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cmk418Title: Here's What She Said To Me
Character: Diane
Rating: PG
Word Count: 394
Setting: Season 1, pre-series
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Diane couldn’t see anything in the darkness. She felt Tim next to her, heard the S.O.R.T. team assembling outside the makeshift barricades. She hoped their “rescuers” would have the sense to wait before firing at anything that moved. The silence was maddening, the tension allowed fear, doubt and regret to flow through her like an electrical current.
Diane thought of her family. She wished she had said more to DeeDee this morning when she dropped her off at the bus stop. “Have a nice day” just didn’t quite cut it as a final farewell. At this moment, Diane would give anything just to be able to go home, wrap her arms around her little girl, and tell her “I love you”.
And then there was her mother. Diane wondered if the woman was sitting in front of the television, watching coverage of the riot on one of the local stations. Diane wished there was some way to unmake this, to go back in the past and change this moment. Remnants of a long-ago conversation flitted through her mind.
“You got a call today.”
“Oh yeah? Who from?”
“Oswald State Penitentiary. They say you can come fill out the paperwork on Tuesday.”
Diane nodded, waiting for the inevitable.
“When were you going to tell me you applied for a job at a prison?”
“Mom, I applied for a job at a prison.”
“You’re not funny, Diane. Surely there’s another job that you could take. With your qualifications...”
“I could wait tables or be somebody’s secretary. And neither of those options are going to happen.”
“What’s wrong with your job now?”
“We’ve been talking about me finding a job with more pay for six months now. And when I do, you’re gonna bitch about it?”
“What if something happens to you?”
“Nothing’s going to happen, Mom. You’re thinking of those awful things you see on television sometimes, but the reality of the situation is that it’s just a job. I’ll clock in, do my shift, clock out, and come home. Just like anywhere else.”
Her mother sighed and shook her head. “Just don’t make me say ‘I told you so’.”
As she stood in the quad, choking on the haze of smoke, Diane realized that if she made it out of here alive “I told you so” might be the sweetest words she would ever hear.
Next - Sister Pete
Character: Diane
Rating: PG
Word Count: 394
Setting: Season 1, pre-series
Beta'd by the incomparable
history_gurlDiane couldn’t see anything in the darkness. She felt Tim next to her, heard the S.O.R.T. team assembling outside the makeshift barricades. She hoped their “rescuers” would have the sense to wait before firing at anything that moved. The silence was maddening, the tension allowed fear, doubt and regret to flow through her like an electrical current.
Diane thought of her family. She wished she had said more to DeeDee this morning when she dropped her off at the bus stop. “Have a nice day” just didn’t quite cut it as a final farewell. At this moment, Diane would give anything just to be able to go home, wrap her arms around her little girl, and tell her “I love you”.
And then there was her mother. Diane wondered if the woman was sitting in front of the television, watching coverage of the riot on one of the local stations. Diane wished there was some way to unmake this, to go back in the past and change this moment. Remnants of a long-ago conversation flitted through her mind.
“You got a call today.”
“Oh yeah? Who from?”
“Oswald State Penitentiary. They say you can come fill out the paperwork on Tuesday.”
Diane nodded, waiting for the inevitable.
“When were you going to tell me you applied for a job at a prison?”
“Mom, I applied for a job at a prison.”
“You’re not funny, Diane. Surely there’s another job that you could take. With your qualifications...”
“I could wait tables or be somebody’s secretary. And neither of those options are going to happen.”
“What’s wrong with your job now?”
“We’ve been talking about me finding a job with more pay for six months now. And when I do, you’re gonna bitch about it?”
“What if something happens to you?”
“Nothing’s going to happen, Mom. You’re thinking of those awful things you see on television sometimes, but the reality of the situation is that it’s just a job. I’ll clock in, do my shift, clock out, and come home. Just like anywhere else.”
Her mother sighed and shook her head. “Just don’t make me say ‘I told you so’.”
As she stood in the quad, choking on the haze of smoke, Diane realized that if she made it out of here alive “I told you so” might be the sweetest words she would ever hear.
Next - Sister Pete
