About: Walkers and their satellites. Original Characters Alex Grodin and Max Carter are back!
Rate: from G to NC-17, this one: G
Disclaimer: The Brothers & Sisters and satellites may not belong to me, but Alex Grodin and Max Carter definitely are figments of MY own sick fantasy.
Summary: Just before Christmas, a prisoner escapes with unfinished business on his mind.
Extra: To completely understand the full impact of this story you should (have)(re)-read "Happy Now?" chapter 1 to 12
Extra EXTRA!!! I've situated this story in season 4, until 4.09, so it will contain ***spoilers*** for those who have not seen season 4.
Nora browses through the magazines. She’s sure she saw some add for a spa where she could get a room, dinner, breakfast, massages and be pampered. Everybody is always on her case to ‘live a little’ and ‘not be so involved with her children’. Well, fine! That is exactly the advice she will take.
This year no stress for Christmas, no decorating, no worry about getting all the food in time and deal with endless grocery-lists. It will just her, a gorgeous room overlooking the beach and sea, walks in the sand, a stack of books and letting others do the work for her.
Ah! There it is. And… there’s the price…! She swallows. Alright, that is a bit more than she anticipated… She grabs her coffee-mug, takes a sip and plays with the sheet of paper. It is a lot of money for a few days of pampering. She sighs, suddenly not in such a victorious mood anymore.
She browses on, but to her dismay all prices are too high. Not that she can’t afford it, but to spend this much when it’s not necessary, is not her idea of a good time either. Annoyed she throws her pen on the table and rubs her eyes, feeling tired. She doesn’t want to be here alone for Christmas and she doesn’t want to be a burden to anyone either…
That is when she hears the muffled sound of her telephone coming from somewhere underneath the magazines.
“Hello, Nora, it’s Holly….”
Nora raises an eyebrow. Dealing with Holly is inevitable with the upcoming marriage of Rebecca and Justin, but she wishes that Holly didn’t always have to sound so cheerful.
“Yes, Holly, what can I do for you?”
“I wanted to hear your opinion on something….”
“Oh, oh?” Nora laughs half-heartedly.
“Nothing to worry about. It’s just that, Rebecca called this morning, joking that she and Justin would invite both of us for Christmas….”
“Justin joked about that too this morning…” Nora replies cautiously.
It remains awkwardly quiet for a few seconds, until Holly speaks up.
“I just wondered… just in case they are not joking… How would you feel about this?” Nora’s grip on the phone becomes tighter. How does she feel about spending Christmas with her late husband’s mistress, who will soon become her son’s mother-in-law…?
“Well… To tell you the truth, Holly, I’m not sure yet. With almost all the children preoccupied in other commitments, I had intended to spend some quality-time with myself. Away from the house. No fuss. No obligations. Just a hotel-room, a sauna, a masseur, preferably male, and room-service.”
Nora almost expects the sound of a thud on the other side and she has an image of Holly fainting over hearing these words, but instead Holly cheerfully replies:
“What a brilliant idea! I don’t believe you will do that, but I like the idea.”
“You don’t think that I will do it?” Nora asks, slight offended.
“Nora, I simply cannot imagine that you would do something this outrageous and leave your house and your kids on Christmas… That is not some taunt, just a fact… You’ll be there, expecting your kids to show up somehow, someway, because they always do.”
“Really?” Nora’s voice is coated with ice.
“Really… Oh, I have to go, David just came in. Well, think it over and let me know. The last thing I want, is for Christmas to be uncomfortable for Rebecca… or Justin.” There’s an insincere smile on both sides of the line as they say goodbye and as soon as she puts down the phone, Nora frowns in anger.
