Third Watch/Halloween Fic: Blood Ties (2/7)
Title: Blood Ties (2/7)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Also, spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection.
Summary: Evil has come to New York City, hellbent on killing one of the officers at the 55th precinct. Will the rest of the Third Watch crew be able to stop the killer in time? Or will they become victims themselves?
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: The idea for this fic came after watching Halloween Resurrection the day it came out in theatres. Sorry to anyone who *liked* the movie. I personally thought it was awful and I felt the need to try and fix it. And what better way to fix something than by throwing the Third Watch characters in the mix? ;) I've never attempted a horror fic before, and I realize the idea of a Halloween/Third Watch crossover is a bit...bizarre, but I decided to take the challenge. So if you like it, or hate it, please let me know.
Note: I didn't know what Faith's mother's name was, so I just went with Mia since Mia Farrow guest-starred as her mom in "Know Thyself" and I was feeling uncreative name-wise. ;)
Dedication: This one is for CCA, my fellow scary movie viewer. :)
Special thanks to Dem and Bree for encouraging me to go through with this story.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Conclusion
Blood Ties (Part Two)
Apartment of Faith Yokas, New York City
October 30th, 2004--11:21 p.m.
Laurie waited for some flicker of emotion, of shock to appear on Faith's face, but if she was feeling anything, she hid it very well.
"I'm sorry. You must have the wrong person. I don't have a sister."
"Your name is Faith Anderson, right?"
"Was."
"And your parents are Jack and Mia Anderson?"
Now the other woman looked slightly uncomfortable. She nodded slowly, gazing back at Laurie intently, a hint of wariness in her eyes.
Laurie didn't blame her. "Look, I know you don't know me and that you have no reason to trust me, but if you'll let me come in, I can explain everything. Please." She gazed at Faith pleadingly.
After a long moment, Faith nodded again and stepped aside. "Okay. Come in."
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Faith sat tensely at her small kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a fresh mug of hot chocolate.
Across the table, Laurie did the same as she began to speak. Her voice was quiet but steady. "My parents...my real parents died in 1967. In a bad car accident. I was only six and I don't really remember them. I was adopted by another family in town. The Strode's." She paused, sipped her hot chocolate. "When I was seventeen, I found out I had an older brother. His name is Michael."
Faith heard the catch in her voice at her brother's name. It made her feetl even more tense, though she didn't understand why.
"Michael had been institutionalized since he was six years old."
"For what?"
"Murder," Laurie said softly, gazing down at her mug.
Faith stared at her in shock.
"He uh...he killed my older sister on Halloween night. In 1978 he escaped. And...then he tried to kill me."
Realization dawned on her. "Wait a second. Are you talking about--"
Laurie met her eyes. "Michael Myers."
Faith leaned back in her chair and waited for the other woman to continue.
"They were never able to catch him to lock him back up again." Laurie paused. "I'm here because a few weeks ago I found out something that I'd never known. The night that my real parents died, they were on their way to the hospital because my mom was in labor." She swallowed hard. "Apparently the paramedics that arrived on the scene pulled her from the car. She had already died by the time they got her in the ambulance. But they delivered the baby that she was carrying. A healthy baby girl. They took the baby to the hospital, but there were no relatives in Haddonfield, Illinois, and no one knew if there were relatives anywhere else, or how to contact them if there were. So the doctors called DCFS. A few weeks later, the baby...my sister...was adopted. By Jack and Mia Anderson." Laurie looked across the table at her. "That baby girl was you."
Faith shook her head. "It's impossible. I wasn't adopted. I was born and raised here in Manhattan."
"Are you absolutely sure of that?"
She stared at Laurie, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. A tiny bit of doubt crept into her mind.
"I know this is a lot to absorb and I really wish I could have come here for a happy family reunion." She gazed at Faith. "But that's not why I'm here."
Faith waited uncertainly.
"I'm here because I had to warn you that you were in danger." Laurie's eyes held a mixture of fear and sorrow. "He's here."
"Who's here?"
"Michael. He's here, in New York City. Looking for his sisters."
"How do you know that?"
"I've seen him."
There was a long moment of silence as Faith stared at her. Then she slowly rose to her feet. "I have to go."
