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New York to Dallas dream sequence
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Spoilers possibly. Takes place in between ny2d and celebrity.
please note that this depicts though not too graphically, a rape of a minor and other gross nastiness. Eve's head is so full of torture and mystery that it makes it hard to get into her head and talk about rainbows and puppies. i just think that Nora skipped a lot of what Roarke and Eve must have went through those first few weeks back from Dallas. this is one of the sequences that I wrote afterwords.
as always, leave a comment if you read i enjoy the feedback. message me if you have a request for anything as well. thanks
xoxoxox
p.s. I should also say that the characters of Stella and Richard have always fascinated me. I would love to see where they came from and what made them what they were. I'm sure they are more layered that Nora has described them, what little we know about them. And by the way, if Stella seems a little out of Character please remember that it is Eve's dream and her subconsious is trying to work things out.
His arms were around her. It was by sheer luck that she didn't scream out loud. Roarke had no way of knowing that his hands were at that moment in the same spot her father's hands had been when he raped her.
It was a new one. She had never remembered this rape until now. She remembered being unable to move, unable to see him and wasn't sure why. The cop in her told her that she was probably drugged. Her father was taking her from behind. It must have been one of the earlier rapes because the pain and the pressure between her legs seemed to be magnified. Seemed to hurt worse than when he raped her that final time.
Oddly enough it wasn't the rape that had her in such a panic. It was the fact that while she was being raped by her father who sounded like he was having a right old time behind her, it was the fact that Isaac McQueen was sitting on a chair beside her watching with bright eyes. Her mother was on the floor in front of him, her neck was gushing blood but she obediently let him rest his boot covered feet on her back. She was disturbingly quiet. The only sound being made was her father's harsh panting and the squeak of the bed.
"You know this was all your own fault don't you?" Isaac said almost conversationally and looked over to her father and gave him a disgusted look
"You are too nice to the bad girl."
The assault on her stopped and completely naked, Richard Troy shrugged and bent over the bed to haul on his jeans. he moved off the bed and in front of Stella and Isaac.
"She is my daughter you know. That changes things. Your bad girls are not your own."
Isaac nodded and gave another once over "I think I would have killed her."
"I'm going to sell her." Richard said.
Eve listened to them talk about her fate, her body and punishments. The entire time she stayed looking at her mother. Begging her to help her. Her eyes felt like they were going to strain out of her head trying to get the message across to her.
Stella continued to stare back, unmoving, being used as a footstool by Isaac. The longer Eve stared the more the tremors were apparent.
She wanted her candy Eve realised after a moment. She found it odd that she didn't ask for it. She remembered her being very verbal
about that.
Isaac followed Eve's line of sight and smiled. He nudged Stella with his foot, digging the heal hard into her back. She made a slight noise but stayed silent.
"Good girl" Isaac said and looked back at Eve. "She knows how men like me and Richard work. She's grown up around it. But she's tougher than you are. She learned her place and worked it for herself."
"Not really" Richard said and sat on the bed, casually sliding Eve's legs aside so he could sit between her and Stella. "She's still dead."
"She outlasted you. They both did." Isaac said and Richard nodded.
"Ya. I probably shouldn't have broken the girls arm. I remember my own father stomping on mine. Kinda funny how things go around like that."
"You didn't kill your father" Isaac said and Richard shrugged but did not comment.
"It runs in the family." Was all he said to Isaac. Isaac looked impressed and looked down to Stella who was still bleeding and locking eyes with Eve.
"Who knew you and Richard were so fucked up without the help of drugs. You told me some of what happened to you but this tops the cake. I wish I had known who Eve was to you even if you had no idea. Oh how things would have turned out differently if I had known that."
"I think the girl still would have kicked your ass Isaac." Richard said and to Eve's utter shock he ruffled her hair. She still couldn't move and couldn't believe what was happening. She felt something, someone's hand adjusting under the side of her stomach and one secure itself across her tummy.
It's just Roarke you big dummy. He's letting you know he's here. I think he's sleeping though.
Eve sucked in a breath. In her mind's eye she could see the younger version of herself sitting beside her and she oddly felt reassuring that she was there.
I'm always here Eve. We're the same damn thing are we not? Jeez why don't you just wake up already I have had it listening to them and the mommy is creeping me out.
And wasn't that a damn good question. And Stella was creeping the hell out of her as well. She tuned back in to see both the men staring at her, contemplating. She recognized the look and...
She woke up.
Gently untangling herself from Roarke she went into the bathroom and filled up the tub. Turning the jets on silent she slid in and willed her muscles to relax, willed herself not to throw up and tried to empty her mind. She had a million thoughts going through that refused to be quiet. It was the question that she wanted to desperately ask but didn't want the answers.
