August 20, 2008
It’s 39 days to go until the start of season 3 in America.
There are 39 episodes for season 1 and 2. (Not taking the unaired episode in account or the original pilot, as not everybody can see those)
I started to watch the episodes again. One episode a day.
And then I got the plan to write a small scene for every episode. (Never more than 1 page long)
1.22 Favorite son
Disclaimer: B&S doesn’t belong to me. Written with love, not for money.
Summary: Tommy can’t decide
Tommy stares at the children in their little cubicles. It is so unreal. There are several children fighting for their lives and two of them are his. Maybe not biologically, but still they are his responsibility. Kevin and Justin, whichever one, may have provided the possibility, ultimately they would be his. And he has a choice to make. A choice over their lives. Or death. And if he makes the wrong decision…
If he decides to save William, by using his sister, who still doesn’t have a name, he might survive. And maybe he wouldn’t and then Tommy would also jeopardize the life of the little girl. But if he doesn’t do something William will almost certainly die. And maybe that is exactly what is supposed to happen. Maybe it was not in the cards that Williams should live. Can he really play God here and decide? How do you come to such a decision anyway?
He walks away. He checks on Julia, but she’s still asleep, maybe she wants to go outside with him later on. To get some fresh air and clear her head. Tommy has so much admiration for Julia. She went through so much and is trying so hard to ‘get’ what is happening, but it must seem as unreal to her as it does to him. He looks out the window and sees a father playing with his child… It’s a pretty picture and for a moment Tommy closes his eyes.
He imagines the sun on his face, being in the park, throwing the ball at his son. Little William is 7 years old and he can imagine his laughter and his smile and the fun they can have. He will teach William about fruit, he will teach William about Ojai, so that one day, maybe, if Paige or Cooper won’t interfere, there will be another William Walker in charge of Ojai Fruits.
With a shock he opens his eyes as he, uncomfortably, realizes that he somehow never imagined anything for this little girl, who is fighting just as hard for survival. He never even bothered to come up with a name for her. He picks up the little list that Julia kept. A list of girls' names. He tries every single of those names on the list, but only one really makes him feel fuzzy inside. Elizabeth. Elizabeth Walker. A daughter, Elizabeth Walker. HIS daughter Elizabeth Walker.
And he imagines the sun on his face, being in the park, she is on her bike, a little red one. And she had these little pig-tails and she turns around to look at him. The sparkle in her eyes, a sweet smile on her face and she says: “Daddy, I’m waiting….. Are you coming…?” And he sees her and he knows he can teach her everything too. Elizabeth become real to him, as real as William is….
And suddenly he cannot give her up. He cannot give Elizabeth up for William. The decision cannot be his to make. Or Julia’s. Or the doctors’. He has to put this into God’s hands and let life … or death.... take its course….