"I'm sorry if--"
"No. I have to go see my parents." Faith set her mug in the kitchen sink and ran water in it.
"For your sake, I hope I'm wrong," Laurie said softly, also standing.
She folded her arms across her chest and gazed at the woman claiming to be her sister. "Can you meet me tomorrow afternoon?"
Laurie hesitated for a moment. "Where?"
"There's a cafe on the corner of Wood and Martin Luther King."
She nodded. "What time?"
"Around one?"
"I'll be there."
Faith reached for the phone. "Let me call you a cab."
"Thanks."
She dialed the number, ordered a taxi, then hung up the phone again. She was about to say something else when the bell from the church a couple blocks away began to ring. Her gaze flickered to the clock hanging on the wall above the stove. Both hands pointed to the twelve. Midnight.
Their eyes met.
"It's Halloween," Laurie whispered, her voice barely audible.
Faith shivered.
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Home of Jack and Mia Anderson
October 31st, 2004--12:52 p.m.
"What the hell are *you* doing here? Do you know what time it is?" her father demanded, glaring at her as he stood in the open door with his robe on. His breath and clothes smelled of stale alcohol.
"I need to talk to Mom. Where is she?" Faith asked anxiously, pulling her sweatshirt jacket closer to her.
"Are you out of your mind? It's almost 1 a.m.!"
"Jack?" her mother said sleepily. She peered around him and saw her daughter standing there. "Faith? What's the matter? Is something wrong with the kids?"
"No, they're fine." Faith stepped past her father and into the house where she'd grown up. She turned to look at her mom. "I have to ask you something. It's important."
"Better be, coming over here at this damned time of the morning," her father grumbled, shutting the front door.
"Jack, shush," her mother scolded, not taking her eyes off Faith. "What is it?"
Faith drew in a deep breath, not exactly sure what to say, or rather, *how* to say what she needed to. "Are you my real parents?" she blurted out. She watched a startled look cross her mom's face.
"You came over here to ask us that?" her father demanded, disgusted. He shook his head and glared at her.
"I need to know," she answered, feeling a growing sense of urgency build within her.
"Of course we're your real parents," her mother told her, her tone of voice very similar to the one Fred had used when he'd denied having an affair with her friend Holly.
Faith pushed all thoughts of her ex-husband and ex-friend away for the moment. "Please, I need to know the truth, Mom," she pleaded.
"Faith, I don't know what you want me to say."
"Bullshit, Mia! You know *exactly* what she wants to hear. She wants to hear that she could have had a much better life without us raising her," her father snapped. He turned his attention to Faith. "We're the only damned parents you've ever known, you ungrateful bitch! You think we screwed up your life? We could have left you there to be raised by some psychopathic cousin or aunt, but we didn't."
Faith flinched at the hatred in his voice that reflected the same feeling she saw in his eyes when he looked at her. "So it's true. I was adopted?"
"Worst decision we ever made!" he said evenly.
"Don't say that, Jack!" her mother snapped.
She blinked back the tears that stung her eyes.
"Why not? It's the truth. She doesn't want me for a father anymore than I ever wanted her for a daughter. At least now she knows why!"
Her mother took a step toward her. "Don't listen to him, he had too much to drink tonight." She reached out and touched her daughter's cheek. "The truth is, yes, we adopted you. But I loved you like you were my own."
Faith pulled away. "Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded, wiping the tears away from her eyes, refusing to cry in front of her father.
"We wanted to protect you, Faith."
"Does Stanley know?"
Her mother hesitated, then looked at the floor. "No, your brother doesn't know. He was only a year old when we adopted you." She sighed heavily. "After Stanley was born, the doctors told us we couldn't conceive again. I wanted another child. We were living in Illinois at the time. The night we first saw you, we were at the hospital because your brother had swallowed a penny. I overheard the nurses talking about a horrible car crash, and that a baby had survived. They didn't know of any relatives that could take care of you. They were talking about putting you in foster care. So we contacted our lawyer and DCFS. We were surprised that the process didn't take much time, but then we found out why." She looked away.
Faith stared at her. "Because they knew no one would want the baby sister of a psychopathic killer." She felt numb, her whole body cold and stiff.
"They were right," her father replied, glaring at his wife. "I tried to talk her out of it, but she'd already fallen in love with you."
