Fic: Fallen (11/?)
Fallen
by Erin Griffin
Fandom: Murder In Suburbia, slight Imagine Me And You crossover
Pairing: Ash/Scribbs, Rachel/Luce
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: ITV owns these characters.
Summary: When Ash falls and hits her head one rainy afternoon, she wakes up without her recent memory. What she does remember leads her to believe she is married to Scribbs, so to help her get better, Scribbs has to care for Ash as her wife, which leads to many new revelations about her partner... and herself.
Warning: This story has heavy angst, mentions of murder (duh), rape, and other unpleasant things, which is why it will only be mentioned. There is also hurt/comfort, something I don't do that much if ever in fic, so we'll see how it all works out.
Chapter 11
After Ash and Scribbs got dressed, the two made their own breakfasts; Ash opting for toast again, and Scribbs choosing a treat she hadn’t had in a couple of months: a sugar puff drink. Surprisingly, the sight of the cereal got no response. Not even a grimace. Instead, just when Scribbs was about to put the lid on the blender, Ash put her hand in the way, then lifted it long enough to put in about a teaspoon of cinnamon. Scribbs stared at the added ingredient in disbelief. Had Ash really the gall to mess with the sugar puff drink? “Try it. I promise I didn’t ruin it,” Ash said.
“How would you know? You won’t go near it,” Scribbs replied, but she pressed the start button after replacing the lid. She watched the specks of brown mix with the pink and the blue. Once completely blended, Scribbs poured about half of it into a glass and took a tentative taste, aware that Ash was watching her closely.
The difference was noticeable right away. ‘Ash just perfected the sugar puff drink. Until now, I thought that was impossible!’ Scribbs thought, but instead she shrugged. “S’okay,” she said nonchalantly.
Ash still grinned in that way that said she'd won. Although. the brunette’s toast popped, so she didn’t get a chance to gloat. The two then sat down together and silently enjoyed their meal.
After a moment, Ash spoke. “I’ve been thinking, yesterday was a nice rest, but I need to do something today. I did some hemming, but I finished far too quickly, and that was before… you know, the calls and such.”
“Hemming?”
“Your brown jacket was ripped, so I fixed it for you. I remember how much you loved that jacket before you changed,” Ash explained.
“Before I changed?” Scribbs asked again, feigning innocence. She wanted to test Ash’s memory some.
“You know you did. I’ve always wanted to tell you that I liked the old Scribbs, but the new look seemed to make you happy, so I never did. You just seemed… more comfortable the other way.”
“Oh,” was all the blonde could say. “Thank you for mending my jacket. I do sort of miss wearing it.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So, er- if you’re so bored around here, what would you like to do today while I slave away at work?”
“You can still call in sick,”
“Not when I’m supposed to be there in half an hour,” Scribbs replied, looking at the clock on the wall.
“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” Ash said lightly, then continued, “I don’t know what I'll do, really. Run some errands, rearrange the furniture a bit. I like what you’ve done with the living room while I was away, but it doesn’t feel right.”
“Change it any way you like, but be careful of your arm; anything bigger than that lamp and I’ll help you.”
“Thank you, Sweetheart.”
“Just do what feels right. You’ll have to drive me into the station, then you can do whatever it is you need to do today.”
Ash nodded and finished her toast.
Scribbs stood and went to her wardrobe, grabbing the brown jacket. She put it on and felt a little more confident, as she always did when she wore it. When she got back into the kitchen, Ash was shrugging into her own coat as she opened and closed her hand a couple of times. Though there was no sign of pain on the brunette’ face, Scribbs still went to help her before going to get her pain medication, just in case. She knew now how well Ash could hide pain. She could only hope that Ash really felt better.
“Is everything alright?” Ash asked, her voice cutting into the blonde’s thoughts before they could bring her mood down any further. Scribbs smiled.
“I was just about to ask you that,” she said.
“I’m fine. My wrist is only sore, but it’ll get better, I think.”
“Good,” Scribbs replied. She searched around for her keys only to see them dangling from Ash’s index finger in front of her face a moment later. “Okay then, let’s go.” The two women left the flat, and right away she saw her elderly neighbor Ms. Joyce, who stared as they walked by hand in hand. They got to the car and Scribbs got in on the left side, something she wasn’t used to doing.
