From the Beginning (part 20)
I’m soooooooo sorry I haven’t posted in forever!!!! I’ve just had a major case of writer’s block and it’s been a long painful journey to even get this chapter out. But now that I have one done, hopefully the next chapter will come soon. Remember, reviews always help a stubborn writers block! Enjoy!
Title: From the Beginning
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Chuck was enthralled with Olive from that first awkward meeting in the hall. Cholive. Whole series done to cholive-y goodness.
The Legend of Merle McQuoddy
Chuck loved Olive. She loved her with all her heart, and she knew it. She couldn’t ask for anything more than the blonde that was sleeping so peacefully besides her. But at the same time, she felt like there was a place that not even the blonde could fill. Ever since the wounds from her father’s death had been reopened, she couldn’t shake the hollow feeling. Chuck had asked Ned on multiple occasions to let her have that last chance to say goodbye to her father. But he refused.
The brunette lay besides her lover in bed, watching the gentle curve of her breasts beneath her nightgown rise and fall with each breath she took as she slept, and she couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. A smile danced on her lips as Olive muttered something in her sleep, wrinkling her nose in a sniff. The blonde’s hand lifted off her chest, grabbing absently for purchase but finding none. Chuck lifted her hand to meet Olive’s and she grasped it gently, drawing the Dead Girl’s hand against her chest as she slept.
Chuck brushed her lips along Olive’s tan shoulder and sighed. Was it selfish of her to want more when she had already been given so much? Olive’s eyes fluttered open, lids still heavy with sleep. She smiled sleepily when their eyes met, yawning and snuggling into Chuck’s neck. “Mornin’,” she said thickly. “Good morning,” Chuck said kissing her hairline. “You watchin’ me sleep?” she asked, her breath tickling her neck. She didn’t look for an answer, just tangled their legs together, pressing a soft kiss to the smooth skin of Chuck’s neck. Rubbing the back of Olive’s calf with her toes, she drew her closer.
“I guess we should get up,” Olive mumbled, rolling away from Chuck and stretching her limbs luxuriously, getting all the cracks and pops out of her body. The taller woman whined out of loss of contact as Olive rolled out of the bed. Chuck followed wearily, her mind still heavy with questions and wants.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on, despite the flurry of activity and hype over the idea of Dwight. But then, Ned agreed to bring her father back to life. Everything happened so quickly that she wasn’t really sure what was happening, and the next thing she knew, her father was sitting in Ned’s old room. Chuck sat across from him, questions and concerns filling her mind. She loved the fact that her father was back, but she also was haunted by the idea that someone else had died to replace her father.
“So, Button, tell me,” her father said good heartedly as he lounged back in the chair Chuck had placed in the center of Ned’s old room, “You’ve grown up to be a beautiful woman. I always knew you would. So do you have a boyfriend?”
Chuck’s brain froze. She hadn’t anticipated this question from her father, and she had especially not thought of an answer. For the past twenty years she had not seen her father, and he no doubt still looked at her as an innocent little girl. Not the mature woman she was. How was he going to respond to her not only having a girlfriend, but living with her? Chuck desperately wanted to cling to the innocent little girl façade that her father was holding on to.
Twisting uncomfortably in her chair, Chuck stuttered, “W-well.” She pressed her lips together as her father looked at her, the father she had been longing to be reunited with. He leaned forward in his chair expectantly and she sighed. “No, Daddy. No boyfriend.” It wasn’t a total lie. “Do you want a glass of water?” Chuck asked trying to get off the subject. Without waiting for an answer, she went into the next room looking for a working tap. It was then when she heard Ned’s voice billowing, “Chuck!” from the doorway. Panic struck her heart as she looked at the Pie Maker before her, unable to form words. “Charlotte,” her father called from the opposite hall. “It’s okay, Dad,” she said quietly.
Ned’s face grew long in horror as he turned around and saw Charlse Charlse in the doorway. “Dad?” he said as he slowly turned toward Chuck, “You kept your father alive.”