Her mother closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and turned to look at her once more. "As soon as the adoption went through, we moved here, as far away from Haddonfield, Illinois, as we could. We wanted to keep you away from all the publicity and talk that we could keep you away from. We didn't want you to know, Faith. *I* didn't want you to know."
Faith stood rooted to the floor, not even sure how to respond, or how she should feel.
Confusion flickered over her mother's face. "How did you find out?"
"My sister showed up on my doorstep tonight," she murmured, feeling dazed.
"Your sister?" her mother repeated.
"Laurie Strode."
"But that's impossible. Your brother killed her last Halloween!"
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Apartment of Maurice Boscorelli
October 31st, 2004
Bosco was awakened to the sound of distant, but repetitive knocking. He managed to lift his head and open one eye, peering at the clock beside his bed. 2:47 a.m. He closed his eye again and attempted to go back to sleep, but the knocking sound continued.
He scowled and reluctantly pulled himself out of his nice, warm bed. He rubbed his eyes and glanced in the mirror momentarily. He briefly considered pulling on some clothes, but decided whoever was at the door could deal with his t-shirt and boxer shorts. Besides, all he planned on doing was opening the door, yelling at whoever had decided to disturb him at that God-awful time of morning and then going immediately back to bed.
He didn't know exactly what to expect when he pulled open the door, but it definitely wasn't his partner standing there in front o him, her face pale and her entire body shaken. "Faith," he said, alarmed, the sight of her instantly waking him up. Something was wrong.
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have--I woke you up, I'm sorry," she mumbled, turning to walk away.
Without even thinking about it, Bosco reached out and caught her arm. "Hey. What happened? Are you all right?"
When she finally turned to meet his gaze, her blue eyes were brimming with tears. "My whole life has been nothing but lies," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion that she was obviously struggling to conceal.
He stared at her, thrown by her words. "Did Fred show up at your place, say something to you? Because if he did--"
"No, not Fred." She shook her head, a tear sliding down one of her cheeks. She raised a trembling hand to wipe it away.
"Here. Come inside," he told her, worried. As soon as she'd stepped into his apartment, he closed the door behind her, then locked it.
She stood a few feet away, faced in the opposite direction, motionless as he stared at her.
He moved toward her, rested a hand on her back and guided her to the sofa. "Sit down." When she was seated, he pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it around her shoulders. Then he sat down beside her. "What's going on, Faith?"
"I had a visitor tonight," she said, her voice barely audible.
"Who?" he asked, mentally noting to himself to cause severe injury to whoever had upset his best friend so badly.
"My sister."
Bosco frowned. "I didn't know you had a sister."
"Me either," she whispered.
He paused, hoping if he thought long enough, her statement would make sense. When it still didn't, he decided to ask. "What?"
"This woman...Laurie Strode...showed up at my apartment. She said she'd been looking for me. That I was her sister, that our real parents died in a car accident when she was six and I was a baby."
Bosco raised his eyebrows. "So some kook shows up at your door, tells you she's your sister and you just believe her?"
"It's the truth."
"How do you know that?"
"I went to see my parents."
He stared at her, waited for her to continue.
"They told me that they adopted me because after Stanley, they couldn't have anymore children." She opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it quickly when a sob threatened to break free.
Bosco swallowed hard, then gently rubbed her back with one hand. "Okay. So this woman...your sister...just wanted to meet you? Let you know the truth?" he asked, his voice quiet. He knew instinctively there was more--a lot more--than she'd told him yet.
"No," Faith whispered. "She came to warn me."
"About what?" he asked, frowning deeply.
"Our brother."
He paused. "I'm assuming you're not talking about Stanley."
"I wish."
"Okay, what about him? He want to hit you up for money or something?" he asked cursiously.
She hesitated.
"Faith?"
She lifted her eyes to his face and he was startled by how lost she looked. "She came to warn me that he was here in Manhattan."
"I don't think I understand."
A tear escaped the corner of her eye. "My brother's name is Michael. Michael Myers," she said softly.
Bosco stared at her. "Michael Myers?" he repeated, stunned.
Faith nodded slowly, a sad smile on her lips.
