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Post by Katrina on Apr 27, 2005 15:17:28 GMT 1
Note - this is not the sequl to Friends of the Past but an different fic altogether. this is set after the episode shown on bbc1 on 27.4.05
Part 1
I lie back against the pillows of the double bed, covering myself with the warm blanket but it doesn’t warm me up, I need the feel of the other body next to my own, cuddling me and holding me tight. I gently place my hand on my stomach in the place, we deep; deep down a little life is forming. A little life which only I seem to want. I stare hard at a photo on my bedside table, of myself and me husband. The one true love I have ever had. He’s probably shacked up with some blond stick insect by now telling her how much he loves her, and how he’ll never leave her while here I am with our child growing inside of me – the child we made together. I don’t know if I can be a single mum, it’ll be so hard. I’ve seen how much Helen struggles and she’s sensible so what chance do I have. I mean I am a scatter brain aren’t I? Did I make the right decision?
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“Another whiskey pleases Bill” the bartender slammed a drink down in front of me taking the money from my hand. I down the drink in three and my head starts to fuzz up; this has been my ninth or tenth drink. Why did George have to go and get pregnant? She knows that I don’t want kids and what’s worse is she’s lied to me for lord knows how long. What does she expect, me to become super-dad at the news. I don’t want a child. I do what she wants often enough, why won’t she do this for me.
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Post by Katrina on Apr 28, 2005 21:58:50 GMT 1
note - Ronnie is evil in this, just thought i'd warn
Part 2
Usually I enjoy my work. Ok so some of the waste-of-time patients get on my nerves but being a Doctor is who I am and I love it but today it seemed like a chore. Every minute seemed to drag on like a lifetime. All I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry but I can’t cry. I can’t be weak; I can’t let him see my weakness. I lean back in my chair, my last patient left five minutes ago but my energy level is at zero and I don’t think I have the strength to get up and stand for more than a second let alone go outside and drive my car home. A slight knock at the door shocks me, could it be that he’s come to apologize. The door opens and Helen walks in, looking very happy. She smiles at me. “Ok what’s wrong?” Helen sits down opposite me and her smile turns in to a serious expression, I should have known that she’d be able to read me like a book. I frown, and lower my eyes so that I can’t meet her gaze “he’s left me Helen” I speak softly. In a voice so low that I’m not sure that she’ll hear it. “Oh George” within seconds she’s out of her chair and wrapping her arms around me, “he doesn’t want our baby Helen. He tried to get me to have an abortion” I begin to cry on to Helen’s shoulder.
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The small bed in the B&B is cold and unwelcoming but I’m so tired I don’t even care. My head is all fuzzy from a night of heavy drinking but I need that drink. I want to block everything out. I climb in to the bed and pull the tiny blanket over my body. The room is so depressing with damp walls and only the bed. I close my eyes; all I can see in my mind is her beautiful face, her face with tears streaming down it. I did that to her. I caused those tears, I caused her anger. Maybe I should have gone further got her even angrier. Got her so stressed. She might have lost it then. Of course she’d be sad for a while but it would mean the end of all this. We could go back to being our happy family-of-two. I can’t force her to have an abortion but maybe, just maybe I could tamper with nature.
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Post by Katrina on May 2, 2005 20:19:18 GMT 1
Note – this will probably be the only part this week as I have some nice exams to do and Ronnie is slightly drunk in most parts of this
Part 3
Helen gently helps me to stand up; she supports me and walks me slowly outside. We walk at the speed of tortoises but she knows that I can’t go any faster. She helps me in to the passenger seat of her car and I don’t resist, I don’t have the energy too. She climbs in to the drivers side ands drives off in the opposite direction to the one I want to go in. she’s taking me back to her house. She stops outside of her house; I can see Claire looking out of the window waving wildly at her mum. Helen gets out and moves round to my side quickly and again helps me to get in to the house. She helps me to the sofa and then allows me to sit down. “Hi Auntie George” Claire bounds over to me excitedly, her face beaming. “Will you play Barbie with me?” she holds up a doll with matted blond hair and scary blue eyes. “Maybe later sweetie” I speak softly and you can hear the tiredness in my tone, Claire looks disappointed.
