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The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
The next morning Sam awoke to find himself snuggling Edelaine in his bed. Their warm, bare bodies caressing each others. He blinked a couple of times, making sure this all wasn't just a dream and also wondering at the same time how they both fell asleep so quickly after that passionate moment last night. The clock read 6:50 am...he was thankful he didn't have to be into work until ten, but he wasn't so sure about her. He brushed the thought away, figuring she was fine as he snuggled in closer to her and squeezed his arms around her waist. Softly, he kissed her neck once...then twice...then a third time...
Then Edelaine's phone rang loudy.
Jumping up like she had been electrocuted, Edelaine had a look of horror on her face. "Oh my gosh!" she cried, looking at the clock and then throwing the covers off and darting for her phone, which was in her skirt pocket, laying on the floor.
"Everything alright?" Sam asked, sitting up himself.
Frantically, Edelaine answered the phone. "Hello!?"
Sam focused on her conversation, even though he could only hear one side of it.
"Yes, it's me.....Uh huh.....Yeah, I'm sorry I--.....Yes, I am on my way over now.....No, don't worry I'll be there!" Then she hung up and slipped on her shoes.
Sam repeated his question from before.
"No," Edelaine answered truthfully as she pulled up her skirt and struggled to snap her bra into place. "That was my boss. I was supposed to be over at City Hall by six-thirty before the speech at 7 and now," she stopped, pulling her tank top over her head, "I only have five minutes to get there and I'm not going to make it in time!"
Sitting himself on the edge of the bed now, Sam said, "It'll be alright. You'll make it."
"But the thing is I was supposed to be there BEFORE the speech! I'm never late to anything work related!" She fluffed her hair and threw her purse strap over her shoulder. "I'm sorry Sam, but I really have to go!" She darted for the door.
"Hey," Sam said, gently grabbing her arm. He could see she was a little annoyed, but he pulled her toward him and then down as he kissed her lips. "Last night was great," he whispered, caressing his nose with hers.
"Yes," Edelaine said breathlessly, "it was. Oh I wish I didn't have to go, but I really do!" Then out of the bedroom she went.
"I'll call you tonight," Sam called out.
"Ok!"
And just like that, in a flash, she was gone. Again.
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After Edelaine's abrupt departure, Sam couldn't go back to sleep even though he still felt tired. He got up, showered, cleaned up the prepared dinner from the night before which was now dried and smelly, and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He texted Edelaine to ask her how things were going mostly to let her know he cared. She certainly wouldn't be responding any time soon. A figure approaching his home, out of the corner of his eye from the kitchen window, caused him to look up from his phone. He saw that it was little Evelyn, with slumped shoulders and dragging her feet. In concern, Sam left his breakfast and phone and went outside to meet her.
"Hey Evelyn," he greeted as he closed the door behind him. "How's it going kid?"
Evelyn didn't say a word or even look up at him. She simply dropped the newspaper on the ground and sniffed.
Sam knelt down to her level. "Evelyn?" he asked, lifting her chin up. "You ok?" When he saw the tears in her eyes, he frowned. Now that she was looking into his eyes, she began to cry harder. "Hey," Sam said, standing up while taking her hand. "Come on inside and we can talk about it ok?" Evelyn nodded and followed him.
Once inside, Sam grabbed a tissue for Evelyn, wiped her tears with it and gave it to her to blow her nose with. After she did, Sam tenderly asked, "What's going on?"
Looking down again to hide more incoming tears, Evelyn replied, "My life is over Sam."
"What!?" Sam asked, taken aback. "Why do you say that?"
Finally Evelyn looked him straight in the eye and said, "My parents are getting a divorce." She sobbed.
"Oh Evelyn," Sam sympathized, trying to hold back the tears himself for this lovely girl that he'd gotten to know so well over the past few months. He enveloped her in his arms and said, "I am so sorry!"
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"I tired Sam," Evelyn cried into his shoulder, "I tried...but they wouldn't listen to me."
"Shhh," Sam hushed, while rocking her. "It's ok. This isn't your fault."
Her shoulders shook. "I can't stop crying Sam."
"I know..."
"What am I going to do?"
Sam wasn't exactly sure how to comfort her, but when he let her go and wiped away her tears all he could think to say was, "You just have to keep on breathing. Get through life a day at a time and trust that everything will get better."
Sniffing, Evelyn asked, "But what if it doesn't?"
"It will," Sam assured her, gripping her shoulders. "I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but...it will! It always does. Trust me."
"I do trust you Sam," Evelyn said.
Sam smiled. That warmed his heart. "You're a strong little girl Evelyn. You'll get through this," he said with a pat.
Wiping away another tear, Evelyn said, "Thanks Sam. Thanks for believing in me." This time she gave him a hug. "I love you Sam."
Sam lightly squeezed her and they shared a silent, tender moment together. Then he let her go and glanced up at the clock. "Well, you better go finish your route," he said to her, "you don't want to be late for school."
"I wish I didn't have to go..."
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"I know," Sam said, "but it will help keep your mind off everything. You just keep on breathing for me ok?" He winked.
Evelyn cracked a smile as she headed for the door. "I will," she said, looking back at him.
