roxy. fic post.

Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV (no, really…)
Pairing: n/a—yet.
Rating: 2 (mildly disturbing imagery brief, but very intense attack of mary-sue-ity, language)
Summary: This is the land of AU-ness. Nothing ever goes the way you think it will. You were warned. *pets you*.

Soooo, that resolve lasted--what, a couple of days? Here she goes again. This one has no pairing as of yet, no sex, no brain-grinding angst, no superpowers. There will be Whitney--there will be Lex. How I'm not completely sure yet. I just love throwing myself into the void. *pulls you with me*

Mariposa

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
~Maya Angelou

“Like I said, I was sitting in the station, yeah, Granville Central train station and boy, they give themselves some airs callin’ themselves Granville…anyway, I’m doing the usual, burying my face in a book so I don’t have to deal with the stares…oh please. Look at me. I’m a large woman of color, out here in the ass ba—in the country. Swear to God, you’d think these people didn’t have TV or something. Half of them look like they’re waiting for me to pull out the eagle and half of them look like they want to hire me to watch their kids…see—you laughin’. You get it.” I shifted my big ass in their little ass chair and checked out the baby cop in front of me. White, and blonde, but cute as hell with big steel blue eyes…

“So, I’m feeling eyes on me—normal in this part of the country—and I look up with the Death Look, and here’s this little boy, and he just…damn, there’s this look on his face, lost and scared and—everything in his eyes, right? You can read his damn face like a book and I was getting a bad feeling. I’m trying to play him off anyway ‘cause sometime all they want is a pop, no matter how fu—‘xcuse me—darn upset they look, y’know?”

I take a sip of the fucking awful coffee they give me and I can’t help making a face, BabyCop makes a face with me, he knows the coffee’s shit.

“So, kid is looking over to the pay phones all nervous like, and lookin’ at me, and some guy comes out, some ugly pasty guy. He looks like a plucked worm, y’know?” Looked like a fucking pervert, s’what he looked like. “Any way, he come over and I’m thinking it’s his pop, he grabs the boy’s arm and tells him to be still and not talk. He touches the kid, and the boy, he flinches. I don’t mean like, ‘Damn, he’s gonna pop me one’, I mean flinch like he’s afraid the guy is gonna beat him ‘til he bleeds, like he’s afraid to death.”

Fuck. I have to stop and breathe a little, shit, that shit upset me. “So, fucker goes back to the phone… oh, thanks, honey, I didn’t think you could smoke anywhere anymore.”
Thank god, beautiful and generous. Cute smile, Lord, forgive me. Nice package too.

“I gotta say, ‘s cigarette’s right on time, damn.” Man, he got some beautiful eyes and let me control my self. “Okay, the fucker goes back to the phones and the boy looks at me like—shit, he’s terrified, and I thought he was even too scared to cry. You seen kids too scared to cry, to make a sound? Right, those are the kids that get the shit kicked out of them on the daily, but this kid, when I sat next to him—yeah, yeah, I’m stupid, I got up and sat next to the boy. And he didn’t freeze me out, you see what I’m sayin’? Right. Abused kids don’t ask for help. Not that age. They hide it. And he asked me, he whispered, ‘help me’.”

Fuck, I had to shiver again. That kid sounded so hopeless, so sure nothing was going to change… “Fucker came back and tried to yell at me, cursin’ and shit, but the ticket guy came running over, and man, that mother fucker took off--ran! Excuse my language but he was lucky as hell, ‘cause I ‘bout ready to kick his narrow whi—his ass. ‘Your pop?’ I asked the kid, and he said no and burst into tears. Fuck.”

Man, I got pissed off all over again, remembering and BabyCop patted my shoulder. Yeah, buddy, sometimes it was good to be old an’ gray. Even if he was more commiserating between dudes than trying to imagine me twenty again. “So that’s it. That’s how we come to call the cops, and that’s how we found that little lost baby.”

BabyCop was thanking me, and taking my number and telling me that they’d probably get in touch and was I going far, and I said, not far enough. Fuck Now I was involved I guess, but…shit. The worst part—I know that mother fucker hurt that kid. He hurt that kid in the worst fucking way, I was sure off it. Life’s a mother fucking bitch and she don’t play. And my ass was cold, ‘cause I gave the kid my jacket…oh well. Shit. He needed it more that me, I guess….

******

He was wrapped up in a red cotton windbreaker, sitting on the exam table when his mother and father were led into the room, and he cried a long time, sitting on his mothers lap, with his dad’s arms around him. His mother cried too, and cried harder when her fingers glanced over the Power Ranger band-aid still on his knee, brown with dirt and old blood. His father’s sobs were the most painful to hear for the boy. In all his life, he could never remember the sound of his father crying. It frightened him almost as much as pain and darkness had.

After several long minutes, the doctor came into the room and led the adults out, to stand in the hall. The boy sat still on the table where he’d been left, trying not to squirm. There was still a little pain. Through an unshuttered window in the wall, he could look out to the hall, and he watched his parents talking to the nice doctor, watched his mother fold up and start to fall, like a broken bird, and his father’s face go pale and white. The boy thought his face was as white as the sheet he was sitting on. He pushed his arms in to the long, long sleeves of the jacket and tried to wrap it around himself, and watched his parents through the glass.

TBC

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sv: mariposa

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ladydey.livejournal.com

I thought you were taking a break?!?

Well, as long as my two favorite fellas are in this land of AU-ness, I'm here.

This seems interesting...

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