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Turn a different corner 60/? 
3rd-Aug-2009 06:29 pm
william

Turn a different corner 60/?

By: Marea67
About: William
Rate: G.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Extra: This an AU (Alternative Universe) story, so remember : The more things change, the more they stay the same. Here are part 01, part 02, part 03, part 04, part 05, part 06, part 07, part 08, part 09, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30, part 31, part 32, part 33, part 34, part 35, part 36, part 37, part 38, part 39, part 40, part 41, part 42, part 43, part 44, part 45, part 46, part 47, part 48, part 49, part 50, part 51, part 52, part 53, part 54, part 55, part 56, part 57, part 58 and part 59

*****
HALFWAY APRIL 2008
*****

Right after the party broke up:

William places his coffee on the desk before him and rubs his face. His lip still hurts from where Holly had hit him, but that is the least of his concerns. What had he done? What had possessed him to yell at his family like that? Oh, God, and Nora’s face when she had mentioned Holly… And Holly so infuriated, it had actually scared him.

Now his own anger had left him. He is terribly calm. And tired. Very tired. And he wonders if and how he can fix the damage he has done. He looks at the picture of Nora on his desk. She’s so pretty. The only woman he ever truly loved… Why did he hurt her? He knew what his being unfaithful would mean to her.

He sighs, he should never have cheated with Holly. He escaped the destruction of his marriage almost 20 years ago, but this time… She wasn’t going to forgive him. And neither would Holly. How hard could she make his life in Ojai? Why had Holly appeared to him to be ‘freedom’?

He stares at his phone, gathering all the courage he can find, before dialing the number of Nora’s mobile phone. After three rings he can leave a message.
“Hi, Nora, it’s me, William… Please, we need to talk. I understand you’re angry, but, please, let us talk to each other…

I know, I promised you twenty years ago, that I would never do this again and then I did anyway. I betrayed your trust and, for that, I can only beg you for forgiveness. … Please, talk to me… I love you… Call me? … Please?” He breaks the connection, wondering if Nora will even bother to listen to him.

He tries Sarah’s and Kitty’s number too, but neither of them pick up. With Tommy’s number he seems to have more luck. It gets picked up, but then the link is immediately broken, the message is clear ‘we’re home, but we don’t want to talk to you’. He has to go through his papers to find Justin’s new telephone number, but the line remains quiet there too.

His thumb hovers over Kevin’s number… and the memory of this afternoon, walking into the garden, hearing the music, Justin’s words about how Kevin got ‘married’,…. And then seeing his son dance with another man. Closely dance with him. The smile on his face. So in love. Kevin got ‘married’. Everyone knew. Everyone except William

It hurts. Because he loves his son. He wants the best for him. He can understand that Kevin might not be happy with what he had done, looking back on it, bribing Scotty had not been his finest moment, but, at the time, he had been convinced that Scotty’s main interest for Kevin was Kevin’s money and not so much Kevin himself.

He had felt betrayed by Kevin, by his family. They had known, but had yet decided to not tell him. Not even Kitty or Tommy. They had fully supported Kevin’s choice… William sighs, falling back in his chair. He knows that he has no other choice, then to apologize to his children… They won’t talk to him, but will they ignore him too if he wrote them?....

*****

Several hours later:

He looks at the stack of letters before him, satisfied, but hungry. But his satisfaction disappears when he enters the kitchen. It is a mess in there. Nora told everyone to go home. The counter, but also the huge table, are still filled with food. What a waste! But William tells himself he’ll clean up in the morning. Not now!

He takes bits and pieces from the prepared plates and walks from the kitchen to the dining-room. Standing there he looks at the big table Nora and he had bought years ago. He can still hear the children. Kitty crying that Tommy had yanked her hair. Sarah telling them she wanted to go on studying instead of travelling with her friends.

Tommy about the latest football-game he had played, Justin showing him his latest sketches, wondering why daddy couldn’t see that he had drawn a horse. William smiles. But in his memories there is not the voice of Kevin. He remembers Kevin being usually quiet, glaring across the table at Tommy, because Tommy had punched him, hit him or knocked him down.

William sighs. Maybe he should get a bottle of wine and have a drink, but in the pantry, new memories flood his head. Nora telling him she’s pregnant. Their first child. Kitty announcing to him she’s going to New York, whether he likes it or not. Sarah defending her choice of Joe.

Tommy, who shyly admits to wanting to propose to Julia… And there’s Kevin, begging him to talk to him in the sixth week of silence after he came out.
“Please, dad, I’m your son. We can’t go on like this. Can’t you see what we’re doing to mom?” William cringes. Kevin always had the family’s best interest at heart.

He doesn’t want to think about his family now. Just before he enters his study again, he remembers that he needs stamps for the letters, because he hasn’t decided yet, if he will put them in their mail-boxes or just send them. He fears they won’t read them, if he puts them in their mail.

But if he sends them off tonight, they could be there on Monday. Everyone will have cooled off, be more sensible… In Nora’s desk he finds some stamps and he is about to close the small drawer, when he sees a picture. There in a frame is a picture of Kevin, his hand on the paper, signing something. Scotty is beside him… William can guess what it is Kevin is signing.