Ash made small chatter as they went along, commenting on the weather, and Scribbs followed along. When they got towards the police station, Ash fell quiet; they’d pulled up almost right next to where she had fallen.
“Give my mobile a ring later and I’ll come get you,” Ash said as Scribbs opened the door. She quickly leaned back and kissed the brunette, who looked pleasantly surprised by it.
“See you tonight,” Scribbs said before leaning in to add, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Ash returned. Scribbs closed the car door. She went up two of the stairs and saw Sullivan there at the top, waving at Ash. When Scribbs turned, she saw Ash waving back, obviously happy to see him, and the slight nervousness Scribbs usually saw was gone. What Scribbs had just witnessed was a greeting between two fairly good friends. There was no sexual tension there at all.
At the top of the stairs, Sullivan said with a smirk, “I saw that.”
“Yeah? You and everyone else.”
“So, things working out okay?”
“Sort of, we had our first row as a married couple, but we worked through it this morning.” An image of their morning activity flashed in her mind, and she immediately turned red. She saw a couple of people giving her a strange look, which meant that those who didn’t know about Ash’s fall the day before certainly knew now. Those looks saved her though, as Sullivan seemed to dare someone to say something, and this gave her face some time to return to normal coloring.
Once they reached Scribbs’ desk, Sullivan said, “I'm not sure what to do with you today, Scribbs. I’ll give you a choice. DI Mathews’ partner is on maternity leave, so you could accompany him on his inquiries or- and I hate to ask you this- but you could stay here and help me with… um, with the paperwork, since I’m buried and can’t get to it.” Sullivan looked apologetic, as if Scribbs might explode for being used as a secretary, but she actually didn’t mind. She didn’t want to go anywhere with DI Mathews. It would’ve been awkward.
Scribbs and DI Mathews had dated once, a long time ago before he’d been promoted. Things were fine at first. He was a nice, handsome funny bloke, but he was crap in bed. Scribbs was willing to go without. It didn’t really matter to her at the time, but his pride had been wounded and he wouldn’t let it go. They'd kept trying different things, but no matter what it was, they just couldn’t seem to get excited for each other, and they broke up after about two months.
Of course, Scribbs wasn’t about to share that information with her boss, so she gave him the second truthful answer. “I’ll stay here. I don’t think I want to go on any inquiries without Ash. I’ll want to be in a place where I can answer the phone if she calls and needs me.” Scribbs said, and Sullivan nodded. “Besides, I offered to help you yesterday.”
“At the time, I thought I’d have the time to get it all done, but then we moved Ash’s stuff, and I was too tired to do anything else come ten o’clock,” muttered her boss, still sounding sheepish.
“No problem. I’m starting to sound like David.” Scribbs said.(um, I don't understand this comment - sorry!) Sullivan smiled, and Scribbs turned on her computer. Sullivan left and came back with two thick folders.
“I just need the white sheets typed. All the others, the yellow and pink, can stay. This folder on top is the most urgent, but I think it can wait until Friday at the latest.” Sullivan said, setting both folders next to her.
“I’m on it,” Scribbs said, opening the folder on top as well as the computer program used to input case information. It was the same program she’s used the day before, only this time she typed in Sullivan’s name and passcode, written on a sticky note instead of her own, and got to work.
“Thank you Scribbs,” Sullivan said and then left her to get her tasks done.
Scribbs’ mind began to wander soon after eleven o’clock. She couldn’t stop it any longer. She wondered, if the accident had never happened, if Ash would have ever come out to her or to anyone. But then, as if the future was more important than the past, she started wondering what Ash was doing that day, what errands she was running at the moment and if her wrist would be able to stay good for them. What exactly did Ash feel she needed done before she felt Scribbs’ flat ‘felt right’?
As if summoned by Scribbs' thoughts , Scribbs’ mobile phone went offand she saw Ash’s number. “Yeah, Love,” she answered.
“Hey, Beautiful, I’m just outside of my bank. Do we not have a joint account?” Ash asked.
“No, we still use our own accounts,” Scribbs said. There was a slight pause.