“This looks bad. It is bad. It’s horribly bad.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Charles said, “It’s not like I’m the first ghost he’s seen.” Before Ned or Chuck could respond the words of Lily saying, “He’s up here!” resounded throughout the halls and Chuck dragged her father into the closet, shutting the door behind them.
“Can I just go out there and talk to her?” Charles whispered.
“No! After you were gone Lily and Vivian moved into our old house to look after me. They can’t know you’re alive again.”
“They’re just your aunts.”
“Except for the one that’s my mother.”
“So you know,” Charles said tuening to look at Chuck, stroking her cheek tenderly, “you okay?”
Chuck nodded, holding back tears, overwhelmed by the fatherly affection being doted on her that she had missed for so long. After Lily and Vivian left, Chuck tentatively poked her head out of the closet. “We need to talk,” she said to Ned. “You don’t want to hear what I have to say,” he said, his face clouded with anger and he stormed out the door.
“Button?” her father said sitting down on the recliner in the middle of the room, “I thought you said you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What?”
“Ned.”
“No! He’s not…we’re not.”
“Your daddy is smarter than you think, Button.”
Chuck didn’t answer, just grabbed her coat and headed for the door. “Daddy,” she said putting it over her shoulders, “I need to go talk to someone. Can you stay here until I get back?”
“Of course.” Chuck smiled, blowing him a kiss and heading towards Emerson’s.
The detective was sitting at his desk knitting a gun cozy. “What now?” he said looking at her from over his glasses. “It’s about my dad,” she said wringing her hands together.
“Oh no. Here we go again. I already got rid’a Dwight for you. Now what?”
“I need you to distract Olive for me. Have her help you with some cases or something.”
“What? Why the hell would I do that? You haven’t told her about your Daddy yet, have you?”
“No.”
“And you haven’t told Daddy about her.”
“Well…no.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I don’t know how he would respond.”
“Listen. He’s your Daddy. He’s goin’ to love you no matter what. You’ve got your girl and you love her. I can tell. You two are disgusting together. Gives me a toothache. Your Daddy just wants to see you happy, and anyone can see you two are. So stop getting’ your panties all in a bunch about it and making a mountain into a molehill. Okay?”
Chuck looked down at her feet and nodded like a child being scolded by an elder. Emerson sighed, “I’ll take her on this one case with me. Just until you get everything sorted out.”
Chuck’s head snapped up, “Thank you, Emerson.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But only one case!” Chuck looked up at him gratefully and headed down to the Pie Hole where Olive was serving pies. “Where have you been?” the blonde asked giving Chuck a quick kiss, “I haven’t seen you all day.”
“I’ve been doing…stuff.”
“Stuff? Like what kinda stuff?”
Lightening flashed and thunder clapped, ccausing the lights of the Pie Hole to shut off. “Jiminy Cricket!” Olive said jumping into Chuck’s arms. Chuck laughed slightly, bending down kissing the top of Olive’s ear, her ams around her waist, “It’s just a storm.” Both Emerson and Ned came into the kitchen right then. “The power went out,” Ned said matter-of-factly.
“Well thanks for that enlightening comment,” Emerson said rolling his eyes. Olive slipped out of Chuck’s arms carefully. “There’s a murder. At the light house,” Emerson said sitting on a stool, “They say Merle McQuoddy was seen fleeing the scence.”
“Merle McQuoddy!” Olive said coming from somewhere in the back of the kitchen with a flashlight lighting up her face, casting eerie shadows over her features, “out of all the enigmatic local ghost stories, his is my absolute favorite.”
Chuck smiled softly to herself, watching her girlfriend flounce around the room, tell her ghost story, just as sadness began to flood her heart. Emerson was right, Olive was a big part of her life and she needed to share it with her father. Her thoughts were interrupted when the group screamed and a shadowed figure was standing at the doorway of the Pie Hole. After Elliot McQuoddy left and Emerson and Ned headed for the morgue, Chuck walked up to Olive, holding her from behind.
“Hey, you,” Olive said leaning back against her lover. “Olive,” Chuck said into her hair, “I need to tell you something.”
