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 Title: The Best Laid Plans...
Author: [info]casy_dee 
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: S4 (slight)
Warning: Angst, sadness
Genre: Romance/Gen 
Chapter: 1/2 or 3?
Summary: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] connorandabby Christmas challenge. Connor and Abby plan to spend a happy Christmas together post-Cretaceous... but as they say, nothing is ever so simple. Christmas fic... Happy Holidays.




A/N: This is my Abby/Connor Christmas fic, and I hope you enjoy! Happy holidays. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] evenstar_estel and [livejournal.com profile] prehistoriccat (with who I share a Vulcan mind meld, evidently) for helping me to brainstorm on this one.

The Best Laid Plans…


Chapter 1

 

He wanted everything to be perfect. Abby had reluctantly disclosed that she hated the holidays mostly because of how crap they'd been whilst she was growing up in foster care. She said that even on the couple of occasions she and Jack had the luck to be with a decent family, she'd still always felt like an outsider. It was if she was looking through the glass with her nose pressed flat; close enough to really see what she was missing, but far enough away to never be able to touch it for herself.

Connor understood it, and more than that, he wanted it too. Once his mum had started loosing it, holidays had been horrible. He'd had to commit her right before Christmas the year he turned twenty-one. She'd progressed to stage six of Alzheimer's, and he just couldn't take care of her anymore on his own. He'd gone to Uni shortly afterwards; he'd decided that there was no longer any reason to put his life on pause. The home was the best place for her. At least, that's what he told himself when he started feeling guilty. Still, every Christmas he got to thinking about his mum, and about that first depressing year he'd spent at Uni all alone. She'd only been fifty years old, and it wasn't fair. It was hard to be cheery during the holidays. Thank god he didn't carry the gene.

Last Christmas had come and gone without notice. Connor had to assume they were in a latitude of the earth that was relatively season-less during the Cretaceous era, because in the year they'd spent there, it had merely gotten chilly during the winter. Connor had explained to Abby that it was largely due to the amount of volcanic activity which increased the amount of carbon dioxide in the air. For some reason, she hadn't been terribly interested. She did appreciate the fact that they weren't in one of the locations where snow had been known to fall, despite the warmer global temperature. Nothing like adding cold and wet to truly make for a miserable existence.

When they'd realized that they missed Christmas that year they had spent the evening comparing bad Christmas stories. Abby won. They had agreed that the holidays they'd spent together had been the best ones they'd had, for both of them. Connor at least had a few early ones that had been good memories… before his dad had died and his mother had lost herself in grief, and then in dementia. Abby had some horrible stories. Ones that made him shake with anger and wish he could wipe it all away… but he couldn't. All he could do was to try to give her happy memories, and he'd sworn to do so.

Connor had gotten all the things to make a lovely dinner, and Abby had strung lights and garlands throughout their flat. They had put up the tree together, though in typical Connor fashion, he'd nearly broken his neck as he tried to put on the star. For the first time in a very long time, they were both looking forward to Christmas. Connor had agonized over a gift for Abby, but he'd found something… he just hoped it was good enough. He noticed a little box under the tree for him, as well. He wondered if his gift had given her as much trouble.

He'd wished he'd been able to find the courage to buy her what he'd wanted to… an engagement ring. He was terrified it would send her running away from him, given her views on marriage, so he'd decided to wait. Perhaps next year. Regardless, he was determined to make this year a good memory for the both of them, and so far it was looking like it would be perfect… so of course something had to spoil it. It came in the form of a phone call.


Connor was sat on the sofa when she came home. The telly was off, the room was dark, and his head was in his hands. It had been a familiar occurrence to find him like that whilst they were trying desperately to regain what they'd lost when they'd been trapped in the past, but she'd thought that was firmly behind them. She'd gotten her Connor back, though she'd had to fight for him. It must be something else. His head jerked up when she entered, and he turned to face her, scrubbing his hands over his face.

"What is it?" she asked.

"My mum… she's in a bad way. I have to go to her," he replied.

"Of course," Abby replied.

She knew his mother suffered from early onset Alzheimer's disease, a fact he'd haltingly confessed to her one night in the Cretaceous. He rarely talked about his family in the time they'd lived together, but she'd let it be because she never talked about hers, either. She assumed he'd had his reasons, and she'd just been relieved that he'd never wanted to pry into her bad memories. Her heart had broken for him, when he told her. She thought perhaps it was worse to have known what you were missing than to have never had it.