“We don’t?”
“No, Sweetheart,” Scribbs repeated. When she got some odd looks, she spun in her chair so her back was to the majority of the people in the office at that time, and stared at the wall.
“Oh.”
“I can give you any information you might need to create one. We just… never got around to it.”
”You won’t mind if I create a joint account today?”
“Not at all, let me just move to a spot with more privacy.”
“Alright,” Ash said. “How’s work?”
“Boring without you.”
“No one there for you to annoy?”
“No one here who would put up with it the way you can,” Scribbs replied as she left the office areas and walked outside. She walked around the building to where she saw the small garden and bench. She sat down on the bench and said, “Alright. What information do you need?”
Ash quizzed her on her information, some of which she should have already known, and Scribbs rattled off the answers off the top of her head the best she could. When Ash seemed satisfied, she told Scribbs that she’d have to come with her to finish the application process, to which Scribbs agreed.
Eventually, Ash started to bring the call to a close. "I’ve got to get back inside, it’s a little cold out here at the moment. When we get back home, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Ash said.
Scribbs’ eyebrows rose. “Oh, really?”
“Nothing frilly or anything like that,” Ash said a little quickly, and Scribbs could almost see her roll her eyes. “You’ll see later tonight,”
“Well, okay then,” Scribbs said, “I’ll ring you ‘round three or four.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Scribbs replied. The two women hung up at the same time and Scribbs made her way back to her desk, where her mind began to wander again. She couldn’t help but to be curious about Ash’s surprise. Her partner was right about Scribbs thinking the surprise involved something frilly. If it wasn’t anything like that, then what was it? Had Ash rearranged the furniture already? That wouldn’t actually have surprised Scribbs, as she’d been expecting it even before Ash ever mentioned it. Still, it would be interesting to see what ‘their’ flat looked like in Ash’s mind.
This thought lead Scribbs to wonder what other things Ash might be used to, or what else may have been changed in Ash’s mind. The blonde looked down at her desk, then twisted around to look at her mended brown jacket and smiled when a thought came to her. Ash would be getting a surprise of her own when she got home as well.
by Erin Griffin
Fandom: Murder In Suburbia, slight Imagine Me And You crossover
Pairing: Ash/Scribbs, Rachel/Luce
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: ITV owns these characters.
Summary: When Ash falls and hits her head one rainy afternoon, she wakes up without her recent memory. What she does remember leads her to believe she is married to Scribbs, so to help her get better, Scribbs has to care for Ash as her wife, which leads to many new revelations about her partner... and herself.
Warning: This story has heavy angst, mentions of murder (duh), rape, and other unpleasant things, which is why it will only be mentioned. There is also hurt/comfort, something I don't do that much if ever in fic, so we'll see how it all works out.
Chapter 11
After Ash and Scribbs got dressed, the two made their own breakfasts; Ash opting for toast again, and Scribbs choosing a treat she hadn’t had in a couple of months: a sugar puff drink. Surprisingly, the sight of the cereal got no response. Not even a grimace. Instead, just when Scribbs was about to put the lid on the blender, Ash put her hand in the way, then lifted it long enough to put in about a teaspoon of cinnamon. Scribbs stared at the added ingredient in disbelief. Had Ash really the gall to mess with the sugar puff drink? “Try it. I promise I didn’t ruin it,” Ash said.
“How would you know? You won’t go near it,” Scribbs replied, but she pressed the start button after replacing the lid. She watched the specks of brown mix with the pink and the blue. Once completely blended, Scribbs poured about half of it into a glass and took a tentative taste, aware that Ash was watching her closely.
The difference was noticeable right away. ‘Ash just perfected the sugar puff drink. Until now, I thought that was impossible!’ Scribbs thought, but instead she shrugged. “S’okay,” she said nonchalantly.
Ash still grinned in that way that said she'd won. Although. the brunette’s toast popped, so she didn’t get a chance to gloat. The two then sat down together and silently enjoyed their meal.
After a moment, Ash spoke. “I’ve been thinking, yesterday was a nice rest, but I need to do something today. I did some hemming, but I finished far too quickly, and that was before… you know, the calls and such.”