Olive turned around in Chuck’s arms, holding her hands behind the taller woman’s neck, “What is it, hun?”
Chuck closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Olive’s, sighing. The blonde rubbed Chuck’s neck, trying to release some of the tension that had rested there. “You know how Dwight came around here, sniffing around for my dad’s pocket watch?”
Olive nodded, pulling back again so she could look Chuck’s full face. “Well, Ned woke up my dad, so that we could ask him about Dwight,” Chuck sniffled, feeling the tears that were strangling her words, “and I tricked Ned and made him think that he touched him again but he didn’t and I kept him alive and now he’s upstairs in Ned’s apartment.” The words seemed to spill out of her mouth on their own accord, tripping and falling over each other as sobs began to wrack her body.
The petite blonde held the taller woman’s face in her hands, running her thumbs along her cheekbones and shushing her quietly. “Babe, why are you so upset?” Olive asked, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“That’s exactly what I wanted,” Chuck sniffed, “but I was selfish by keeping my dad alive. I put Ned in danger.” The Dead Girl buried her face in the crook of Olive’s neck, the tension in her muscles leaving as the blonde rubbed circles on her back. “There’s nothing you can do now,” Olive said, “Just make the best of it.” Chuck nodded into her neck, placing a soft kiss on the skin before whispering, “I want you to meet him.”
Olive’s ministrations on her back ceased for a moment, “Now?” Chuck pulled back, looking at Olive’s shocked face, “Please.” Sighing, Olive nodded, being dragged ip the stairs by Chuck before she could even finish agreeing. They stopped outside Ned’s apartment, Olive running her hands through her hair nervously.
“So I look okay?”
“You look beautiful,” Chuck said offering her a chaste kiss before opening the door and walking inside, Olive close behind. “Daddy?” she called into the apartment. “Buttons?” he answered from the living room. Charles Charles was sitting on the couch, cards arranged on the coffee table in some sort of time passing game.
“Hi, Daddy,” Chuck said giving him a hug. Olive hovered nervously behind her, hands behind her back. “Who’s the little one?” Charles asked thought the bandages. “Oh, um,” Chuck stood next to Olive, her tongue suddenly thick and heavy. “I’m Olive,” the blonde said sensing Chuck’s hesitation and giving the man her wide smile as she held out her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Olive,” Charles said taking her hand, “Are you a friend of my Charlotte?”
“Um,” Olive said looking up at Chuck who was staring at her, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Daddy, Olive is…” Chuck said, her voice wavering. Olive’s hand came to rest on the small of her back and she tensed under her touch. The blonde noticed this and dropped her hand, trying not to appear hurt.
“Olive is…my….she’s my…,” she looked at Olive, and back at her father, “Friend.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Olive’s face drop in hurt and confusion and she mentally smacked herself for not telling him the truth. She couldn’t understand why she failed to get past this insecurity of disappointing her father by being gay.
“Well that’s great!” Charles said happily, “It’s nice to know that there’s someone my Charlotte can talk to. Hang around with.”
“Yeah,” Olive said plastering on a fake smile that made Chuck cringe, “we’re just such good buddies!” The last words were dripping in hurt and Chuck wanted to cry. “Uh, we should go,” Chuck said taking Olive’s arm, “Lots of work to do.” Olive pulled her arm from Chuck’s grip as they walked back into the hallway.
“What was that?” Olive hissed at her, “Friends? Friends? I don’t know what kinda friends you’ve had in the past, Charlotte, but to me friends isn’t sleeping together in the Biblical sense.”
“Olive, please understand-“
“Understand? Understand?! You’re ashamed of me! Too ashamed to introduce me as your girlfriend to your father!”
“Sweetie-“
“Oh don’t ‘Sweetie’ me!” Olive said storming into their apartment, “You’re the one who asked me to meet your father! You didn’t tell me it was as friends!”
“Olive-“
“No! I don’t want to talk to you right now. I don’t even want to see your face!”
