new SGU fic: Five times Emily Young missed Everett after their divorce
Title: Five times Emily Young missed Everett after their divorce
Author: Shenandoah Risu
Rating: PG
Content Flags: sadness
Spoilers: Season 2 "Trial and Error"
Characters: Emily Young, Everett Young, David Telford
Word Count: 843
Summary: She wonders where her little unanswered kiss will eventually end up.
Author's Notes: Written for prompt set #152 at sg1_five_things. In memory of Philip, with gratitude for 17 years of companionship and unconditional love.
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Five times Emily Young missed Everett after their divorce
She comes home from work, and her place is a mess. The open window in the bedroom tells her all she needs to know, and she pulls out her cell phone and calls the police. She looks around. The flatscreen TV and DVR are missing, of course, as is the toaster. Seriously? The toaster? Emily has just moved in a few days prior so everything was still boxed up and obviously the thieves didn’t want to bother looking through everything. She feels a little shaken at the thought of strangers in her new home, and in a good neighborhood to boot. But luckily she has renter’s insurance and the TV and DVR, both brand new, are easily replaced.
Just before the police arrive she notices that her wedding band is gone. She only took it off a few days ago, even though her divorce has been a done deal for weeks. She looks on the floor around the night stand, but it’s just not there anymore. And it hurts her strangely to know that her last memento of Everett is now gone for good. She won’t ever have to explain it to him, but suddenly she misses him, just for a moment.
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Going clothes shopping by herself is something she hasn’t done in a long time. She’s always waited for Everett to be home, and they would spend the day at the mall, and unlike any other man she’s ever known, Everett was a great companion for clothes shopping. He would patiently wait outside the dressing rooms, taking rejects over the top of the door or handing her a different size. She’s not exactly sure where he always went in his head while he stood there, but whenever she needed an opinion he’d always snap to the here and now, and despite the fact that his life consisted mostly of BDUs and his own personal clothing style was slightly frumpy he had a surprisingly keen eye for color and shape, and she could always trust his advice.
After trying on the fifth new bathing suit she gets dressed and just walks out of the store, because she can't make up her mind without his feedback.
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She’s restocking her first aid kit when she comes across a finger splint - Everett’s, from the last time he cracked his pinkie finger. He’s always had a crippled pinkie for as long as she’s known him, and he broke it a few times even so. She remembers the odd angle it would stick out, and the way he couldn’t bend his second joint anymore.
She sticks the splint on her own pinkie, and it’s way too big for her.
Emily has no idea how often she’s patched the man up after he came back injured from god-knows-where having done god-knows-what. She changed his bandages, wrapped his plaster casts so he could shower, made sure he took his medications. Now, nobody needs her to do that anymore, and she puts the splint away, unable to throw it out.
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She’s grateful for David Telford’s company; she always looks forward to him coming over, sharing dinner and a bottle of wine, often staying the night. After his brainwashing was broken he changed, becoming the kindest, most considerate man she can imagine. She knows he’s still friends with Everett but he has the good sense not to mention him around her and keeping the whole sordid Destiny thing out of their relationship.
One morning as he leaves she blows him a kiss just as he reaches the low garden gate. Telford keeps on walking, and she suddenly realizes how much she misses this little gesture of Everett’s - the way he would always turn and blow her a kiss, no matter where they lived - there was a timing to it that they both knew.
And as she watches Telford’s retreating back she wonders where her little unanswered kiss will eventually end up.
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There’s a black cat sitting on her front step as she returns home with the groceries. He runs off as she approaches, but he always seems to be there from then on. She puts out some food and water but he never touches it. She asks around but he doesn’t belong to anyone on her street.
He sleeps on her doormat.
She tries to make friends with him, but he slinks away as soon as she opens the door or tries to come closer. Eventually she calls animal control and they set a trap, but they only catch the neighbor’s fat tabby, and secretly she’s glad the black cat is still out there.
He’s back the next day, watching her, and she's relieved.
And somehow he reminds her of Everett, and she wishes she could at least reach out to him in friendship, but he’s gone from her life now.
One day, months later, the cat disappears. He never comes back, and she cries over all the missed opportunities, the lost chances, the happy days that will never be, and she wonders whether she’ll ever see either one of them again.
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