He shook his head, the name echoing in his mind and conjuring up images from nightmares he'd had as a kid after hearing the news reports and his parents talking about the killer. He looked back at her, tried to imagine how she must be feeling at that moment, and wordlessly wrapped his arms around her.
She buried her face in his shoulder as he held her. He felt her trembling against him--from shock or fear or cold--maybe all three. He didn't know and he wasn't sure it mattered as he began to rub her back again, trying to soothe her.
After several long, silent moments, she pulled away slightly to look at him. "Everything I've ever known has been a lie," she whispered, teras still shimmering in her eyes. "My parents, my brother, Fred..."
"Faith, don't do this to yourself," Bosco said softly, shaking his head.
Faith gently touched his lips with the tip of her index finger, silencing him. "Everything in my life has been a lie. Except for you."
He gazed at her.
"You've been the only true thing in my life, Bosco," she whispered. "The only one I can count on."
He was a little taken aback by the fact that her words reflected exactly how he'd always felt about her.
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Then she leaned forward and hesitantly brushed her lips against his.
For a second he was sure his heart had stopped.
Then she pulled away, her eyes full of uncertainty.
Bosco couldn't stop himself from reaching out and gently pullng her back to him, their lips meeting again. His eyes closed as the kiss deepened. Warmth spread throughout him and he pulled her even closer, his hands supporting her back and neck as he pulled her onto his lap.
He groaned when her hands slid under his shirt and came to rest against the bare skin of his chest.
The kiss ended and he leaned his head against hers as he tried to catch his breath and she did the same. He could taste the salt from her tears on his lips, could feel the heat radiating from her body.
Faith inched back away from him, but only for a small distance.
Bosco watched as her hands slowly lowered the zipper of the sweatshirt jacket she was wearing. She shrugged out of it almost effortlessly, then reached for the hem of her t-shirt.
He caught her hands, stopped her movement. "Faith..."
She looked at him pleadingly. "I want this."
God help him if he had to be the sane one here. "I do, too, but not like this, not when you're so upset." He took a deep breath, trying to regain what few senses he had left.
"Bosco, please. I need you," Faith whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes again.
He swallowed hard, trying to recall if she'd said those words to him before. No, he thought. He definitely would have remembered if she had. He'd wanted her for as long as he could recall, but had never even allowed himself to seriously indulge in the thought because this was Faith. Why the hell would she ever want someone like him? Let alone need him the way he needed her. She was the strong one, the care taker, the comforter.
And now by some screwed up twist of fate, their roles had been reversed. She was turning to him for comfort, for strength.
Because she needed him.
Faith leaned forward again and kissed him, her hands burning his skin where they rested on his cheeks.
His hands threaded through her hair as he kissed her back, unable to make himself pull away, to stop this before they went too far.
This time her hands dropped to the bottom of his shirt as they kissed and a second later, she had it pulled up, breaking their kiss only long enough to remove the shirt completely, discarding it carelessly onto the floor, instantly kissing him again.
His heart pounded rapidly as she stopped again a moment later and removed her own shirt slowly, doubt in her eyes.
Bosco gazed at her, unable to look away despite the sudden nervousness that flooded him. He didn't even have to wonder about the source of that feeling. He'd slept with plenty of women before and it had never been anything but a good time. But this wasn't just any woman.
This was *Faith.*
The one woman all those others had never measured up to. The one he'd dreamt about, secretly wanted, worshipped and loved from a distance for as long as he could remember though he had never really admitted it to himself before that moment. And she meant *everything* to him.
He leaned forward, gently swept aside her strawberry blond hair and kissed her neck. He felt her hands clutch onto his shoulders, heard her sharp intake of breath as he began tracing circular patterns on her bare back with his fingers as he kissed his way up to her lips again.
"Bosco, please," she whispered between kisses.
He drew back, then reached up and touched her face, forcing her to look at him. He had to be sure that this was what she wanted. He needed to hear the words. He gazed at her intently, silent. Waiting.
As though she was reading his mind, Faith held his gaze and whispered, "Make love to me, Boz. Please."
Their lips met again and didn't part as he stood up and pulled her to her feet and they slowly made their way to his bedroom.
Bosco kicked the door shut behind them as he guided her backward and onto the bed, just as lost in her eyes as she was in his, both unaware of the figure lurking on the street below his apartment window. The figure waiting for just the right moment to unleash his evil.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Also, spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection.