“Please-“
“Out!” Olive pointed an unwavering finger at the door, her eyes on the ground, not looking up at Chuck as she pleaded to her. Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere at this moment, Chuck shuffled out of the apartment, flinching when the door slammed behind her.
Title: From the Beginning
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Chuck was enthralled with Olive from that first awkward meeting in the hall. Cholive. Whole series done to cholive-y goodness.
The Legend of Merle McQuoddy
Chuck loved Olive. She loved her with all her heart, and she knew it. She couldn’t ask for anything more than the blonde that was sleeping so peacefully besides her. But at the same time, she felt like there was a place that not even the blonde could fill. Ever since the wounds from her father’s death had been reopened, she couldn’t shake the hollow feeling. Chuck had asked Ned on multiple occasions to let her have that last chance to say goodbye to her father. But he refused.
The brunette lay besides her lover in bed, watching the gentle curve of her breasts beneath her nightgown rise and fall with each breath she took as she slept, and she couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. A smile danced on her lips as Olive muttered something in her sleep, wrinkling her nose in a sniff. The blonde’s hand lifted off her chest, grabbing absently for purchase but finding none. Chuck lifted her hand to meet Olive’s and she grasped it gently, drawing the Dead Girl’s hand against her chest as she slept.
Chuck brushed her lips along Olive’s tan shoulder and sighed. Was it selfish of her to want more when she had already been given so much? Olive’s eyes fluttered open, lids still heavy with sleep. She smiled sleepily when their eyes met, yawning and snuggling into Chuck’s neck. “Mornin’,” she said thickly. “Good morning,” Chuck said kissing her hairline. “You watchin’ me sleep?” she asked, her breath tickling her neck. She didn’t look for an answer, just tangled their legs together, pressing a soft kiss to the smooth skin of Chuck’s neck. Rubbing the back of Olive’s calf with her toes, she drew her closer.
“I guess we should get up,” Olive mumbled, rolling away from Chuck and stretching her limbs luxuriously, getting all the cracks and pops out of her body. The taller woman whined out of loss of contact as Olive rolled out of the bed. Chuck followed wearily, her mind still heavy with questions and wants.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on, despite the flurry of activity and hype over the idea of Dwight. But then, Ned agreed to bring her father back to life. Everything happened so quickly that she wasn’t really sure what was happening, and the next thing she knew, her father was sitting in Ned’s old room. Chuck sat across from him, questions and concerns filling her mind. She loved the fact that her father was back, but she also was haunted by the idea that someone else had died to replace her father.
“So, Button, tell me,” her father said good heartedly as he lounged back in the chair Chuck had placed in the center of Ned’s old room, “You’ve grown up to be a beautiful woman. I always knew you would. So do you have a boyfriend?”
Chuck’s brain froze. She hadn’t anticipated this question from her father, and she had especially not thought of an answer. For the past twenty years she had not seen her father, and he no doubt still looked at her as an innocent little girl. Not the mature woman she was. How was he going to respond to her not only having a girlfriend, but living with her? Chuck desperately wanted to cling to the innocent little girl façade that her father was holding on to.
Twisting uncomfortably in her chair, Chuck stuttered, “W-well.” She pressed her lips together as her father looked at her, the father she had been longing to be reunited with. He leaned forward in his chair expectantly and she sighed. “No, Daddy. No boyfriend.” It wasn’t a total lie. “Do you want a glass of water?” Chuck asked trying to get off the subject. Without waiting for an answer, she went into the next room looking for a working tap. It was then when she heard Ned’s voice billowing, “Chuck!” from the doorway. Panic struck her heart as she looked at the Pie Maker before her, unable to form words. “Charlotte,” her father called from the opposite hall. “It’s okay, Dad,” she said quietly.
Ned’s face grew long in horror as he turned around and saw Charlse Charlse in the doorway. “Dad?” he said as he slowly turned toward Chuck, “You kept your father alive.”
“This looks bad. It is bad. It’s horribly bad.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Charles said, “It’s not like I’m the first ghost he’s seen.” Before Ned or Chuck could respond the words of Lily saying, “He’s up here!” resounded throughout the halls and Chuck dragged her father into the closet, shutting the door behind them.