Many people would have let such a thing turn them bitter, but not Connor. She never ceased to be amazed at the core of strength inside of him. He'd merely accepted the responsibility of taking care of his mother, and never complained that nearly all of his income went to her care. She'd finally understood why he'd always been so skint. He'd confessed that he'd be grateful to Lester for the rest of his life for ensuring his mother's care was still paid for during their absence. Connor was a good man, through and through; she would be there for him, as he'd been there for her so many times.

Connor chewed his lip before he spoke again, "I'm sorry. I know this wasn't what we'd planned. I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised.

"You don't want me to come?" Abby asked, trying not to be hurt.

"I'd never ask you to do that. It'll be horrible… and it might upset her if you're in the room. You'd just be waiting outside, and it's a hospital-" Connor explained, not meeting her eyes.

She rested her hand on his cheek, turned him to face her, "Shhh. I want to go."

He nodded after a moment's hesitation and gave her a watery smile, "Okay."

Abby began to pack for the trip. She rang the ARC and informed them that they wouldn't be available for the next few days, and claimed family emergency. Connor had been too shell shocked to remember to do it. He was also having a difficult time packing. Even after loosing all his favorite clothes, his style post-Cretaceous could still be described as slightly quirky, but she thought that the fact that he'd packed no trousers might push the bounds a bit more than intended.

She hated to see him like this… and it reminded her forcibly of when Cutter had died. He hadn't eaten or slept then, either. Her feelings for him then had been so confusing, and she'd been hurting so much herself at the time; Cutter had been important to her, as well. She'd left him to deal with the sorrow mostly on his own, but for nagging him to eat or sleep. She was just glad she could be here for him now… really be there for him.

She held him close that night, stroking his hair and talking with him until he managed to eventually fall asleep. In the morning, they would take the train to Leeds, where his mum was hospitalized. The roads were nasty thanks to record snowfalls, and she didn't fancy such a long drive. Although they expected the trains would be running slowly, it was still better than white-knuckling the entire way there.


They were sat at the kitchen table, eating a quick breakfast of toast before they left for the train station. Abby's mobile rang, breaking the silence and startling her badly enough for her to spill her coffee. She swallowed hard when she looked at the number… Jack. Her brother rarely called, and when he did, he usually wanted something. She gave Connor an apologetic smile and answered.

Jack wasn't acting like himself at all. He was sobbing into the phone, begging Abby to come to see him for Christmas. As usual, his timing was impeccable. Despite the fact that she'd sworn to let him learn to deal with his own messes, she felt the familiar pulling of her heartstrings that demanded she look after her baby brother. They only had each other left, after all. If he needed her, didn't she owe it to him? She looked up to meet Connor's gaze, his dark eyes showing only concern for her. Perhaps she could join him later, after she'd dealt with her brother. No. He needed her, too. Torn, she told Jack she'd come if she was able to, but that she was not making any promises.

"Everything okay?" Connor asked softly.

Abby shook her head, "I don't know. Jack… he wants me to come spend Christmas with him. He was crying…" she shrugged, "He wouldn't say what was wrong."

Connor nodded, "You should go, Abby. He's your brother, and he needs you."

Conflicted, she searched his face to help her find an answer, "No. You need me, and we are meant to spend Christmas together."

He pulled her into his chest for a quick hug, and then brushed his thumb over her lips as he looked down at her, "I'm fine, really. I've known this might happen for a long time, haven't I? Jack is your family… and we have lots of Christmases to look forward to," his expression turned a little uncertain, "don't we?"

She gave him a timorous smile, "We do."

After the hell of the last year, and then the nightmare that had followed during their re-integration, he should have been certain of that, at least.

They would go to the train station together, and Abby would leave for Leicester after she saw Connor off. It wasn't what either of them had imagined on Christmas Eve, but as Connor had said, there would be other years.