Summary: Evil has come to New York City, hellbent on killing one of the officers at the 55th precinct. Will the rest of the Third Watch crew be able to stop the killer in time? Or will they become victims themselves?
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: The idea for this fic came after watching Halloween Resurrection the day it came out in theatres. Sorry to anyone who *liked* the movie. I personally thought it was awful and I felt the need to try and fix it. And what better way to fix something than by throwing the Third Watch characters in the mix? ;) I've never attempted a horror fic before, and I realize the idea of a Halloween/Third Watch crossover is a bit...bizarre, but I decided to take the challenge. So if you like it, or hate it, please let me know.
Note: I didn't know what Faith's mother's name was, so I just went with Mia since Mia Farrow guest-starred as her mom in "Know Thyself" and I was feeling uncreative name-wise. ;)
Dedication: This one is for CCA, my fellow scary movie viewer. :)
Special thanks to Dem and Bree for encouraging me to go through with this story.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Conclusion
Blood Ties (Part Two)
Apartment of Faith Yokas, New York City
October 30th, 2004--11:21 p.m.
Laurie waited for some flicker of emotion, of shock to appear on Faith's face, but if she was feeling anything, she hid it very well.
"I'm sorry. You must have the wrong person. I don't have a sister."
"Your name is Faith Anderson, right?"
"Was."
"And your parents are Jack and Mia Anderson?"
Now the other woman looked slightly uncomfortable. She nodded slowly, gazing back at Laurie intently, a hint of wariness in her eyes.
Laurie didn't blame her. "Look, I know you don't know me and that you have no reason to trust me, but if you'll let me come in, I can explain everything. Please." She gazed at Faith pleadingly.
After a long moment, Faith nodded again and stepped aside. "Okay. Come in."
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Faith sat tensely at her small kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a fresh mug of hot chocolate.
Across the table, Laurie did the same as she began to speak. Her voice was quiet but steady. "My parents...my real parents died in 1967. In a bad car accident. I was only six and I don't really remember them. I was adopted by another family in town. The Strode's." She paused, sipped her hot chocolate. "When I was seventeen, I found out I had an older brother. His name is Michael."
Faith heard the catch in her voice at her brother's name. It made her feetl even more tense, though she didn't understand why.
"Michael had been institutionalized since he was six years old."
"For what?"
"Murder," Laurie said softly, gazing down at her mug.
Faith stared at her in shock.
"He uh...he killed my older sister on Halloween night. In 1978 he escaped. And...then he tried to kill me."
Realization dawned on her. "Wait a second. Are you talking about--"
Laurie met her eyes. "Michael Myers."
Faith leaned back in her chair and waited for the other woman to continue.
"They were never able to catch him to lock him back up again." Laurie paused. "I'm here because a few weeks ago I found out something that I'd never known. The night that my real parents died, they were on their way to the hospital because my mom was in labor." She swallowed hard. "Apparently the paramedics that arrived on the scene pulled her from the car. She had already died by the time they got her in the ambulance. But they delivered the baby that she was carrying. A healthy baby girl. They took the baby to the hospital, but there were no relatives in Haddonfield, Illinois, and no one knew if there were relatives anywhere else, or how to contact them if there were. So the doctors called DCFS. A few weeks later, the baby...my sister...was adopted. By Jack and Mia Anderson." Laurie looked across the table at her. "That baby girl was you."
Faith shook her head. "It's impossible. I wasn't adopted. I was born and raised here in Manhattan."
"Are you absolutely sure of that?"
She stared at Laurie, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. A tiny bit of doubt crept into her mind.
"I know this is a lot to absorb and I really wish I could have come here for a happy family reunion." She gazed at Faith. "But that's not why I'm here."
Faith waited uncertainly.
"I'm here because I had to warn you that you were in danger." Laurie's eyes held a mixture of fear and sorrow. "He's here."
"Who's here?"
"Michael. He's here, in New York City. Looking for his sisters."
"How do you know that?"
"I've seen him."
There was a long moment of silence as Faith stared at her. Then she slowly rose to her feet. "I have to go."
"I'm sorry if--"
"No. I have to go see my parents." Faith set her mug in the kitchen sink and ran water in it.