“Can I just go out there and talk to her?” Charles whispered.
“No! After you were gone Lily and Vivian moved into our old house to look after me. They can’t know you’re alive again.”
“They’re just your aunts.”
“Except for the one that’s my mother.”
“So you know,” Charles said tuening to look at Chuck, stroking her cheek tenderly, “you okay?”
Chuck nodded, holding back tears, overwhelmed by the fatherly affection being doted on her that she had missed for so long. After Lily and Vivian left, Chuck tentatively poked her head out of the closet. “We need to talk,” she said to Ned. “You don’t want to hear what I have to say,” he said, his face clouded with anger and he stormed out the door.
“Button?” her father said sitting down on the recliner in the middle of the room, “I thought you said you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What?”
“Ned.”
“No! He’s not…we’re not.”
“Your daddy is smarter than you think, Button.”
Chuck didn’t answer, just grabbed her coat and headed for the door. “Daddy,” she said putting it over her shoulders, “I need to go talk to someone. Can you stay here until I get back?”
“Of course.” Chuck smiled, blowing him a kiss and heading towards Emerson’s.
The detective was sitting at his desk knitting a gun cozy. “What now?” he said looking at her from over his glasses. “It’s about my dad,” she said wringing her hands together.
“Oh no. Here we go again. I already got rid’a Dwight for you. Now what?”
“I need you to distract Olive for me. Have her help you with some cases or something.”
“What? Why the hell would I do that? You haven’t told her about your Daddy yet, have you?”
“No.”
“And you haven’t told Daddy about her.”
“Well…no.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I don’t know how he would respond.”
“Listen. He’s your Daddy. He’s goin’ to love you no matter what. You’ve got your girl and you love her. I can tell. You two are disgusting together. Gives me a toothache. Your Daddy just wants to see you happy, and anyone can see you two are. So stop getting’ your panties all in a bunch about it and making a mountain into a molehill. Okay?”
Chuck looked down at her feet and nodded like a child being scolded by an elder. Emerson sighed, “I’ll take her on this one case with me. Just until you get everything sorted out.”
Chuck’s head snapped up, “Thank you, Emerson.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But only one case!” Chuck looked up at him gratefully and headed down to the Pie Hole where Olive was serving pies. “Where have you been?” the blonde asked giving Chuck a quick kiss, “I haven’t seen you all day.”
“I’ve been doing…stuff.”
“Stuff? Like what kinda stuff?”
Lightening flashed and thunder clapped, ccausing the lights of the Pie Hole to shut off. “Jiminy Cricket!” Olive said jumping into Chuck’s arms. Chuck laughed slightly, bending down kissing the top of Olive’s ear, her ams around her waist, “It’s just a storm.” Both Emerson and Ned came into the kitchen right then. “The power went out,” Ned said matter-of-factly.
“Well thanks for that enlightening comment,” Emerson said rolling his eyes. Olive slipped out of Chuck’s arms carefully. “There’s a murder. At the light house,” Emerson said sitting on a stool, “They say Merle McQuoddy was seen fleeing the scence.”
“Merle McQuoddy!” Olive said coming from somewhere in the back of the kitchen with a flashlight lighting up her face, casting eerie shadows over her features, “out of all the enigmatic local ghost stories, his is my absolute favorite.”
Chuck smiled softly to herself, watching her girlfriend flounce around the room, tell her ghost story, just as sadness began to flood her heart. Emerson was right, Olive was a big part of her life and she needed to share it with her father. Her thoughts were interrupted when the group screamed and a shadowed figure was standing at the doorway of the Pie Hole. After Elliot McQuoddy left and Emerson and Ned headed for the morgue, Chuck walked up to Olive, holding her from behind.
“Hey, you,” Olive said leaning back against her lover. “Olive,” Chuck said into her hair, “I need to tell you something.”
Olive turned around in Chuck’s arms, holding her hands behind the taller woman’s neck, “What is it, hun?”
