Boomtown/Desperate Housewives: David & David, Part 5
Title: David and David
Fandoms: Boomtown, Desperate Housewives
Author: L.A.K.
willos_world
Rating: PG
Summary: What happens when David McNorris meets Dave Williams? What is their connection? How much don’t we know about David Dash? What does it all mean for the residents of Wisteria Lane?
Part 5 of David and David: Katherine gets misunderstood, Susan's world comes crashing down, and Dave goes back to a time before "Dave Williams" was born.
Disclaimer: Boomtown and DH still aren't mine.
Previously on David and David: Prologue | Mary Alice Young | David McNorris | Mike Delfino | Andrea Little | Dave Williams | Jack McNorris
KATHERINE MAYFAIR
Katherine prided herself on one thing above all else: being a good woman. To be the most loving partner in the world, she asked only to be loved in return. To be the most devoted and nurturing mother, she asked only for the happiness of the children she doted on. To be the most generous and loyal friend, she asked only that her friends kept their hands off the man she loved.
Katherine sighed. She sealed the lunch bags, got in the car and began the long, nervous drive. The past few months had been hell, and an ongoing feud with her oldest friend on Wisteria Lane was sapping the life out of her. Now someone had beaten up Mike and all she and Susan could do was compete with each other to show him the most affection.
There was nothing worse than the realisation that you were loneliest when you were with your closest friends.
Somehow she found her way to the carpark at Oak Ridge School. She hesitated, unsure of what the procedure should be. Did she need to go to the office? Talk to the principal? Find Susan?
Katherine stepped out and locked the car, gripping the two lunch bags in her hand. She had only taken a few steps towards the gate when a familiar child’s voice called out to her.
“Katherine!”
Katherine beamed, as the little boy came running towards the fence.
“Hello, MJ!” Katherine replied, crouching in front of him. “Have you eaten lunch?”
MJ shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”
“Thinking about Daddy?” asked Katherine.
MJ nodded.
Katherine reached through the bars in fence and took MJ’s hand. “You know, you really should eat. It’s not healthy to skip meals.” She held up the lunch bags in her other hand. “And I made Paninis and macaroons.”
A warm buttery glow wrapped itself around Katherine’s heart as MJ’s face slowly lit up. She lived for that feeling of warmth. She squeezed the lunch bag through the gap in the fence and watched MJ unwrap and bite into the Panini.
“What the hell is going on here?!” The icy venom of another familiar voice froze Katherine’s heart in its tracks. She managed to straighten her weak knees and soon found herself face to face with Susan, separated only by metal bars.
“Susan, hi!” Katherine held up the other lunch bag. “Listen, I made Panini-”
“Are you trying to bribe my kid?” Susan demanded.
“Am I-bri-No!” Katherine spluttered. “Of course not! I just wanted to talk…”
“Talk,” Susan repeated. “Well, you can talk to me and leave my son out of it.” She glanced down, where Katherine was painfully aware of MJ, looking horribly ashamed with the half-eaten Panini sticking out of his mouth.
“Fine… Can we take it inside then?” asked Katherine. Susan pursed her lips, nodded, and began to walk towards the main building of the school. Katherine scurried around the fence and pushed open the gate to catch up, still clutching the other lunch bag.
She wondered why things got so messed up and if she could ever get her best friend back.
SUSAN MAYER
Susan sat the art room staring absently out the window. On the other side of that glass, happy rich kids ate lunch and played in the carefree manner that only children could harness. And then somewhere out there was her baby MJ. Susan wanted nothing more than to take her son’s pain away but there was little hope of that when she herself was bleeding inside and scarred by fear.
Mike was still in hospital, his body battered and bones broken from a horrific attack. The sudden downpour of rain that day had apparently washed away a great deal of evidence, and Susan had spent a good 10 minutes screaming at the incompetent cops who still had no idea who had beaten up Mike, while Katherine sulked beside her.
“You should go to lunch.” Susan turned from the window to see Jessie, the art teacher entering the room with a steaming mug.
“I’m not hungry,” Susan replied.
“Well, I brought you a decaf soy latté,” said Jessie, placing the mug on one of the tables and taking a seat.
Susan managed a half-smile. “Thanks,” she said politely. She dragged herself to the table and sat across from Jessie.
“How is Mike?” Jessie enquired.
“Well, he has a broken nose, ribs, collarbone and arm but he says he’s okay,” said Susan.
“And you?”
“I’m fine. Really.” Susan looked up to find Jessie staring sharply at her. Sensing her friend was not going to let her off the hook so easily, Susan sighed and went on. “The past few months have been really hard on all of us and this hasn’t helped. MJ’s worried about his dad. And then there’s Katherine and I…” Susan trailed off.