“Hemming?”
“Your brown jacket was ripped, so I fixed it for you. I remember how much you loved that jacket before you changed,” Ash explained.
“Before I changed?” Scribbs asked again, feigning innocence. She wanted to test Ash’s memory some.
“You know you did. I’ve always wanted to tell you that I liked the old Scribbs, but the new look seemed to make you happy, so I never did. You just seemed… more comfortable the other way.”
“Oh,” was all the blonde could say. “Thank you for mending my jacket. I do sort of miss wearing it.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So, er- if you’re so bored around here, what would you like to do today while I slave away at work?”
“You can still call in sick,”
“Not when I’m supposed to be there in half an hour,” Scribbs replied, looking at the clock on the wall.
“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” Ash said lightly, then continued, “I don’t know what I'll do, really. Run some errands, rearrange the furniture a bit. I like what you’ve done with the living room while I was away, but it doesn’t feel right.”
“Change it any way you like, but be careful of your arm; anything bigger than that lamp and I’ll help you.”
“Thank you, Sweetheart.”
“Just do what feels right. You’ll have to drive me into the station, then you can do whatever it is you need to do today.”
Ash nodded and finished her toast.
Scribbs stood and went to her wardrobe, grabbing the brown jacket. She put it on and felt a little more confident, as she always did when she wore it. When she got back into the kitchen, Ash was shrugging into her own coat as she opened and closed her hand a couple of times. Though there was no sign of pain on the brunette’ face, Scribbs still went to help her before going to get her pain medication, just in case. She knew now how well Ash could hide pain. She could only hope that Ash really felt better.
“Is everything alright?” Ash asked, her voice cutting into the blonde’s thoughts before they could bring her mood down any further. Scribbs smiled.
“I was just about to ask you that,” she said.
“I’m fine. My wrist is only sore, but it’ll get better, I think.”
“Good,” Scribbs replied. She searched around for her keys only to see them dangling from Ash’s index finger in front of her face a moment later. “Okay then, let’s go.” The two women left the flat, and right away she saw her elderly neighbor Ms. Joyce, who stared as they walked by hand in hand. They got to the car and Scribbs got in on the left side, something she wasn’t used to doing.
Ash made small chatter as they went along, commenting on the weather, and Scribbs followed along. When they got towards the police station, Ash fell quiet; they’d pulled up almost right next to where she had fallen.
“Give my mobile a ring later and I’ll come get you,” Ash said as Scribbs opened the door. She quickly leaned back and kissed the brunette, who looked pleasantly surprised by it.
“See you tonight,” Scribbs said before leaning in to add, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Ash returned. Scribbs closed the car door. She went up two of the stairs and saw Sullivan there at the top, waving at Ash. When Scribbs turned, she saw Ash waving back, obviously happy to see him, and the slight nervousness Scribbs usually saw was gone. What Scribbs had just witnessed was a greeting between two fairly good friends. There was no sexual tension there at all.
At the top of the stairs, Sullivan said with a smirk, “I saw that.”
“Yeah? You and everyone else.”
“So, things working out okay?”
“Sort of, we had our first row as a married couple, but we worked through it this morning.” An image of their morning activity flashed in her mind, and she immediately turned red. She saw a couple of people giving her a strange look, which meant that those who didn’t know about Ash’s fall the day before certainly knew now. Those looks saved her though, as Sullivan seemed to dare someone to say something, and this gave her face some time to return to normal coloring.
Once they reached Scribbs’ desk, Sullivan said, “I'm not sure what to do with you today, Scribbs. I’ll give you a choice. DI Mathews’ partner is on maternity leave, so you could accompany him on his inquiries or- and I hate to ask you this- but you could stay here and help me with… um, with the paperwork, since I’m buried and can’t get to it.” Sullivan looked apologetic, as if Scribbs might explode for being used as a secretary, but she actually didn’t mind. She didn’t want to go anywhere with DI Mathews. It would’ve been awkward.
Scribbs and DI Mathews had dated once, a long time ago before he’d been promoted. Things were fine at first. He was a nice, handsome funny bloke, but he was crap in bed. Scribbs was willing to go without. It didn’t really matter to her at the time, but his pride had been wounded and he wouldn’t let it go. They'd kept trying different things, but no matter what it was, they just couldn’t seem to get excited for each other, and they broke up after about two months.
