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| Jackie Fowler | Apr 7 2017, 01:56 PM Post #1 |
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Disclaimer: Written by Mina. Thank you, you're amazing. Sunday, April 2nd Washington D.C. Verizon Center / backstage House of Pain, Venom His lips were so warm, when he kissed her for luck. He’d been so excited on the way here that he’d talked nearly non-stop because he was finally going to get his hands on Viktor Volkov and he knew just what he was going to do. That wasn’t all they talked about of course, because he’d promised her - the day after the show, he was going to go ‘round with her and they’d look at things, start making plans for their actual wedding. No more waiting, they’d waited before because it seemed like everyone else were all getting married; Ana and Sophie, Dave and Jodie. They were wonderful weddings and she had nothing but love for all four, but she wanted to get down that aisle before she couldn’t even fit the dress she had picked out no matter how much lace they added. Though in her heart of hearts she wouldn’t have much cared if they’d just gone down to the courthouse, he wanted to give her something grander. Whether he spoke the words aloud or not, she saw it in his eyes - nothing too good for his Princess. She came to this show instead of sitting back at the hotel as she had been, things were sort of up in the air after the draft and while there was tension it wasn’t as dire as before. As if the shuffling around had banked a few fires into embers, maybe. Eventually she knew just like she knew the sun would come up in the East, that those embers would be fanned back up. It was wrestling, that’s how things happened. Sabrina’s spot was comfortable, the monitor was clear, and people brought her snacks and she wondered if that was from Risky. She remembered thinking how nice that was. Now all she thought about, was how warm Jackie's lips had been. They hung a sign up in our town "If you live it up, you won't live it down" So she left Monte Rio, son Just like a bullet leaves a gun With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips She went and took that California trip Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind Said, "don't look back, just come on, Jim" The fight - you couldn’t call much of that match wrestling, it was a straight up fight between two men who weren’t afraid to throw fists, raged around the concourse, the vending area, even breaking a camera backstage. She’d winced even, when Volkov had punched the vending machine hard enough to murder it, cried out when they’d fallen down the steps. Held her breath, but they’d both gotten up. It took her a few moments to get to her feet, and she paced, biting her lower lip as she watched. Maybe, she’d thought, she shouldn’t watch this after all. She was just getting worked up, but surely it wouldn’t be much longer now. Volkov was flagging, red-faced when Jackie rolled him back into the ring. The Russian was tough, but her Jackie? They didn’t call him the Bastard of Bowland because he could run his mouth. He just wouldn’t stay down. Oh, you got to hold on, hold on You gotta hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on She felt the baby jump a bit, on her hard inhale. On the monitor, she had a better viewpoint than the announcers. She could hear Gary’s shock and surprise, Ina Ina’s delight, but they went static. White noise. Sabrina stood still, watching. Those nameless faces in the crowd, eyes like black pits, open mouths as if they were going to feed on the energy of something Jaxon Queen released into the air. She cringed at the blood where Jackie had been busted open on the ringpost. A soft cry, as that monitor hit him flush in the face. Queen wasn’t done, and the analytical part of her brain tried to search out what he called that powerbomb into a double knee backbreaker because it was something cold, clinical, information that wasn’t that visceral feeling she got, that pain that radiated out from her chest as she watched. “Move.” The slightest of whispers, her eyes locked on the monitor. “Come on, Jackie. Move.” Well, he gave her a dimestore watch And a ring made from a spoon Everyone's looking for someone to blame When you share my bed, you share my name Well, go ahead and call the cops You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops She said, "baby, I still love you" Sometimes there's nothin' left to do It wasn’t a whisper as she made her way out of that safe little spot, but a stricken cry as people just seemed to materialize for the sole purpose of being in the fucking way and she couldn’t imagine how her expression looked at that moment. She couldn’t run, not like this, not now. In her mind, she wanted to be there as they brought him back through the curtain because he’d hear her say his name, and he’d see her there and he’d give her that crooked smile of his when she came close. Tell her not to worry, he’d been banged up worse, hadn’t he then? “MOVE!” Sabrina almost made it, they were already in the hall with him and were settling the straps so he wouldn’t shift from the gurney. Miraculously, no one got in her way, as if they knew. She pretended, hard as she could that she didn’t notice those pitying glances from the EMTs. Her voice, soft as butterfly wings, soft as anything. “Jackie?” Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on and take my hand I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on At least they’d let her ride with him. They’d had someone run and get her bag while they loaded him in, it was nice because that was the last thing she’d had on her mind. They weren’t supposed to, but the paramedic let her help sponge the blood from his face, and under her breath Sabrina kept talking to him the whole time. She looked up when she swore she heard the paramedic sniffle, and her brows drew together as the young man looked at her and blurted out that it was his first night on the job. “Oh. Well you seem to know where everything is.” She pitched the sponge she’d wiped his skin with, critically looking over the dressing on the cut on his head from the ringpost. She looked up as he asked her if she was a nurse and she shook her head. “Physical therapy… yoga instructor…” A soft little laugh, a sound that almost startled Sabrina, and her hands moved to take the one of Jackie’s closest to her. She sighed gently, her fingers feeling the scar in the center of his palm like she had hundreds of times before. “...wife and mother to be.” She closed her eyes, and remembered how warm his lips had been. How vibrant his laugh had been, when she’d asked him if she could have all the flowers in that florist’s shop he liked best. Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me I miss your broken China voice How I wish you were still here with me Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down Then you burn your mansion to the ground Oh, there's nothing left to keep you here But when you're falling behind in this big blue world It did not go well when they wanted Sabrina to wait in the lobby. At least she could understand what they were saying to her, unlike Japan. Things eased up a bit as she had all of his insurance information, and someone had verified her. They didn’t tell her who, though she had a few guesses. She didn’t even realize she was crying until an intern handed her a pack of tissues, and she was quietly thankful as she dabbed her eyes and the smeared makeup didn’t make them burn. The salt from her tears oddly hadn’t, though they’d been more than enough to make her so-called waterproof mascara run. Her lips quivered because she knew exactly what Jackie would say, if he saw her like that. Their precious little girl chose that moment to start kicking her like the future football player she was likely to be, and gave Sabrina the hiccups. It took her twenty minutes to stop the odd mix of sobbing, laughing, and hiccuping but after she was done she felt oddly clear and washed up before she went up to sit with Jackie. Oh, you've got to hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on The room was cold, though after they’d brought in a couple of the heated blankets from the pre-op warmer it wasn’t so bad. Xander and Tabby would be flying in. She knew his friends, their friends, would be hearing about what had happened soon and that they’d be calling her. She should get into her bag, get her phone out and start calling them. Ana, at the very least would be beside herself. She started whispering their names to herself, scooting her chair as close as she could to the bed and hating that it was so narrow. Before it wouldn’t have been a problem, she’d have been up in that bed with him, but as pregnant as she was, that wasn’t going to happen. “Okay, sleepy-head. You just needed a little nap. That’s all. Rest up and don’t worry. I’m right here.” Her hand found his again, and she squeezed his fingers and pretended she wasn’t afraid when he didn’t squeeze back. Sabrina gently slid her fingers so she could mesh them with his, because then it was easier to pretend that he had. With a sigh she let her eyes close, she’d get up in just a moment and get her phone, call Ana and... Down by the Riverside motel It's ten below and falling By a ninety-nine cent store She closed her eyes and started swaying But it's so hard to dance that way When it's cold and there's no music Oh, your old hometown's so far away But inside your head there's a record that's playing ...she woke with a start a few hours later, her fingers still meshed with Jackie’s and her blinking sleepy gaze locking with that of the night nurse who was here to check his vitals so that the doctors who were still keeping information from her would have more numbers to prod at. She refused to think things like surgery or allow the word coma to sink into her consciousness. Sabrina was a grown woman, a woman who was going to marry the man she loved, a woman carrying a baby, who had numb fingers and cold toes and was fairly certain that her ass had fallen asleep along with her legs from sitting in that chair. She slowly levered herself to her feet moving to get her blood circulating again and decided she needed to get freshened up, then get something to eat. Maybe get a better chair in here. She didn’t want to let go of his hand, though she knew she had to ...shit, she still needed to call Ana and let everyone know what was happening. She felt her lower lip tremble and she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she bent close to his ear and whispered. “Now you listen here Jackson Lorenzo Fowler. You’re mine, and I’m yours and we’ve got a little girl on the way that’s going to need her daddy to teach her how to kick a proper football. I’m going to get something to eat, but you just know, I’m not going to leave this building until we do that together, okay?” She kissed his forehead, then kissed his lips. They were still so warm. A song called "Hold On", hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right there, you gotta hold on You gotta hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right there, you gotta hold on |
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