She wanted to know where she came from. Who were her grandparents? Did she actually have family anywhere? Probably none that she wanted to be associated with in any way. She felt weepy when she found herself imagining an aunt or uncle that was good. That would accept her and tell her that her parents were flukes, that she came from good family not from a line of brutes and murderers and rapists.
That being a cop was in her blood.
Roarke had good family. Family that tried to take him back when they learned of him as a baby and accepted him with open arms when he discovered them on his own thirty some odd years later. She couldn't think like that. Her family tree was rotten to the fucking core. Probably incestuous as well. Maybe her grandmother was also her Aunt or Cousin or something like that. She was better off not knowing.
But it grated on her mind.
She hopped out of the tub and pulled on Roarke's robe. It smelled like him. She snuck out of the bedroom looking only for a moment at Roarke's sleeping form. She wandered into her office and grabbed a cup of hot chocolate, settling into her work chair but didn't dare open anything. It pissed her off that she was shaking.
"Why the hell cant I have what Roarke has?" she said out loud.
Her computer whizzed to life and before she could countermand whatever it was doing Roarke's Aunt's face popped on the screen. Sleepy eyed but full of concern.
"Eve? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry." Eve sputtered. "Nothing's wrong. I said something and this computer called you. I'm so sorry.I didn't mean to wake you. shit I'll just go now. Sorry "
Sinead's eyes were clear enough now and she was a little shocked at the emotion that was rocking in Eve's. Roarke had told her some of what had happened in Dallas a few weeks ago. Call it mother's intuition but she knew something had happened.
"Shush child. Tell me about the dream."
It came pouring out of Eve before she could stop herself.
Sinead was all set to head to New York herself when Eve finished and curled up into the chair, folding herself like a child might. But that wasn't was Eve needed at the moment.
"You are safe Eve. Safe and loved and you are at home. Go to Roarke, tell him and I promise you that you will feel better. He will..." she trailed off when she realized that Eve had passed out. Probably from sheer exhaustion. She was cradling her arm and shaking slightly. Sinead disconnected and called Roarke on his link.
He was at her side seconds after hanging up with his Aunt and promising to call her back later in the day. Watching her arm he carefully picked her up to take her back to bed. Sinead refused to tell him why Eve was talking to her in the middle of the night and said that it was up to Eve. He had a feeling that she wasn't going to spill this story easily.
He sighed but tucked her into bed alongside himself. He watched her for a long time before he drifted off his mind replaying her working her mother's murder scene over and over again.
When he finally drifted off again he was back in the alley where his father was murdered, Eve was a child again, her arm was in a skincast and she was wearing soft pants and a long sleeved shirt, probably to hide the bruises. This was defiantly after she had killed her own father. She had a bloody badge pinned to her shirt and she took notes and recorded the scene where the victim was his father.
"He was stabbed. Possible bruising indicates he fought back. Defensive wounds on the forearms, three fingers on the right hand have been broken in different directions indicating they were broken one at a time. Nothing left on his person but the murder weapon. Bag it." She handed him a police seal bag and gestured for him to take the knife out.
Roarke shook his head and when he did he felt something fall past his face.
Dandruff.
With the Dandruff came a horrible stench that he recognised instinctively as his own stench. He looked down horrified to see his twelve year old self, unwashed clothing and body and all. He turned to run. There was no way Eve should see him like this. How had he not noticed this before?
"Ace, you have seen me at my worst. Do you really think that I would say anything about this?"
He looked back. Past the skincast, the clothing that she would usually never wear, the long hair in a loose braid and the face that already almost looked like the one he had come to know and love.
"we all have a past Ace. Best to let it lie for now though." She sighed and stood up from her crouch over his father. "He can wait longer. It's not him its gonna hurt."
"What does that mean?" he asked and she looked at him sadly.
"One day, you will find out who killed Patrick Roarke. One day I will be able to talk to you about my own past Roarke. Too many questions now. You're gonna wake up soon. Best rest that pretty ugly mug of yours."
"You love me." He said as an automatic response. She grinned at him "I do."
Roarke woke with a start. His hand went to his hair and he breathed a sigh of relief when no dandruff was felt. He wondered if Eve even knew that the shampoo in the bathroom was mostly to control dandruff. She probably did. Hopefully not though. He would happily take that one to the grave. He looked down to see her snuggled cozily in his arms though she was still clutching her arm but that was to be expected.
He had no idea what they were going to do but he vowed that somehow they were going to work through it.
He also wondered what the dream with his father and Eve meant. But the Eve in his dream was right. There were too many questions at the moment. He was just happy that Eve was alive and healing and still his. He held her until the sun rose and he really had to start work. Eve was still off duty and tended to sleep most of the day still anyway so she would be fine here for a few more hours.