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I click on to the internet and look at my inbox, 1 email. I click on to it and frown as I see the familiar address Lovely_Lawman@yahoo.co.uk George chose that address for Ronnie like he chose hers. I click on to the message
From: Lovely_Lawman@yahoo.co.uk To: Im_Not_Thick_Im_Blond@yahoo.co.uk Subject: <no subject>
Helen, Please can you tell George, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of the things I said, I do want our baby. I want to be a daddy. I want to go to scans and see it being born. I want to cuddle up to my wife in bed and lay my hand on her stomach and image the little life growing inside. Please tell her Helen From Ronnie
Somehow the words written there don’t seem like something Ronnie would say but maybe the idea of a child has changed him. It’s hard to know. I click on the reply button
From: Im_not_thick_im_blond@yahoo.co.uk To: lovely_lawman@yahoo.co.uk Subject: re <no subject>
Hello Ronnie I will pass on you message to George but I don’t want to be a go-between. Why couldn’t you just e-mail her direct or have you forgotten her e-mail? Then again if you’ve forgotten your own wife’s e-mail address how the heck did you remember mine? George is with me so come found and see her and apologise in person, it’ll look so much better coming directly from you instead of throw me. From Helen
p.s you better not be lying because if you are I’ll personally rip your throat out
I click the send button and allow his words to roll around in my head. a few seconds later Claire appears by my side “mummy, Auntie George is crying like mad” she looks sad “all I did was ask where uncle Ronnie is”
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Post by Katrina on May 5, 2005 18:13:54 GMT 1
part 4
~~ Helen’s POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“it’s ok Claire” I click off of the internet and press the mouse button on to an icon that looks like Minnie Mouse “you play on here for a bit and I’ll go back Auntie George all happy again ok?” she nods happily before sitting down on my chair and playing the game that is now squeaking. The wander out of the room and go in to the living room where George is sat crying on the sofa where I’d left her. “He’s never coming back is he Helen?” she sobs in to her arm; I sit beside her and pull her body in towards mine. Her tears seep through my t-shirt. “I think it’ll all be fine, he e-mailed me for you. He wants to get back with you and be a daddy to your baby” George sits bolt up right and wipes her tears with her sleeve. “Really?” she looks a bit confused but mostly she seems happy with the news. “Oh Helen. He wants us. I need to e-mail him” e-mail what happened to good old fashion talking. I only used e-mail because Phil decided we needed the internet, I wasn’t even allowed to choose my own screen name. He chose mine. “Well you do that while I take Claire and pick up Dan from football ok?” she nods at me and bounds up suddenly filled with energy. “CLAIRE, COME ON!” she bounds in to the room and we leave.
~~~~ Ronnie’s POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My plan seems to be working. Helen totally bought everything I typed in that message. Well now all I need is for her to persuade George and then I can tempt fate and fight and defeat Mother Nature. “You have e-mail” the electronic woman’s voice pipes up. I turn my attention back to the glare of the computer screen, I click on to the message and smiled
From: Ditzy_Doc@yahoo.co.uk To: Lovely_Lawman@yahoo.co.uk Subject: forgive and forget
Hello Helen told me that you’ve changed your mind and that you want us. I’m so glad; this is like all my dreams coming true – we’re going to be a family. You, me and a little Ronnie or George. Can you believe it? S tiny being that was made in our love. I love you George
I can’t help but smile. She bought it, she really bought it. I never expected it to be so easy like taking candy from a baby no wait scratch that, I don’t want the baby to take the candy from. Oh well this will all be over soon. I click on the reply button
From: lovely_lawman@yahoo.co.uk To: Ditzy_doc@yahoo.co.uk Subject: re. Forgive and forget
Darling George I am sorry I ever thought about not wanting this baby. It was selfish and childish of me, I guess I was just afraid of having to grow up but now I see my life won’t be complete with out that little baby that’s growing inside of you. Please come home. The house seems empty without you. I love you and our baby
Ronnie
I smile and click send before relaxing in the comfy office chair in our house. That’s the easy bit over now to make things perfect again.
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Post by Katrina on May 14, 2005 19:10:04 GMT 1
part 5 - i warn i'm feeling slightly evil (hence the reason i haven't written a Tasha fic)
~~~~~~~~ George’s POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I place the note on Helen’s hallway table before slipping out the door ready to return home to the man I love. He wants us. We’re going to be a proper family. Maybe we won’t stop at this little one who knows maybe next year we’ll be expecting another little one. Then we’ll need a dog. The walk home seems to only take milliseconds when it’s really a good twenty minutes jog. I slip inside the front door and walk upstairs slowly before reaching the landing and going towards the office where I know Ronnie will be. I put my head round the door and see him reclining on the office chair. I go quietly and kiss his forehead, his eyes shoot open. He bounces up and wraps his arms around me holding on to me so tightly it feels like I can’t breath. I wriggle in his grasp and he eventually lets go.
~~~~ Ronnie’s POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As I let go of her, she starts to breath heavily. “You ok sweetie?” I sugar-coat my voice to hide what is really going on in my mind. Have I reached my goal already without even really trying? She recovers slightly “yes but you can’t hold me that tightly not anymore” darn! I take a deep breath and gently lay my hand on her almost flat stomach. Am I meant to feel anything? “I’m sorry darling. I forget for a second” the words slip out of my mouth without me really realising they were there. He eyes flash angrily “you forgot? Forgot that I’m carrying out our child. How could you forget?” something clicks in her brain, she looks at me.
~~~~~ George’s POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He lied to me. I can see it now. His face isn’t spilt wide with a smile, his eyes aren’t hiding a happy secret instead he looks cold and heartless. He’s not the kind man I married anymore. He’s not the man I wanted to spend my life with. He’s someone else, someone I don’t like. I turn and run from the room and go towards the stairs but my foot slips. I feel like I’m falling from a cliff. I scream. Then impact happens and blackness fills my mind. everything goes blank apart from one thing – pain.
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Post by Katrina on May 24, 2005 21:55:48 GMT 1
Part 6
~~~~~~~~Ronnie’s POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I look through the window of her hospital room; she’s sat on the bed holding a photo in one hand with her other hand lying on her stomach as if she’s trying to hold the baby in there. A flood of tears slip down her cheeks. The doctors told me she’s lucky to be alive and it’s even more amazing that the baby’s still alive. Mother natures a stubborn woman to fight with. I turn away from her door and sit back down on one of the hard plastic seats in the hospital hallway waiting for a doctor to come and give me some news.
~~~~ George’s POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
hang in there little bean. Daddy may not want you now but mummy does. Just hang on in there.
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end note – this is the last part of Not Just A River In Egypt but I will be writing a squeal Amazing Grace, part 1 of that is already written ;D
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