Jessie reached over and put a comforting hand on Susan’s shoulder.
“Katherine is one of my dearest friends,” said Susan, a lump rising in her throat. “But when you’re lucky enough to meet someone and just know they’re the one, nothing’s supposed to get in the way of that. Nothing. At least that’s what I always thought. You see, Mike really is the one for me. We’re supposed to live happily ever after with our son and be the perfect family. But Katherine is ruining all of that. She loves him too and Mike’s so confused and MJ…”
Susan stood up abruptly. “I’m going to go find MJ. Make sure he’s okay.”
Before Jessie could react, Susan went outside and began scouring the playground. Her eyes rested on the boy - unmistakably her son - standing by the fence. Susan caught a flash of red hair on the other side of the fence and stomped over with as much force and conviction as her heels would allow.
“What the hell is going on here?!” she asked. What was Katherine doing with MJ? At school?! Susan looked down and saw MJ guiltily tucking into a sandwich. She felt sick.
“I just wanted to talk,” said Katherine.
Talk.
Inside, Jessie took the cue as soon as she saw Susan and Katherine, leaving the two rivals alone in the art room.
Talk about what? Susan thought bitterly. About how brilliant in the kitchen Katherine was, while Susan - MJ’s mother, for God’s sake - managed to screw up spaghetti?
The seconds ate away and it felt like hours before Katherine finally said, “I thought maybe we could have lunch. You know, like old times.”
Susan glanced at her and looked away regretfully. “I don’t think we can ever go back to old times, Katherine. I think you know that.”
Katherine took a shaky step towards her. “But we can’t go on like this either. It’s no good for anyone; not us, not Mike, not MJ…”
“Stay away from MJ!” Susan snapped, feeling a pang of guilt the moment she saw Katherine’s crestfallen face. “Keep your damn sandwiches away and your perfect little recipes away from him. He is my son!”
They were interrupted by the sound of a revving engine and a deafening crash outside. Screams and cries pierced the air. An emergency alarm went off. Staff began tearing down the corridors outside. With a sense of foreboding in her heart, Susan pushed past them and ran into the playground.
She had thought life couldn’t get any worse.
She was wrong.
DAVE DASH
Little Davey Dash was the boy with the heart of gold. Although his family couldn’t afford many luxuries and his brother Stevie was often his only companion, Davey filled the cramped apartment with his warmth. He always helped their elderly neighbour carry her groceries and shared the cookies she baked for him with the rest of his family.
Sometimes Davey saw a strange man whispering to his mother outside their apartment but she never talked about it and his dad never seemed to notice. One afternoon, Davey locked eyes with the strange man who was leaving their building as he was coming home from the music store with Stevie and his dad. But Davey was perceptive for his age and soon understood it was not his place to ask questions about that.
Lawrence Dash instilled a love of music in his sons from an early age and Dave grew up with a steady diet that included the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, B.B. King, Miles Davis, and countless others. However, as the boys moved into their teens, Steve Dash proved the more talented musician. He also started making friends with different groups of people and getting into trouble with them. It was a worrying trend that continued into college and would eventually land Steve in jail on a series of drug and assault charges.
Dave, on the other hand, remained the perfect son. No one understood loneliness better than Dave Dash and the only way he knew how to cope was to make the only people who truly loved him proud. He studied hard, got good grades, took on a string of jobs to help support his family, and made sure he never cried until the lights were out at night. Eventually he moved to the Eagle State where he fell in love with a pretty girl named Lila.
Over time, Lila coaxed his shyness away. She comforted Dave through his mother’s sickness and death. Finally Dave didn’t have to cry alone anymore. She was there for him when Lawrence succumbed to his shotgun and a broken heart. She was there when Steve was bashed to death in prison. Through every hardship and tragedy in Dave’s life, Lila was the one constant, the beacon of shining light he could depend on. She was his inspiration and motivation. They got married and when Lila gave birth to their daughter Paige, Dave knew life couldn’t get any better.
He had heard people talk about loving someone so much it hurt, but he never knew fairytales could have anything but happy endings.
Dave’s life ended the night Lila and Paige were killed. Truth be told, he liked Dr Heller; but no shrink, no psych ward, no fluffy words of encouragement could save him from what he had become. Dave Dash resigned himself to living inside the body of Dave Williams, guiding him, waiting for the chance to avenge his wife and daughter before joining them in a better place.
But now both of them were trapped in a padded cell with no company but the terrifying ghosts of the past and each other, and no chance that the situation would ever change.
That was, until the day a well-dressed DDA from Los Angeles arrived at Boston Ridgegate Mental Hospital looking for his brother.