Connor held her tightly as he waited for the final call to board. He hated that they would be apart, but he couldn't find it in him to tell Abby how much he wanted her to come with him. He knew how important family was, and how much she loved her egocentric prat of a brother. He'd not act like a selfish child and demand she come with him instead. He'd felt guilty enough about taking her with him to see his mum to begin with. She'd be miserable, and bored, and she'll see you fall apart, a small voice whispered. Still, it hurt that she'd chosen Jack over him… again, but he pushed it down deep and hid it away. You didn't show it when people hurt your feelings, a lesson ground into him from birth. He'd not wanted her to feel badly about it either. He'd deal with this, for her sake.

Abby melted into Connor's chest as she waited for him to have to leave her. She was already having second thoughts about going to see Jack, but it was too late to back out of it now. She would have done, if Connor hadn't been so reluctant to let her come along in the first place. She couldn't help but feel as if she was intruding on something that should have been private between him and his mother. She thought he'd probably agreed to let her come along in the end just so she wouldn't be alone on Christmas.

He pulled away as they made the final boarding call, "Ring us when ya get there, yeah?"

Abby nodded, "And you."

He leaned in to kiss her, wishing he could say what was in his heart, knowing he wouldn't. She kissed him back, tunneled her hand into his hair and held him close. The call for boarding came again. They broke apart, Connor glancing back over his shoulder as he moved to get in the queue. She watched until the train disappeared, her heart heavy. It was the first time they'd spent a night apart since the Cretaceous.


His mother looked so fragile. He still remembered when she'd been a vibrant fiery lady that had loved him and his father above all else. She had lost much of her spark when his dad died, but she loved him, just the same. Now she didn't know him, hadn't for a long time now. He hoped for the faintest glimmer of recognition, but he never got it. He likely never would again. She was in the final stages, on a feeding tube, and she'd likely not make it through the night according to her doctor. He'd arrived just in time.

"Mum, it's me," he smiled, blinking back the tears in his eyes as he came to her bedside.

She turned her head slowly and looked up at him. Her eyes were cloudy and confused, and he bit back the grief rising in his chest as she failed to recognize him yet again. He always had that little bit of hope that she would, by some miracle. Abby had accused him of being an incurable optimist. In the Cretaceous, he'd maintained that they would get home, they just had to keep faith. He'd been right then, and he just hoped he could be right once again.

When her eyes cleared and he saw recognition behind them, he almost sobbed in relief. Perhaps he had his miracle after all. Did she know him? Would he have a chance to say goodbye?

"Colin? Where have you been? I have been waiting for you," his mother said, her voice wavering and weak.

Connor froze, hope dying. Colin had been his father's name. He swallowed, trying to force down the painful lump that had risen in his throat. His chest hurt so much he couldn't hardly breathe.

"It's Connor, Mum," he whispered, "Your son."

He saw her begin to get agitated, pulling at the electrodes and then at her oxygen. If he got her excited, they'd sedate her and he may never get to say goodbye. He squeezed his eyes shut, "I'm here. Your Colin is here."

He wanted to weep, but it would only upset her. He took her hand in his and kissed the back of her hand. He smiled at her, finding the strength to do so because he remembered how strong, how fierce she'd been once. She'd been fearless, his mum.

"Always loved your smile. Couldn't help but to smile back at it. I missed you. Why did you leave?" she asked.

He pressed his lips together and shook his head, "Didn't want to. Didn't have a choice. I love you," he answered, his voice breaking.

He was trembling, heartsick and so unsure of what he was doing. He'd faced down death more times than he could count, but this moment was so much worse. What he'd give to have Abby next to him. She'd know what to do, here. He just wanted… he choked back a sob, he wanted his mum again. He leaned over and hugged her carefully. He closed his eyes and pretended she knew it was him, and it was good for a moment. She hadn't hugged him since he'd committed her. Hadn't known him… and had trusted him less and less to the point were he'd stopped coming to visit. He pulled away reluctantly and hastily dashed away the tears that had fallen.

She smiled at him, her gaze beginning to cloud again, "I was just waiting for you. Love you… just going to close my eyes for a little bit."

He nodded, "Okay. I'll be here."

The flatline from her heart monitor had woken him from his daze. His mum had left orders, from when she was still in her right mind. No resuscitation. No ventilator. No funeral. Connor wrapped his hands around his head and brought his head to his knees as sobs wracked his body. She was gone, really gone. He was an orphan at age twenty-seven.