"For your sake, I hope I'm wrong," Laurie said softly, also standing.
She folded her arms across her chest and gazed at the woman claiming to be her sister. "Can you meet me tomorrow afternoon?"
Laurie hesitated for a moment. "Where?"
"There's a cafe on the corner of Wood and Martin Luther King."
She nodded. "What time?"
"Around one?"
"I'll be there."
Faith reached for the phone. "Let me call you a cab."
"Thanks."
She dialed the number, ordered a taxi, then hung up the phone again. She was about to say something else when the bell from the church a couple blocks away began to ring. Her gaze flickered to the clock hanging on the wall above the stove. Both hands pointed to the twelve. Midnight.
Their eyes met.
"It's Halloween," Laurie whispered, her voice barely audible.
Faith shivered.
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Home of Jack and Mia Anderson
October 31st, 2004--12:52 p.m.
"What the hell are *you* doing here? Do you know what time it is?" her father demanded, glaring at her as he stood in the open door with his robe on. His breath and clothes smelled of stale alcohol.
"I need to talk to Mom. Where is she?" Faith asked anxiously, pulling her sweatshirt jacket closer to her.
"Are you out of your mind? It's almost 1 a.m.!"
"Jack?" her mother said sleepily. She peered around him and saw her daughter standing there. "Faith? What's the matter? Is something wrong with the kids?"
"No, they're fine." Faith stepped past her father and into the house where she'd grown up. She turned to look at her mom. "I have to ask you something. It's important."
"Better be, coming over here at this damned time of the morning," her father grumbled, shutting the front door.
"Jack, shush," her mother scolded, not taking her eyes off Faith. "What is it?"
Faith drew in a deep breath, not exactly sure what to say, or rather, *how* to say what she needed to. "Are you my real parents?" she blurted out. She watched a startled look cross her mom's face.
"You came over here to ask us that?" her father demanded, disgusted. He shook his head and glared at her.
"I need to know," she answered, feeling a growing sense of urgency build within her.
"Of course we're your real parents," her mother told her, her tone of voice very similar to the one Fred had used when he'd denied having an affair with her friend Holly.
Faith pushed all thoughts of her ex-husband and ex-friend away for the moment. "Please, I need to know the truth, Mom," she pleaded.
"Faith, I don't know what you want me to say."
"Bullshit, Mia! You know *exactly* what she wants to hear. She wants to hear that she could have had a much better life without us raising her," her father snapped. He turned his attention to Faith. "We're the only damned parents you've ever known, you ungrateful bitch! You think we screwed up your life? We could have left you there to be raised by some psychopathic cousin or aunt, but we didn't."
Faith flinched at the hatred in his voice that reflected the same feeling she saw in his eyes when he looked at her. "So it's true. I was adopted?"
"Worst decision we ever made!" he said evenly.
"Don't say that, Jack!" her mother snapped.
She blinked back the tears that stung her eyes.
"Why not? It's the truth. She doesn't want me for a father anymore than I ever wanted her for a daughter. At least now she knows why!"
Her mother took a step toward her. "Don't listen to him, he had too much to drink tonight." She reached out and touched her daughter's cheek. "The truth is, yes, we adopted you. But I loved you like you were my own."
Faith pulled away. "Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded, wiping the tears away from her eyes, refusing to cry in front of her father.
"We wanted to protect you, Faith."
"Does Stanley know?"
Her mother hesitated, then looked at the floor. "No, your brother doesn't know. He was only a year old when we adopted you." She sighed heavily. "After Stanley was born, the doctors told us we couldn't conceive again. I wanted another child. We were living in Illinois at the time. The night we first saw you, we were at the hospital because your brother had swallowed a penny. I overheard the nurses talking about a horrible car crash, and that a baby had survived. They didn't know of any relatives that could take care of you. They were talking about putting you in foster care. So we contacted our lawyer and DCFS. We were surprised that the process didn't take much time, but then we found out why." She looked away.
Faith stared at her. "Because they knew no one would want the baby sister of a psychopathic killer." She felt numb, her whole body cold and stiff.
"They were right," her father replied, glaring at his wife. "I tried to talk her out of it, but she'd already fallen in love with you."