Of course, Scribbs wasn’t about to share that information with her boss, so she gave him the second truthful answer. “I’ll stay here. I don’t think I want to go on any inquiries without Ash. I’ll want to be in a place where I can answer the phone if she calls and needs me.” Scribbs said, and Sullivan nodded. “Besides, I offered to help you yesterday.”
“At the time, I thought I’d have the time to get it all done, but then we moved Ash’s stuff, and I was too tired to do anything else come ten o’clock,” muttered her boss, still sounding sheepish.
“No problem. I’m starting to sound like David.” Scribbs said.(um, I don't understand this comment - sorry!) Sullivan smiled, and Scribbs turned on her computer. Sullivan left and came back with two thick folders.
“I just need the white sheets typed. All the others, the yellow and pink, can stay. This folder on top is the most urgent, but I think it can wait until Friday at the latest.” Sullivan said, setting both folders next to her.
“I’m on it,” Scribbs said, opening the folder on top as well as the computer program used to input case information. It was the same program she’s used the day before, only this time she typed in Sullivan’s name and passcode, written on a sticky note instead of her own, and got to work.
“Thank you Scribbs,” Sullivan said and then left her to get her tasks done.
Scribbs’ mind began to wander soon after eleven o’clock. She couldn’t stop it any longer. She wondered, if the accident had never happened, if Ash would have ever come out to her or to anyone. But then, as if the future was more important than the past, she started wondering what Ash was doing that day, what errands she was running at the moment and if her wrist would be able to stay good for them. What exactly did Ash feel she needed done before she felt Scribbs’ flat ‘felt right’?
As if summoned by Scribbs' thoughts , Scribbs’ mobile phone went offand she saw Ash’s number. “Yeah, Love,” she answered.
“Hey, Beautiful, I’m just outside of my bank. Do we not have a joint account?” Ash asked.
“No, we still use our own accounts,” Scribbs said. There was a slight pause.
“We don’t?”
“No, Sweetheart,” Scribbs repeated. When she got some odd looks, she spun in her chair so her back was to the majority of the people in the office at that time, and stared at the wall.
“Oh.”
“I can give you any information you might need to create one. We just… never got around to it.”
”You won’t mind if I create a joint account today?”
“Not at all, let me just move to a spot with more privacy.”
“Alright,” Ash said. “How’s work?”
“Boring without you.”
“No one there for you to annoy?”
“No one here who would put up with it the way you can,” Scribbs replied as she left the office areas and walked outside. She walked around the building to where she saw the small garden and bench. She sat down on the bench and said, “Alright. What information do you need?”
Ash quizzed her on her information, some of which she should have already known, and Scribbs rattled off the answers off the top of her head the best she could. When Ash seemed satisfied, she told Scribbs that she’d have to come with her to finish the application process, to which Scribbs agreed.
Eventually, Ash started to bring the call to a close. "I’ve got to get back inside, it’s a little cold out here at the moment. When we get back home, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Ash said.
Scribbs’ eyebrows rose. “Oh, really?”
“Nothing frilly or anything like that,” Ash said a little quickly, and Scribbs could almost see her roll her eyes. “You’ll see later tonight,”
“Well, okay then,” Scribbs said, “I’ll ring you ‘round three or four.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Scribbs replied. The two women hung up at the same time and Scribbs made her way back to her desk, where her mind began to wander again. She couldn’t help but to be curious about Ash’s surprise. Her partner was right about Scribbs thinking the surprise involved something frilly. If it wasn’t anything like that, then what was it? Had Ash rearranged the furniture already? That wouldn’t actually have surprised Scribbs, as she’d been expecting it even before Ash ever mentioned it. Still, it would be interesting to see what ‘their’ flat looked like in Ash’s mind.
This thought lead Scribbs to wonder what other things Ash might be used to, or what else may have been changed in Ash’s mind. The blonde looked down at her desk, then twisted around to look at her mended brown jacket and smiled when a thought came to her. Ash would be getting a surprise of her own when she got home as well.