usual know-it-all tone.
"To be precise, scaring him with the fears of his past," Thompson elaborated.
Snowy barked his agreement and Haddock nodded in understanding.
"So, what should we do?" Tintin asked, his voice full of excitement.
"We should go and catch him!" the detectives answered.
Snowy barked again, totally thrilled. They would go to another adventure!
"Have you all some clocks in here? It's getting dark!" Haddock scolded. "You won't get anything in your dim-witted heads in a night! I want some rest!"
Tintin was going to protest, but Haddock glared at him. "Oh no you don't. Don't you dare looking at me like you're Snowy begging for a shot of whisky. You're the one who needs a good night sleep the most, laddie."
"Well, you're right, Captain." Tintin smiled sadly at the detectives. "See you tomorrow, Detectives."
**
To Tintin and Haddock's surprises, Myriam showed up in the morning. She looked tired and there were bags under her eyes, but she smiled slightly when Tintin told her he was getting better. She asked Haddock to have some private time with Tintin, which the captain gave.
"How's Satchsweet?" Tintin asked after some uncomfortable silence.
Myriam lifted her eyebrow. "Same old, same old. Kids are starting to paint the walls and I almost can't hold myself to punish them. We give them papers and they paint the walls? Abominable."
Tintin bit his lip at the flashback of Myriam's 'punishments'. He decided to change the topic. "How could Rastapopoulus relate you to me? My past, I mean?"
"Some street rats told him about me used to running the orphanage, and he interrogated me quite brutally for all I knew about you, Tintin. I didn't want to tell him anything, but he said if I didn't, he'd kill you either way!"
"I get it, I know, Ma'am." Tintin said, noticing she was getting a bit hysterical. "Besides, I'm going home today. We can probably think of something to do."
"Really? That's good."
A while later, a nurse walked in, Haddock and the detectives followed. "Mr. Tintin," she said, a smile tugging on her lips. "The doctors are releasing you now. Once you're given your morphine and wheelchair, you can go home."
Myriam nodded her gratefulness towards her, and Tintin smiled. After she left, Haddock crouched on the sofa with Thompson, while Thomson remained standing since there were no seats left.
"Well, there goes Tintin's only safe haven from Rasta and his ragged thugs," he said, smiling.
"What do you propose we do with you, Tintin? I mean, seeing as you can't walk, let alone run for your life." Thompson asked. "You can settle down for a while before do something."
Haddock almost groaned when he saw the familiar smirk tugging on Tintin's lips. He looked around and saw Myriam's twisted expression and knew that she was thinking the same thing as he was.
"You don't know me well enough then, gentlemen." Tintin said, the smirk still remained.
Both Haddock and Myriam sighed. There goes their little adventures-addicted Tintin, they thought, feeling a bit irritated and worried mixed into one. That dim-witted story hunter never knows when to settle down, does he?
**
The nurse was helping Tintin in his room when Haddock asked Myriam to talk privately.
"Madame, do you mind if you stay at Marlinspike for a while? In case they look for you. Your life is in danger, just like Tintin's and mine."
She stared at him, her face was set motionless. "I'm fine, Monsieur Haddock."
"Do you afraid Tintin won't like it?"
Hm. You're much deeper than people think, Monsieur. Myriam thought. "I think you're smarter than that. Of course he won't like it, even after our civilized conversations. But still, I can manage it on my own. I'll tell you if something happens."
"Alright." Haddock said, staring at her as she prepared to leave.
She had walked towards the doorway when she looked back. "Monsieur Haddock?"
"Hm?"
"Take care of him, okay? I promise I'll find something to help him save the house. And I don't want him to die before I help him."
Haddock was dumbfounded, but he managed a nod before she left.
**
Myriam went back to the orphanage, but she didn't waste her time greeting the kids like she used to do. She went straight to her room and opened her small cabinet. Nothing here. She looked around her neat room and saw her desk.
She opened the drawers one by one until she found what she was looking for. She picked up the card and saw a number written there. She walked out and picked the telephone.
"Good afternoon, Francine Saunders speaking."
"Francine? This is Myriam."
"Oh, hello there, darling!" her old friend said. They had been working together once, fostering children, until Francine got married and moved out. She worked again when her husband died, and both of them had hated Tintin at that time, thanks to her incites. They had been best friends once, and Myriam needed her help. "How are you? How's Satchsweet?"
"It's okay. Now, I need your help."
"What is it, Myriam?"
"Do you still have the letters I gave you?"
"Which one? You gave me so many I have a cupboard only for them, darling."
Myriam snorted. "From Trent."
"Ah, yes, your knight in a shining armour? That gentleman, I still remember when he..."
"Francine!" Myriam snapped. She didn't like to be reminded of her sordid past. Francine wasn't there when she lost her baby and Trent, so she didn't know anything about it. "Do you still have them?"
"I know you'll need them someday, so I didn't burn it like you wanted me to do."
"For once I thank you for your stubbornness, Francine. But can you bring them here? Now? I remember there's one that I haven't opened yet." Myriam closed her eyes, remembering the past. There was a letter Trent had left for her, but in her anger she didn't want to open it. Francine was told to burn it, but she kept it instead.
"For what, darling?"
"I want to save his house. It belongs to his son."
"He has a son?" Francine didn't know that Tintin was Trent's son. She had asked why Tintin looked a bit like Trent but Myriam hadn't responded.
"Yes."
"Alright then, I'll come. See you there."
**
Hours later, the detectives Thompson and Thomson were staring out the darkness. To be precise, Thompson was reading a newspaper and Thomson was staring out the window. Suddenly the phone rang, making them jump out their seats.
"It's your turn, Thompson," Thomson said simply.
"I've answered the phone yesterday!" Thompson answered.
The phone rang.
"And yesterday was actually my turn, so today is still yours."
"But you were out buying canes when the phone rang. So I answered it."
The phone rang.
"Yes, and what day is today?"
"Thursday."
"And whose turn is that?"
"Alright, alright," Thompson jumped out the chair and walked towards the phone. He took it rather angrily. "Hello?"
"Detectives Thompson and Thomson?" a quite-happy voice of a woman asked from the other side of the connection.
"Yes."
"I think I've found something that can help Monsieur Tintin."