William enters the study and puts the plate on the desk and plans to walk around it to sit down, when the first shot of pain runs through his body. He feels panic come up as his neck and shoulders start to hurt. A look in the mirror to his right shows him standing there, pale and sick. Nausea makes him throw up the food he just ate, as hot and cold shivers travel down his spine.

He feels he can’t breathe, grabbing his chest. He tries to reach the phone, but swipes it off the table, together with many other small objects and the letters William just wrote. His movements are just too uncoordinated. He sinks to his knees, moaning in pain, but he still cannot breathe.

He topples over, rolls on his back. Far out of his reach he can see the phone. He feels desperate. He cannot call for help, he’s alone in the house. He tries to breathe more slowly, but his body aches for oxygen. His eyes fill with tears of frustration, as he wills himself to get to the phone and call 911.

But at his crawling speed, he’s never going to make it. Then he hears a thud. The front door. Quiet footsteps in the hall. Someone is in the house, reminding William that the front-door is not locked. Everyone can get in. He gasps for breath and coughs a bit. Lying stretched out on the floor he can look up and see someone enter.

“Help…. Call 911.” William moans as even more pain crashes through him. But the person just stands there in the doorway. “Damn! Get help!” William orders with difficulty, getting terrified, but still the person remains frozen in the same place...

“Please….?” William begs, tears filling his eyes again, he closes them to fight the pain, but when he opens them again the person is gone. William can hear the footsteps move away… And the inevitably of his situation surges through William. He’s dying. It’s too late. Too late to fix something. Too late to apologize. He just run out of time.

“No!” He gasps, trying to get up, trying to reach the phone. But another wave of pain rushes through him and William never makes it to the only object in the room, that could have saved him. With his hand still stretched out, William closes his eyes, then his heart also stops beating and then there's one last breath. William Walker is dead.

END OF PART 60



VOICE OVER:

What is next for the Walkers?
Where were they all?
Where did they go to that night?
How deep will their pain over this loss be?
Who knew that William was dying and walked away?
How will Nora deal with it?
Will Holly be able to give this a place?
Can Saul step out of shadows and STOP being invisible? (Writer’s note: Good question!)
What will happen to Sarah’s marriage?
Or Kitty’s career?
How will this affect Tommy’s decision to leave Ojai?
Will Julia ever hold her own child?
Can Kevin and Scotty remain happily married?
Will Tyler be ‘the one’ for Justin?
Is there love to be found in Jordan’s immediate future?
Could Chad and Jason become a couple?
Does Emily return?
What impact will Robert McCallister have on the Walkers?
Is there a Rebecca Harper, Ryan and/or Connie Lafferty in the chapters to come?

ALL THIS WILL BE REVEALED:
When “Turn a different corner” returns August 17th 2009, same time (give or take an hour or two), same live-journal…..


***

Truth is: it’s summer holidays. I have a Real Life. (yes! I’m just as shocked about this discovery as you are!) My daughter and husband are home the next three weeks.

I’ve discovered that it becomes harder and harder to find time to consistently write my target of 3 pages of day. And that is what I need for my story-telling,… I think this is a good moment for a temporary break, a little hiatus, and reprise the story, on a daily basis, in two weeks.

I’m still here. I might even post an occasional fanfic, drabble or something else, just that I cannot continue THIS story on a daily basis, for now. I, however, want to finish what I started… Yes, there IS an end. And I hope that you will all be there in two weeks to find out what will happen to the Walkers and comrades next.

With love,

Marea67
 
Comments 
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4th-Aug-2009 01:44 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm sad William died. I wanted him to really pay and then come to terms with his children. Maybe in another AU? ;)

Have a nice "vacation". I'll be waiting for your return!
4th-Aug-2009 12:53 pm (UTC)
Good to know that there will be at least two people waiting for me to return. :)
4th-Aug-2009 12:52 pm (UTC)
Well, it's not like I'm really gone. I'm not going away. But it's nice to be able to enjoy playing with my girl without having to worry, if I'll have something to post.

Or perhaps write some more Random Words, drabbles or something else beside AU.
7th-Aug-2009 08:23 am (UTC)
I never saw this coming. This could be the worst punishment for William Walker...Ever! Can't imagine myself dying without getting that one last chance at making things right!

I feel that William has been punished in the worst way possible. Good job!

Enjoy your break. Hope you and your family have a wonderful time together. I will be waiting right here in front of my computer on August 17th. =)
20th-Aug-2009 07:20 am (UTC)
I somehow missed this message.

I'm glad you feel that, because so do I. Don't forget he wrote some letters though before he died.

Don't know yet what impact those will have. ;)
15th-Aug-2009 08:16 am (UTC)
finally I can read the last 6 or 7 chapters,
can´t wait for the next!

:D
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10th-Apr-2011 02:35 pm (UTC)
I picked up this story on the 17 August 2009. If you follow this post, http://marea67.livejournal.com/79808.html you'll run into them. :) Glad you liked it. :)

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12th-Apr-2011 11:29 am (UTC)
Hi,

Can you please explain? :)

Are you placing my stories on your website? What website? I don't mind if someone puts links to my stories on their websites/blogs/livejournals, but I wouldn't like it if someone takes MY stories and post them as their own. (This has happened with something else I wrote - no fun!)

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