Her mother closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and turned to look at her once more. "As soon as the adoption went through, we moved here, as far away from Haddonfield, Illinois, as we could. We wanted to keep you away from all the publicity and talk that we could keep you away from. We didn't want you to know, Faith. *I* didn't want you to know."
Faith stood rooted to the floor, not even sure how to respond, or how she should feel.
Confusion flickered over her mother's face. "How did you find out?"
"My sister showed up on my doorstep tonight," she murmured, feeling dazed.
"Your sister?" her mother repeated.
"Laurie Strode."
"But that's impossible. Your brother killed her last Halloween!"
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Apartment of Maurice Boscorelli
October 31st, 2004
Bosco was awakened to the sound of distant, but repetitive knocking. He managed to lift his head and open one eye, peering at the clock beside his bed. 2:47 a.m. He closed his eye again and attempted to go back to sleep, but the knocking sound continued.
He scowled and reluctantly pulled himself out of his nice, warm bed. He rubbed his eyes and glanced in the mirror momentarily. He briefly considered pulling on some clothes, but decided whoever was at the door could deal with his t-shirt and boxer shorts. Besides, all he planned on doing was opening the door, yelling at whoever had decided to disturb him at that God-awful time of morning and then going immediately back to bed.
He didn't know exactly what to expect when he pulled open the door, but it definitely wasn't his partner standing there in front o him, her face pale and her entire body shaken. "Faith," he said, alarmed, the sight of her instantly waking him up. Something was wrong.
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have--I woke you up, I'm sorry," she mumbled, turning to walk away.
Without even thinking about it, Bosco reached out and caught her arm. "Hey. What happened? Are you all right?"
When she finally turned to meet his gaze, her blue eyes were brimming with tears. "My whole life has been nothing but lies," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion that she was obviously struggling to conceal.
He stared at her, thrown by her words. "Did Fred show up at your place, say something to you? Because if he did--"
"No, not Fred." She shook her head, a tear sliding down one of her cheeks. She raised a trembling hand to wipe it away.
"Here. Come inside," he told her, worried. As soon as she'd stepped into his apartment, he closed the door behind her, then locked it.
She stood a few feet away, faced in the opposite direction, motionless as he stared at her.
He moved toward her, rested a hand on her back and guided her to the sofa. "Sit down." When she was seated, he pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it around her shoulders. Then he sat down beside her. "What's going on, Faith?"
"I had a visitor tonight," she said, her voice barely audible.
"Who?" he asked, mentally noting to himself to cause severe injury to whoever had upset his best friend so badly.
"My sister."
Bosco frowned. "I didn't know you had a sister."
"Me either," she whispered.
He paused, hoping if he thought long enough, her statement would make sense. When it still didn't, he decided to ask. "What?"
"This woman...Laurie Strode...showed up at my apartment. She said she'd been looking for me. That I was her sister, that our real parents died in a car accident when she was six and I was a baby."
Bosco raised his eyebrows. "So some kook shows up at your door, tells you she's your sister and you just believe her?"
"It's the truth."
"How do you know that?"
"I went to see my parents."
He stared at her, waited for her to continue.
"They told me that they adopted me because after Stanley, they couldn't have anymore children." She opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it quickly when a sob threatened to break free.
Bosco swallowed hard, then gently rubbed her back with one hand. "Okay. So this woman...your sister...just wanted to meet you? Let you know the truth?" he asked, his voice quiet. He knew instinctively there was more--a lot more--than she'd told him yet.
"No," Faith whispered. "She came to warn me."
"About what?" he asked, frowning deeply.
"Our brother."
He paused. "I'm assuming you're not talking about Stanley."
"I wish."
"Okay, what about him? He want to hit you up for money or something?" he asked cursiously.
She hesitated.
"Faith?"
She lifted her eyes to his face and he was startled by how lost she looked. "She came to warn me that he was here in Manhattan."
"I don't think I understand."
A tear escaped the corner of her eye. "My brother's name is Michael. Michael Myers," she said softly.
Bosco stared at her. "Michael Myers?" he repeated, stunned.
Faith nodded slowly, a sad smile on her lips.
He shook his head, the name echoing in his mind and conjuring up images from nightmares he'd had as a kid after hearing the news reports and his parents talking about the killer. He looked back at her, tried to imagine how she must be feeling at that moment, and wordlessly wrapped his arms around her.