Sam nodded and waved her goodbye.
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Meanwhile...at the Vanderburg Mansion...
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Renauld Vanderburg led his wife into a secluded area of the house despite her disapproval. "Renauld, WHAT are you doing!?" she cried, "I want to give those people a piece of my mind!"
"Catarina I would highly advise against that." Once he got her in the room, he closed the door from behind him and stood in front of it.
Catarina held her hands on her hips and demanded, "Let me through!"
"No. You're heated up and will most likely say something you're going to regret and it will be all over the news! Is that what you want?"
Huffing, Catarina sat herself down on the nearest sofa in defeat. After a few seconds she admitted, "No."
Renauld sighed in relief. There was silence between the two for a few minutes, until Catarina broke it.
"You just go out there and tell those people to get off our property before I call the police."
Nodding, Renauld said, "I'll have the Butler go do that now," He opened the door and then added, "Stay here, I'll be right back."
When Renauld returned, Catarina still sat on the sofa in the same position...as if she hadn't moved an inch. Her hands were clasped above her knees with her head down low. Tenderly, he approached her.
"Catarina," he began, "Sebastian and I have been talking and," he paused, hesitating, "we're a little worried about you."
Catarina's head shot up. "About what?" she asked with a tone.
"That!" Renauld answered, "Your tone. Your irritability lately. Usually you're so much more composed."
Catarina's eyes lowered in thought. "Yes..." she agreed.
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Because if not, we should get you feeling better before the public starts speculating."
Such is our life, Catarina thought, I hate it. Taking in a deep breath she said, "Well, it has been a while since I've seen the doctor. Perhaps now is a good time."
"I agree," Renauld said, standing up straighter. He pulled out his cell phone. "Shall I give Doctor Al Fahad a call then?"
Catarina stared over at the far wall, thinking. "No!" she answered unexpectedly.
Renauld's brow furrowed.
Still not meeting his questionable gaze, Catarina said again, "No. Get me Doctor Beckett."
Doctor Beckett? Renauld thought. "Sam Beckett?" he asked. "The Scientist!?"
Shooting him a stern look, Catarina said, "He's more than a Scientist dear, he's also a Doctor! Where have you been?"
Renauld shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes...," Catarina continued thoughtfully, still staring at the wall, "he's the one I should see."
"But Catarina I--"
"I TOLD you I want Doctor Beckett!" she yelled. "Now fetch him for me immediately!"
Renauld sighed and complied. "Yes love..."
To be continued...
(Sorry I had more dialogue rather than screenshots in this one, but I had to get the suspense rolling. ;) )
The next morning Sam awoke to find himself snuggling Edelaine in his bed. Their warm, bare bodies caressing each others. He blinked a couple of times, making sure this all wasn't just a dream and also wondering at the same time how they both fell asleep so quickly after that passionate moment last night. The clock read 6:50 am...he was thankful he didn't have to be into work until ten, but he wasn't so sure about her. He brushed the thought away, figuring she was fine as he snuggled in closer to her and squeezed his arms around her waist. Softly, he kissed her neck once...then twice...then a third time...
Then Edelaine's phone rang loudy.
Jumping up like she had been electrocuted, Edelaine had a look of horror on her face. "Oh my gosh!" she cried, looking at the clock and then throwing the covers off and darting for her phone, which was in her skirt pocket, laying on the floor.
"Everything alright?" Sam asked, sitting up himself.
Frantically, Edelaine answered the phone. "Hello!?"
Sam focused on her conversation, even though he could only hear one side of it.
"Yes, it's me.....Uh huh.....Yeah, I'm sorry I--.....Yes, I am on my way over now.....No, don't worry I'll be there!" Then she hung up and slipped on her shoes.
Sam repeated his question from before.
"No," Edelaine answered truthfully as she pulled up her skirt and struggled to snap her bra into place. "That was my boss. I was supposed to be over at City Hall by six-thirty before the speech at 7 and now," she stopped, pulling her tank top over her head, "I only have five minutes to get there and I'm not going to make it in time!"
Sitting himself on the edge of the bed now, Sam said, "It'll be alright. You'll make it."
"But the thing is I was supposed to be there BEFORE the speech! I'm never late to anything work related!" She fluffed her hair and threw her purse strap over her shoulder. "I'm sorry Sam, but I really have to go!" She darted for the door.
"Hey," Sam said, gently grabbing her arm. He could see she was a little annoyed, but he pulled her toward him and then down as he kissed her lips. "Last night was great," he whispered, caressing his nose with hers.
"Yes," Edelaine said breathlessly, "it was. Oh I wish I didn't have to go, but I really do!" Then out of the bedroom she went.
"I'll call you tonight," Sam called out.
"Ok!"
And just like that, in a flash, she was gone. Again.
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After Edelaine's abrupt departure, Sam couldn't go back to sleep even though he still felt tired. He got up, showered, cleaned up the prepared dinner from the night before which was now dried and smelly, and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He texted Edelaine to ask her how things were going mostly to let her know he cared. She certainly wouldn't be responding any time soon. A figure approaching his home, out of the corner of his eye from the kitchen window, caused him to look up from his phone. He saw that it was little Evelyn, with slumped shoulders and dragging her feet. In concern, Sam left his breakfast and phone and went outside to meet her.