Chuck closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Olive’s, sighing. The blonde rubbed Chuck’s neck, trying to release some of the tension that had rested there. “You know how Dwight came around here, sniffing around for my dad’s pocket watch?”
Olive nodded, pulling back again so she could look Chuck’s full face. “Well, Ned woke up my dad, so that we could ask him about Dwight,” Chuck sniffled, feeling the tears that were strangling her words, “and I tricked Ned and made him think that he touched him again but he didn’t and I kept him alive and now he’s upstairs in Ned’s apartment.” The words seemed to spill out of her mouth on their own accord, tripping and falling over each other as sobs began to wrack her body.
The petite blonde held the taller woman’s face in her hands, running her thumbs along her cheekbones and shushing her quietly. “Babe, why are you so upset?” Olive asked, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“That’s exactly what I wanted,” Chuck sniffed, “but I was selfish by keeping my dad alive. I put Ned in danger.” The Dead Girl buried her face in the crook of Olive’s neck, the tension in her muscles leaving as the blonde rubbed circles on her back. “There’s nothing you can do now,” Olive said, “Just make the best of it.” Chuck nodded into her neck, placing a soft kiss on the skin before whispering, “I want you to meet him.”
Olive’s ministrations on her back ceased for a moment, “Now?” Chuck pulled back, looking at Olive’s shocked face, “Please.” Sighing, Olive nodded, being dragged ip the stairs by Chuck before she could even finish agreeing. They stopped outside Ned’s apartment, Olive running her hands through her hair nervously.
“So I look okay?”
“You look beautiful,” Chuck said offering her a chaste kiss before opening the door and walking inside, Olive close behind. “Daddy?” she called into the apartment. “Buttons?” he answered from the living room. Charles Charles was sitting on the couch, cards arranged on the coffee table in some sort of time passing game.
“Hi, Daddy,” Chuck said giving him a hug. Olive hovered nervously behind her, hands behind her back. “Who’s the little one?” Charles asked thought the bandages. “Oh, um,” Chuck stood next to Olive, her tongue suddenly thick and heavy. “I’m Olive,” the blonde said sensing Chuck’s hesitation and giving the man her wide smile as she held out her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Olive,” Charles said taking her hand, “Are you a friend of my Charlotte?”
“Um,” Olive said looking up at Chuck who was staring at her, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Daddy, Olive is…” Chuck said, her voice wavering. Olive’s hand came to rest on the small of her back and she tensed under her touch. The blonde noticed this and dropped her hand, trying not to appear hurt.
“Olive is…my….she’s my…,” she looked at Olive, and back at her father, “Friend.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Olive’s face drop in hurt and confusion and she mentally smacked herself for not telling him the truth. She couldn’t understand why she failed to get past this insecurity of disappointing her father by being gay.
“Well that’s great!” Charles said happily, “It’s nice to know that there’s someone my Charlotte can talk to. Hang around with.”
“Yeah,” Olive said plastering on a fake smile that made Chuck cringe, “we’re just such good buddies!” The last words were dripping in hurt and Chuck wanted to cry. “Uh, we should go,” Chuck said taking Olive’s arm, “Lots of work to do.” Olive pulled her arm from Chuck’s grip as they walked back into the hallway.
“What was that?” Olive hissed at her, “Friends? Friends? I don’t know what kinda friends you’ve had in the past, Charlotte, but to me friends isn’t sleeping together in the Biblical sense.”
“Olive, please understand-“
“Understand? Understand?! You’re ashamed of me! Too ashamed to introduce me as your girlfriend to your father!”
“Sweetie-“
“Oh don’t ‘Sweetie’ me!” Olive said storming into their apartment, “You’re the one who asked me to meet your father! You didn’t tell me it was as friends!”
“Olive-“
“No! I don’t want to talk to you right now. I don’t even want to see your face!”
“Please-“
“Out!” Olive pointed an unwavering finger at the door, her eyes on the ground, not looking up at Chuck as she pleaded to her. Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere at this moment, Chuck shuffled out of the apartment, flinching when the door slammed behind her.