Fandoms: Boomtown, Desperate Housewives
Author: L.A.K.
willos_world
Rating: PG
Summary: What happens when David McNorris meets Dave Williams? What is their connection? How much don’t we know about David Dash? What does it all mean for the residents of Wisteria Lane?
Part 5 of David and David: Katherine gets misunderstood, Susan's world comes crashing down, and Dave goes back to a time before "Dave Williams" was born.
Disclaimer: Boomtown and DH still aren't mine.
Previously on David and David: Prologue | Mary Alice Young | David McNorris | Mike Delfino | Andrea Little | Dave Williams | Jack McNorris
KATHERINE MAYFAIR
Katherine prided herself on one thing above all else: being a good woman. To be the most loving partner in the world, she asked only to be loved in return. To be the most devoted and nurturing mother, she asked only for the happiness of the children she doted on. To be the most generous and loyal friend, she asked only that her friends kept their hands off the man she loved.
Katherine sighed. She sealed the lunch bags, got in the car and began the long, nervous drive. The past few months had been hell, and an ongoing feud with her oldest friend on Wisteria Lane was sapping the life out of her. Now someone had beaten up Mike and all she and Susan could do was compete with each other to show him the most affection.
There was nothing worse than the realisation that you were loneliest when you were with your closest friends.
Somehow she found her way to the carpark at Oak Ridge School. She hesitated, unsure of what the procedure should be. Did she need to go to the office? Talk to the principal? Find Susan?
Katherine stepped out and locked the car, gripping the two lunch bags in her hand. She had only taken a few steps towards the gate when a familiar child’s voice called out to her.
“Katherine!”
Katherine beamed, as the little boy came running towards the fence.
“Hello, MJ!” Katherine replied, crouching in front of him. “Have you eaten lunch?”
MJ shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”
“Thinking about Daddy?” asked Katherine.
MJ nodded.
Katherine reached through the bars in fence and took MJ’s hand. “You know, you really should eat. It’s not healthy to skip meals.” She held up the lunch bags in her other hand. “And I made Paninis and macaroons.”
A warm buttery glow wrapped itself around Katherine’s heart as MJ’s face slowly lit up. She lived for that feeling of warmth. She squeezed the lunch bag through the gap in the fence and watched MJ unwrap and bite into the Panini.
“What the hell is going on here?!” The icy venom of another familiar voice froze Katherine’s heart in its tracks. She managed to straighten her weak knees and soon found herself face to face with Susan, separated only by metal bars.
“Susan, hi!” Katherine held up the other lunch bag. “Listen, I made Panini-”
“Are you trying to bribe my kid?” Susan demanded.
“Am I-bri-No!” Katherine spluttered. “Of course not! I just wanted to talk…”
“Talk,” Susan repeated. “Well, you can talk to me and leave my son out of it.” She glanced down, where Katherine was painfully aware of MJ, looking horribly ashamed with the half-eaten Panini sticking out of his mouth.
“Fine… Can we take it inside then?” asked Katherine. Susan pursed her lips, nodded, and began to walk towards the main building of the school. Katherine scurried around the fence and pushed open the gate to catch up, still clutching the other lunch bag.
She wondered why things got so messed up and if she could ever get her best friend back.
SUSAN MAYER
Susan sat the art room staring absently out the window. On the other side of that glass, happy rich kids ate lunch and played in the carefree manner that only children could harness. And then somewhere out there was her baby MJ. Susan wanted nothing more than to take her son’s pain away but there was little hope of that when she herself was bleeding inside and scarred by fear.
Mike was still in hospital, his body battered and bones broken from a horrific attack. The sudden downpour of rain that day had apparently washed away a great deal of evidence, and Susan had spent a good 10 minutes screaming at the incompetent cops who still had no idea who had beaten up Mike, while Katherine sulked beside her.
“You should go to lunch.” Susan turned from the window to see Jessie, the art teacher entering the room with a steaming mug.
“I’m not hungry,” Susan replied.
“Well, I brought you a decaf soy latté,” said Jessie, placing the mug on one of the tables and taking a seat.
Susan managed a half-smile. “Thanks,” she said politely. She dragged herself to the table and sat across from Jessie.
“How is Mike?” Jessie enquired.
“Well, he has a broken nose, ribs, collarbone and arm but he says he’s okay,” said Susan.
“And you?”
“I’m fine. Really.” Susan looked up to find Jessie staring sharply at her. Sensing her friend was not going to let her off the hook so easily, Susan sighed and went on. “The past few months have been really hard on all of us and this hasn’t helped. MJ’s worried about his dad. And then there’s Katherine and I…” Susan trailed off.