He prayed to whoever was listening that she was sleeping peacefully.
please note that this depicts though not too graphically, a rape of a minor and other gross nastiness. Eve's head is so full of torture and mystery that it makes it hard to get into her head and talk about rainbows and puppies. i just think that Nora skipped a lot of what Roarke and Eve must have went through those first few weeks back from Dallas. this is one of the sequences that I wrote afterwords.
as always, leave a comment if you read i enjoy the feedback. message me if you have a request for anything as well. thanks
xoxoxox
p.s. I should also say that the characters of Stella and Richard have always fascinated me. I would love to see where they came from and what made them what they were. I'm sure they are more layered that Nora has described them, what little we know about them. And by the way, if Stella seems a little out of Character please remember that it is Eve's dream and her subconsious is trying to work things out.
His arms were around her. It was by sheer luck that she didn't scream out loud. Roarke had no way of knowing that his hands were at that moment in the same spot her father's hands had been when he raped her.
It was a new one. She had never remembered this rape until now. She remembered being unable to move, unable to see him and wasn't sure why. The cop in her told her that she was probably drugged. Her father was taking her from behind. It must have been one of the earlier rapes because the pain and the pressure between her legs seemed to be magnified. Seemed to hurt worse than when he raped her that final time.
Oddly enough it wasn't the rape that had her in such a panic. It was the fact that while she was being raped by her father who sounded like he was having a right old time behind her, it was the fact that Isaac McQueen was sitting on a chair beside her watching with bright eyes. Her mother was on the floor in front of him, her neck was gushing blood but she obediently let him rest his boot covered feet on her back. She was disturbingly quiet. The only sound being made was her father's harsh panting and the squeak of the bed.
"You know this was all your own fault don't you?" Isaac said almost conversationally and looked over to her father and gave him a disgusted look
"You are too nice to the bad girl."
The assault on her stopped and completely naked, Richard Troy shrugged and bent over the bed to haul on his jeans. he moved off the bed and in front of Stella and Isaac.
"She is my daughter you know. That changes things. Your bad girls are not your own."
Isaac nodded and gave another once over "I think I would have killed her."
"I'm going to sell her." Richard said.
Eve listened to them talk about her fate, her body and punishments. The entire time she stayed looking at her mother. Begging her to help her. Her eyes felt like they were going to strain out of her head trying to get the message across to her.
Stella continued to stare back, unmoving, being used as a footstool by Isaac. The longer Eve stared the more the tremors were apparent.
She wanted her candy Eve realised after a moment. She found it odd that she didn't ask for it. She remembered her being very verbal
about that.
Isaac followed Eve's line of sight and smiled. He nudged Stella with his foot, digging the heal hard into her back. She made a slight noise but stayed silent.
"Good girl" Isaac said and looked back at Eve. "She knows how men like me and Richard work. She's grown up around it. But she's tougher than you are. She learned her place and worked it for herself."
"Not really" Richard said and sat on the bed, casually sliding Eve's legs aside so he could sit between her and Stella. "She's still dead."
"She outlasted you. They both did." Isaac said and Richard nodded.
"Ya. I probably shouldn't have broken the girls arm. I remember my own father stomping on mine. Kinda funny how things go around like that."
"You didn't kill your father" Isaac said and Richard shrugged but did not comment.
"It runs in the family." Was all he said to Isaac. Isaac looked impressed and looked down to Stella who was still bleeding and locking eyes with Eve.
"Who knew you and Richard were so fucked up without the help of drugs. You told me some of what happened to you but this tops the cake. I wish I had known who Eve was to you even if you had no idea. Oh how things would have turned out differently if I had known that."
"I think the girl still would have kicked your ass Isaac." Richard said and to Eve's utter shock he ruffled her hair. She still couldn't move and couldn't believe what was happening. She felt something, someone's hand adjusting under the side of her stomach and one secure itself across her tummy.
It's just Roarke you big dummy. He's letting you know he's here. I think he's sleeping though.
Eve sucked in a breath. In her mind's eye she could see the younger version of herself sitting beside her and she oddly felt reassuring that she was there.
I'm always here Eve. We're the same damn thing are we not? Jeez why don't you just wake up already I have had it listening to them and the mommy is creeping me out.
And wasn't that a damn good question. And Stella was creeping the hell out of her as well. She tuned back in to see both the men staring at her, contemplating. She recognized the look and...
She woke up.
Gently untangling herself from Roarke she went into the bathroom and filled up the tub. Turning the jets on silent she slid in and willed her muscles to relax, willed herself not to throw up and tried to empty her mind. She had a million thoughts going through that refused to be quiet. It was the question that she wanted to desperately ask but didn't want the answers.