"Hey Evelyn," he greeted as he closed the door behind him. "How's it going kid?"
Evelyn didn't say a word or even look up at him. She simply dropped the newspaper on the ground and sniffed.
Sam knelt down to her level. "Evelyn?" he asked, lifting her chin up. "You ok?" When he saw the tears in her eyes, he frowned. Now that she was looking into his eyes, she began to cry harder. "Hey," Sam said, standing up while taking her hand. "Come on inside and we can talk about it ok?" Evelyn nodded and followed him.
Once inside, Sam grabbed a tissue for Evelyn, wiped her tears with it and gave it to her to blow her nose with. After she did, Sam tenderly asked, "What's going on?"
Looking down again to hide more incoming tears, Evelyn replied, "My life is over Sam."
"What!?" Sam asked, taken aback. "Why do you say that?"
Finally Evelyn looked him straight in the eye and said, "My parents are getting a divorce." She sobbed.
"Oh Evelyn," Sam sympathized, trying to hold back the tears himself for this lovely girl that he'd gotten to know so well over the past few months. He enveloped her in his arms and said, "I am so sorry!"
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"I tired Sam," Evelyn cried into his shoulder, "I tried...but they wouldn't listen to me."
"Shhh," Sam hushed, while rocking her. "It's ok. This isn't your fault."
Her shoulders shook. "I can't stop crying Sam."
"I know..."
"What am I going to do?"
Sam wasn't exactly sure how to comfort her, but when he let her go and wiped away her tears all he could think to say was, "You just have to keep on breathing. Get through life a day at a time and trust that everything will get better."
Sniffing, Evelyn asked, "But what if it doesn't?"
"It will," Sam assured her, gripping her shoulders. "I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but...it will! It always does. Trust me."
"I do trust you Sam," Evelyn said.
Sam smiled. That warmed his heart. "You're a strong little girl Evelyn. You'll get through this," he said with a pat.
Wiping away another tear, Evelyn said, "Thanks Sam. Thanks for believing in me." This time she gave him a hug. "I love you Sam."
Sam lightly squeezed her and they shared a silent, tender moment together. Then he let her go and glanced up at the clock. "Well, you better go finish your route," he said to her, "you don't want to be late for school."
"I wish I didn't have to go..."
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"I know," Sam said, "but it will help keep your mind off everything. You just keep on breathing for me ok?" He winked.
Evelyn cracked a smile as she headed for the door. "I will," she said, looking back at him.
Sam nodded and waved her goodbye.
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Meanwhile...at the Vanderburg Mansion...
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Renauld Vanderburg led his wife into a secluded area of the house despite her disapproval. "Renauld, WHAT are you doing!?" she cried, "I want to give those people a piece of my mind!"
"Catarina I would highly advise against that." Once he got her in the room, he closed the door from behind him and stood in front of it.
Catarina held her hands on her hips and demanded, "Let me through!"
"No. You're heated up and will most likely say something you're going to regret and it will be all over the news! Is that what you want?"
Huffing, Catarina sat herself down on the nearest sofa in defeat. After a few seconds she admitted, "No."
Renauld sighed in relief. There was silence between the two for a few minutes, until Catarina broke it.
"You just go out there and tell those people to get off our property before I call the police."
Nodding, Renauld said, "I'll have the Butler go do that now," He opened the door and then added, "Stay here, I'll be right back."
When Renauld returned, Catarina still sat on the sofa in the same position...as if she hadn't moved an inch. Her hands were clasped above her knees with her head down low. Tenderly, he approached her.
"Catarina," he began, "Sebastian and I have been talking and," he paused, hesitating, "we're a little worried about you."
Catarina's head shot up. "About what?" she asked with a tone.
"That!" Renauld answered, "Your tone. Your irritability lately. Usually you're so much more composed."
Catarina's eyes lowered in thought. "Yes..." she agreed.
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Because if not, we should get you feeling better before the public starts speculating."
Such is our life, Catarina thought, I hate it. Taking in a deep breath she said, "Well, it has been a while since I've seen the doctor. Perhaps now is a good time."
"I agree," Renauld said, standing up straighter. He pulled out his cell phone. "Shall I give Doctor Al Fahad a call then?"
Catarina stared over at the far wall, thinking. "No!" she answered unexpectedly.
Renauld's brow furrowed.
Still not meeting his questionable gaze, Catarina said again, "No. Get me Doctor Beckett."
Doctor Beckett? Renauld thought. "Sam Beckett?" he asked. "The Scientist!?"
Shooting him a stern look, Catarina said, "He's more than a Scientist dear, he's also a Doctor! Where have you been?"
Renauld shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes...," Catarina continued thoughtfully, still staring at the wall, "he's the one I should see."
"But Catarina I--"
"I TOLD you I want Doctor Beckett!" she yelled. "Now fetch him for me immediately!"
Renauld sighed and complied. "Yes love..."
To be continued...
(Sorry I had more dialogue rather than screenshots in this one, but I had to get the suspense rolling. ;) )
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