Jessie reached over and put a comforting hand on Susan’s shoulder.
“Katherine is one of my dearest friends,” said Susan, a lump rising in her throat. “But when you’re lucky enough to meet someone and just know they’re the one, nothing’s supposed to get in the way of that. Nothing. At least that’s what I always thought. You see, Mike really is the one for me. We’re supposed to live happily ever after with our son and be the perfect family. But Katherine is ruining all of that. She loves him too and Mike’s so confused and MJ…”
Susan stood up abruptly. “I’m going to go find MJ. Make sure he’s okay.”
Before Jessie could react, Susan went outside and began scouring the playground. Her eyes rested on the boy - unmistakably her son - standing by the fence. Susan caught a flash of red hair on the other side of the fence and stomped over with as much force and conviction as her heels would allow.
“What the hell is going on here?!” she asked. What was Katherine doing with MJ? At school?! Susan looked down and saw MJ guiltily tucking into a sandwich. She felt sick.
“I just wanted to talk,” said Katherine.
Talk.
Inside, Jessie took the cue as soon as she saw Susan and Katherine, leaving the two rivals alone in the art room.
Talk about what? Susan thought bitterly. About how brilliant in the kitchen Katherine was, while Susan - MJ’s mother, for God’s sake - managed to screw up spaghetti?
The seconds ate away and it felt like hours before Katherine finally said, “I thought maybe we could have lunch. You know, like old times.”
Susan glanced at her and looked away regretfully. “I don’t think we can ever go back to old times, Katherine. I think you know that.”
Katherine took a shaky step towards her. “But we can’t go on like this either. It’s no good for anyone; not us, not Mike, not MJ…”
“Stay away from MJ!” Susan snapped, feeling a pang of guilt the moment she saw Katherine’s crestfallen face. “Keep your damn sandwiches away and your perfect little recipes away from him. He is my son!”
They were interrupted by the sound of a revving engine and a deafening crash outside. Screams and cries pierced the air. An emergency alarm went off. Staff began tearing down the corridors outside. With a sense of foreboding in her heart, Susan pushed past them and ran into the playground.
She had thought life couldn’t get any worse.
She was wrong.
DAVE DASH
Little Davey Dash was the boy with the heart of gold. Although his family couldn’t afford many luxuries and his brother Stevie was often his only companion, Davey filled the cramped apartment with his warmth. He always helped their elderly neighbour carry her groceries and shared the cookies she baked for him with the rest of his family.
Sometimes Davey saw a strange man whispering to his mother outside their apartment but she never talked about it and his dad never seemed to notice. One afternoon, Davey locked eyes with the strange man who was leaving their building as he was coming home from the music store with Stevie and his dad. But Davey was perceptive for his age and soon understood it was not his place to ask questions about that.
Lawrence Dash instilled a love of music in his sons from an early age and Dave grew up with a steady diet that included the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, B.B. King, Miles Davis, and countless others. However, as the boys moved into their teens, Steve Dash proved the more talented musician. He also started making friends with different groups of people and getting into trouble with them. It was a worrying trend that continued into college and would eventually land Steve in jail on a series of drug and assault charges.
Dave, on the other hand, remained the perfect son. No one understood loneliness better than Dave Dash and the only way he knew how to cope was to make the only people who truly loved him proud. He studied hard, got good grades, took on a string of jobs to help support his family, and made sure he never cried until the lights were out at night. Eventually he moved to the Eagle State where he fell in love with a pretty girl named Lila.
Over time, Lila coaxed his shyness away. She comforted Dave through his mother’s sickness and death. Finally Dave didn’t have to cry alone anymore. She was there for him when Lawrence succumbed to his shotgun and a broken heart. She was there when Steve was bashed to death in prison. Through every hardship and tragedy in Dave’s life, Lila was the one constant, the beacon of shining light he could depend on. She was his inspiration and motivation. They got married and when Lila gave birth to their daughter Paige, Dave knew life couldn’t get any better.
He had heard people talk about loving someone so much it hurt, but he never knew fairytales could have anything but happy endings.
Dave’s life ended the night Lila and Paige were killed. Truth be told, he liked Dr Heller; but no shrink, no psych ward, no fluffy words of encouragement could save him from what he had become. Dave Dash resigned himself to living inside the body of Dave Williams, guiding him, waiting for the chance to avenge his wife and daughter before joining them in a better place.
But now both of them were trapped in a padded cell with no company but the terrifying ghosts of the past and each other, and no chance that the situation would ever change.
That was, until the day a well-dressed DDA from Los Angeles arrived at Boston Ridgegate Mental Hospital looking for his brother.