She buried her face in his shoulder as he held her. He felt her trembling against him--from shock or fear or cold--maybe all three. He didn't know and he wasn't sure it mattered as he began to rub her back again, trying to soothe her.
After several long, silent moments, she pulled away slightly to look at him. "Everything I've ever known has been a lie," she whispered, teras still shimmering in her eyes. "My parents, my brother, Fred..."
"Faith, don't do this to yourself," Bosco said softly, shaking his head.
Faith gently touched his lips with the tip of her index finger, silencing him. "Everything in my life has been a lie. Except for you."
He gazed at her.
"You've been the only true thing in my life, Bosco," she whispered. "The only one I can count on."
He was a little taken aback by the fact that her words reflected exactly how he'd always felt about her.
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Then she leaned forward and hesitantly brushed her lips against his.
For a second he was sure his heart had stopped.
Then she pulled away, her eyes full of uncertainty.
Bosco couldn't stop himself from reaching out and gently pullng her back to him, their lips meeting again. His eyes closed as the kiss deepened. Warmth spread throughout him and he pulled her even closer, his hands supporting her back and neck as he pulled her onto his lap.
He groaned when her hands slid under his shirt and came to rest against the bare skin of his chest.
The kiss ended and he leaned his head against hers as he tried to catch his breath and she did the same. He could taste the salt from her tears on his lips, could feel the heat radiating from her body.
Faith inched back away from him, but only for a small distance.
Bosco watched as her hands slowly lowered the zipper of the sweatshirt jacket she was wearing. She shrugged out of it almost effortlessly, then reached for the hem of her t-shirt.
He caught her hands, stopped her movement. "Faith..."
She looked at him pleadingly. "I want this."
God help him if he had to be the sane one here. "I do, too, but not like this, not when you're so upset." He took a deep breath, trying to regain what few senses he had left.
"Bosco, please. I need you," Faith whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes again.
He swallowed hard, trying to recall if she'd said those words to him before. No, he thought. He definitely would have remembered if she had. He'd wanted her for as long as he could recall, but had never even allowed himself to seriously indulge in the thought because this was Faith. Why the hell would she ever want someone like him? Let alone need him the way he needed her. She was the strong one, the care taker, the comforter.
And now by some screwed up twist of fate, their roles had been reversed. She was turning to him for comfort, for strength.
Because she needed him.
Faith leaned forward again and kissed him, her hands burning his skin where they rested on his cheeks.
His hands threaded through her hair as he kissed her back, unable to make himself pull away, to stop this before they went too far.
This time her hands dropped to the bottom of his shirt as they kissed and a second later, she had it pulled up, breaking their kiss only long enough to remove the shirt completely, discarding it carelessly onto the floor, instantly kissing him again.
His heart pounded rapidly as she stopped again a moment later and removed her own shirt slowly, doubt in her eyes.
Bosco gazed at her, unable to look away despite the sudden nervousness that flooded him. He didn't even have to wonder about the source of that feeling. He'd slept with plenty of women before and it had never been anything but a good time. But this wasn't just any woman.
This was *Faith.*
The one woman all those others had never measured up to. The one he'd dreamt about, secretly wanted, worshipped and loved from a distance for as long as he could remember though he had never really admitted it to himself before that moment. And she meant *everything* to him.
He leaned forward, gently swept aside her strawberry blond hair and kissed her neck. He felt her hands clutch onto his shoulders, heard her sharp intake of breath as he began tracing circular patterns on her bare back with his fingers as he kissed his way up to her lips again.
"Bosco, please," she whispered between kisses.
He drew back, then reached up and touched her face, forcing her to look at him. He had to be sure that this was what she wanted. He needed to hear the words. He gazed at her intently, silent. Waiting.
As though she was reading his mind, Faith held his gaze and whispered, "Make love to me, Boz. Please."
Their lips met again and didn't part as he stood up and pulled her to her feet and they slowly made their way to his bedroom.
Bosco kicked the door shut behind them as he guided her backward and onto the bed, just as lost in her eyes as she was in his, both unaware of the figure lurking on the street below his apartment window. The figure waiting for just the right moment to unleash his evil.