She’s however not sure what she’s exactly angry about. Is it just what Holly said, or is it because she knows very well that Holly is right. She gives the magazines on the table a dejected look. She does expect that she will be home and that, for some reason, everyone will be there, … somehow, someway…
She sighs. That is exactly the problem. She remembers how, just married, she hated that she had to go visit her mother. Not because she wanted to, but because it was expected of her… She doesn’t want to put Kitty, Kevin or Justin through that. Sure, they will say that they would love to be with her...
Yet, especially after her talk with her mother, she’s not sure anymore. She would use to say the same thing to Ida. However, Holly’s words have struck something inside her. Why should she not do something outrageous? Because it’s not within ‘her nature’? What does Holly know?
Nora grabs the magazine, that had the original add and tears out the page. She’ll show everyone that she can be impulsive, that she not tied to her house and her children don’t have to hold her hand. So there! She takes a deep breath and calls her best friend Emily.
It is just one of those countless, anonymous apartments in some building-block where no one knows each other. Long, semi-dark corridors where all the doors look the same and only have numbers, no names, nothing personal. ‘Mr Anderson’ unlocks the door of his small apartment, closes the door quietly behind him and puts his keys on the table.
Now that he feels the strong back of the couch behind him, Alex dares to relax. Fifteen years ago he had had the good idea of renting this very tiny apartment here under the name of Mr Anderson. He had explained then to the landlady, that he was often away for business, but wanted to have a place to call ‘home’.
The landlady had been most helpful then. She helped him hire a woman who would clean up the place once a month, as long as he was ‘overseas’, meaning that now he comes ‘home’ to a fresh place with the bed made up, ready for the night. It’s amazing how little people take notion of you if you make sure the rent gets paid on time. At the same time, it is a blessing, because no one cares who lives here.
He had been a bit worried about his escape already being on the news, but his landlady had taken one look at him and of course she had remembered Mr Anderson and, yes, she still had Mr Anderson’s keys, that he had given her to ‘keep safe, so they wouldn’t get lost during his travels’. He had smiled at her sweetness. He had always liked her, because she reminded him of his grandmother.
Now that he relaxes his body, he notices how tired he actually is. Getting rid of John’s car had been easy. So was pawning John's wedding-ring with some sad story about his wife being dead anyway. It put some money in his pocket to buy food… He’s very well aware that everyone will soon be looking for Alex Grodin, but also that he cannot be ‘Mr Anderson’ for long.
Of course, he will not need to be. All he has to do now is find Kevin and Scotty, finish his business with them and then get lost in the system again… But it will have to wait until tomorrow morning. He’s too tired now. He gives the bed a longing look and after a drink, he undresses and goes to bed.
“Oh, you’re still up.” Those are Scotty’s first words upon entering the loft and seeing Kevin on the couch, surrounded by paperwork.
“Yes, and after 8 cups of strong coffee to stay awake, I fear I’ll never sleep again.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, Mr Grumpy.” Scotty grins, kissing his husband lightly on the lips.
“Why are you so cheerful?”
“My idea for the menu of Christmas-night has been accepted. Delicious, easy to make and yet looking as if we poured hours of work into it, it has….”
“Please, no talk of food, it’s taken me all my willpower not to snack. Tell me tomorrow.”
Seeing that Scotty suddenly is less enthusiastic, Kevin pulls him closer, forcing him to straddle Kevin on the couch.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off like that. I’m just trying to lose a little weight before Christmas, so that I’ll look good for you.” Kevin sweetly apologizes, caressing Scotty’s back and thighs.
“I thought we established long ago that I have no problems with your body.” Scotty replies with a kiss that means that he forgives Kevin. “But, you do know cutting away the snacks only, is not enough.” Kevin’s question gets lost in their next kiss and Scotty answers with a smile: “You’ll also need some exercise. ”
“What did you have in mind?” Kevin asks, raising an eyebrow.
“For this particular exercise you need a bed and a horny partner….”
“Well, I have the bed… Where will I ever find the rest?” Kevin wonders with mock-innocence. Then Scotty’s smirk and following kiss gives him the answer.
END OF PART 3