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Rating: PG (Angst)
Disclaimer: Sue me if you want, but I have no money, no collateral and large friends.
Note: A personal challenge made with Cathy. In 675 words or less (yah right..but at 890 I'm still the one who's the closest to the right number) write about a member of the team coming home after a bad date. The person can't be Face.
Another note: There is no Harper, there is no Harper, there is no....darn.
Yet Other Note: Ok, I know I haven't been writing much lately. But between work, the critters and the BF I honestly haven't had time to write anything except a few 5 minute challenges for Andromeda. Anyhow, soon I'll be going moving to the Far East Wing and will, in theory, have more time to write there since I will have none of the above mentioned distractions.
One Last Note: I am actually going to start the fic now :-)
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
It was a longest drive of his life, but for some reason, it didn't bother him. He watched the headlights of the cars fly past him like memories of the night he had said goodbye to his friends. He watched his seven year old son sleep peacefully in the passenger seat holding his dinosaur close, as if he believed that the stegosaurus would come to life and protect him from the world.
He didn't know why he was doing this. After ten years, he knew they would have nothing to say to him. They had warned him on the night of his first date with her and then pleaded with him not to leave them for her. But he was young and blind and couldn't see that all they wanted was to protect a friend. So he left Langley, late one night with the clothes on his back and a ring in his pocket.
I didn't take long for her to turn into the women they had seen when they looked at her. But by then he had a son and he couldn't bring himself to abandon him to her. Now things where different, his son knew what his mother was. When he had slipped out of the house with his father, he knew they would never come back. And the driver of the car that was speeding along towards Memphis knew his son didn't really mind.
The days passed in silence. The boy, listening to his Discman and playing Tetris. The man, driving and rationalizing his past.
Of course, they made it to Graceland. The driver stopped in a parking lot, told his son that he'd just be a minute, and walked over to the payphone. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper with a number on it.
He listened to the phone ring, half wishing that no one would answer.
"Hello?" He was stunned into silence. "Hello?" The voice on the other end sounded slightly annoyed.
"Hello Murdock," he said softly into the receiver.
"Oh." Was all the other person on the end said. A minute passed. Neither knew what to say. He slowly cleared his throat.
"No need to say it. Are you in town?" He nodded and heard a faint chuckle on the other end. "I can't see you nod, you know."
"Where can we meet?" He listened as Murdock gave directions to a diner.
It was a Murdock type of place, filled with Elvis jun...memorabilia. His son smiled as he watched an Elvis clock dance on the wall. Murdock was already sitting in a booth.
"Hey shorty, you coming to eat diner with us?" Murdock asked as they sat down.
"I'm not that short."
"You're shorter then I am."
"Yah, well maybe you're just really tall." Murdock laughed and the man who had driven for three nights relaxed for the first time in years. They ordered food and ate burgers amidst Murdock and his son's laughter. "I'm going to wash my hands, ok" He nodded at his sons request. The boy jumped off the bench and wandered off, looking at the pictures as he moved.
"He's a good boy."
"How old is he?"
"That's a good age to be."
"Murdock, we need to talk about Langley."
"You were right."
"We are older then you." He smiled slightly at Murdock's comment as the conversation faded into silence.
"I didn't expect you to be nice to me," he said suddenly.
"I didn't expect to ever see you again." Murdock's words hurt. He thought he was coming home, coming back to family. That's what they had been, family. His brothers and nowÖ
"That doesn't change anything. Do you know what Stockwell did to us when you left?" Murdock's eyes burned into him as he nodded. "Why did you come back? To make peace with me? Did you expect me to say 'It's alright, buddy. Welcome back.' "
"No, I didn't." Murdock nodded once. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out some cash and dropped it onto the table.
"You've got a good son. See that you raise him well." He watched the money on the table as the shadow of his former friend walked passed him and out the door. A few minutes later, he felt the presence of his son sitting lightly beside him.
"Did Mr. Murdock have to go?"
"Yes he did."
"He's a very nice man. Are we going to have supper with him tomorrow night?"
"I don't think so. Are you done?" The boy nodded. "Let's get going then"
"Are we going to drive some more?"
"We are." The boy sulked as he put more money on the table and got up to leave. It was raining, a beautiful soft rain.
"Hey." The voice caught him by surprise as he looked over to see Murdock leaning against the wall. "Do you need a place to stay?" The younger man nodded. "Right, follow me back to my place. I've got a couple of spare beds."
"You're still family. You may have deserted us, caused us pain and suffering and generally been a complete ass. But you're still family."
Frankie Santana nodded, glad that the rain hitting his face would mask his tears. He was home.
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