She wanted to know where she came from. Who were her grandparents? Did she actually have family anywhere? Probably none that she wanted to be associated with in any way. She felt weepy when she found herself imagining an aunt or uncle that was good. That would accept her and tell her that her parents were flukes, that she came from good family not from a line of brutes and murderers and rapists.
That being a cop was in her blood.
Roarke had good family. Family that tried to take him back when they learned of him as a baby and accepted him with open arms when he discovered them on his own thirty some odd years later. She couldn't think like that. Her family tree was rotten to the fucking core. Probably incestuous as well. Maybe her grandmother was also her Aunt or Cousin or something like that. She was better off not knowing.
But it grated on her mind.
She hopped out of the tub and pulled on Roarke's robe. It smelled like him. She snuck out of the bedroom looking only for a moment at Roarke's sleeping form. She wandered into her office and grabbed a cup of hot chocolate, settling into her work chair but didn't dare open anything. It pissed her off that she was shaking.
"Why the hell cant I have what Roarke has?" she said out loud.
Her computer whizzed to life and before she could countermand whatever it was doing Roarke's Aunt's face popped on the screen. Sleepy eyed but full of concern.
"Eve? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry." Eve sputtered. "Nothing's wrong. I said something and this computer called you. I'm so sorry.I didn't mean to wake you. shit I'll just go now. Sorry "
Sinead's eyes were clear enough now and she was a little shocked at the emotion that was rocking in Eve's. Roarke had told her some of what had happened in Dallas a few weeks ago. Call it mother's intuition but she knew something had happened.
"Shush child. Tell me about the dream."
It came pouring out of Eve before she could stop herself.
Sinead was all set to head to New York herself when Eve finished and curled up into the chair, folding herself like a child might. But that wasn't was Eve needed at the moment.
"You are safe Eve. Safe and loved and you are at home. Go to Roarke, tell him and I promise you that you will feel better. He will..." she trailed off when she realized that Eve had passed out. Probably from sheer exhaustion. She was cradling her arm and shaking slightly. Sinead disconnected and called Roarke on his link.
He was at her side seconds after hanging up with his Aunt and promising to call her back later in the day. Watching her arm he carefully picked her up to take her back to bed. Sinead refused to tell him why Eve was talking to her in the middle of the night and said that it was up to Eve. He had a feeling that she wasn't going to spill this story easily.
He sighed but tucked her into bed alongside himself. He watched her for a long time before he drifted off his mind replaying her working her mother's murder scene over and over again.
When he finally drifted off again he was back in the alley where his father was murdered, Eve was a child again, her arm was in a skincast and she was wearing soft pants and a long sleeved shirt, probably to hide the bruises. This was defiantly after she had killed her own father. She had a bloody badge pinned to her shirt and she took notes and recorded the scene where the victim was his father.
"He was stabbed. Possible bruising indicates he fought back. Defensive wounds on the forearms, three fingers on the right hand have been broken in different directions indicating they were broken one at a time. Nothing left on his person but the murder weapon. Bag it." She handed him a police seal bag and gestured for him to take the knife out.
Roarke shook his head and when he did he felt something fall past his face.
Dandruff.
With the Dandruff came a horrible stench that he recognised instinctively as his own stench. He looked down horrified to see his twelve year old self, unwashed clothing and body and all. He turned to run. There was no way Eve should see him like this. How had he not noticed this before?
"Ace, you have seen me at my worst. Do you really think that I would say anything about this?"
He looked back. Past the skincast, the clothing that she would usually never wear, the long hair in a loose braid and the face that already almost looked like the one he had come to know and love.
"we all have a past Ace. Best to let it lie for now though." She sighed and stood up from her crouch over his father. "He can wait longer. It's not him its gonna hurt."
"What does that mean?" he asked and she looked at him sadly.
"One day, you will find out who killed Patrick Roarke. One day I will be able to talk to you about my own past Roarke. Too many questions now. You're gonna wake up soon. Best rest that pretty ugly mug of yours."
"You love me." He said as an automatic response. She grinned at him "I do."
Roarke woke with a start. His hand went to his hair and he breathed a sigh of relief when no dandruff was felt. He wondered if Eve even knew that the shampoo in the bathroom was mostly to control dandruff. She probably did. Hopefully not though. He would happily take that one to the grave. He looked down to see her snuggled cozily in his arms though she was still clutching her arm but that was to be expected.
He had no idea what they were going to do but he vowed that somehow they were going to work through it.
He also wondered what the dream with his father and Eve meant. But the Eve in his dream was right. There were too many questions at the moment. He was just happy that Eve was alive and healing and still his. He held her until the sun rose and he really had to start work. Eve was still off duty and tended to sleep most of the day still anyway so she would be fine here for a few more hours.
He prayed to whoever was listening that she was sleeping peacefully.