The entire drive to Jack's place she'd felt guilty. Guilty and angry at herself for falling into old patterns again. Connor needed her, whether he admitted to it or not, and she was running off to take care of her brother again. Jack had better bloody well have some reason for his breakdown other than too many gambling debts, or she was going to give him a thump in the face. She'd gotten a text from Connor saying he was safely arrived, but she'd heard nothing further. That wasn't like him, and she had suspicions that things with his mother had been worse than he'd let on. She made up her mind that after she checked on Jack, she would drive up to meet him. She would spend Christmas Day with him.

She pulled up to Jack's flat with more than a little trepidation. It looked like a Uni party place rather than a home of any sort. Beer bottles littered the front steps, and two guys were lying passed out on the front lawn. Anger began to build as she slogged through the snow to get to the front door, her suspicions growing stronger by the minute. She pounded on the front door, and by the time Jack had come stumbling to the door, she was in a full force rage.

Abby vibrated with fury. She'd come all this way to check on Jack, left Connor alone with his sick mum on Christmas, and Jack had called her because he'd gotten so pissed that he'd become emotional. Turns out, he'd been up all night and into the morning drinking with his mates. He'd staggered towards her and fell into her as he'd answered the door, still drunk despite the fact that he said he'd gone to bed directly after calling her. To top it all off, he had rolled his eyes at her when she laid into him for it, and then said he was going back to bed.

She literally wanted to choke him. Done. She was done with him, brother or no. When he finally grew up and learned how to be a responsible adult she'd speak to him again, but until then, she told him she wanted nothing further to do with him. He'd pulled these sort of stunts before, and every time, she fell for it, hoping he had changed. He'd done this to her for the last time. She slammed the door and left, ignoring the hot tears of disappointment that fell. God, she wanted Connor. She wanted his strong arms around her and his comforting presence. She swallowed the bitterness down and let anger take its place. She'd rather feel angry than to acknowledge the guilt, the sorrow, and the pain that Jack always seemed to bring into her life.

Sat in the driver's seat of her car, she rested her head on the wheel. She tried to send a text to Connor, but it had bounced back. She supposed she'd just surprise him. Sighing, she pulled herself together and turned the key. It didn't start. She tried again, but a loud grinding thump from under the bonnet told her that something was horribly wrong with her car. Too much. It was just too much to take. She broke down, frustrated and furious and just incredibly sad. She let the tears fall unchecked. This was shaping up to be the worst Christmas she'd ever had... and it was her fault.

The train station was nearby. She'd get to him, somehow. She would get to him before Christmas. She would.

TBC


A/N: Fear not, my lovelies. It's a Christmas fic, and ya'll know I'm a hopeless romantic. Please do review if you like it (or if you don't) and tell me what you think? My poor muse needs the encouragement to write. *grins* You wouldn't want her to go hungry during the holidays, now would you?

 

 

Date: 2010-12-21 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evenstar-estel.livejournal.com
UGH! Shred my soul for the holidays why don't you!?! My heart totally broke for Connor, especially because he was all alone when his mum died. Furthermore how horrid to have pretend to be his dad... like Connor never existed in her mind.

And Jack Maitland, you are a complete waste of skin! Sometimes he reminds me of my brother - always asking for favours or help, but never being available or 'adult' when it's the other way around. I'm glad Abby's washed her hands of him. And there again with the heartbreak with her sitting alone in her car, all cold and sad! BUT I loved her dogged determination to get to Connor for Christmas!

Eagerly awaiting the next part!

Date: 2010-12-22 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
You are one to talk, LOL! Connor really is in a bad place, and to go through it all alone makes it that much worse.

I have an overwhelming dislike for Jack... and yep, I believe he's cut from the same cloth as your (and thewritingbug's) brother. A little shit with a sense of entitlement but no other sense whatsoever. Poor girl, though. She *does* love him, and he hurt her terribly.

So glad you like it! Thanks so much!!

Date: 2010-12-21 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prehistoriccat.livejournal.com
Already left a comment on ff.net, but I had to comment here too because my glasses are still fogged up from crying for poor Connor!

Bloody Jack!!! Let's hope Abby can get to Connor and be there for the one who deserves her attention.

Date: 2010-12-22 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
Yay! Glad you liked this! I truly think this is a horrible thing for him to go through... our poor boy needs a hug.

Jack is a worthless turd, but I think Abby has finally realized this. (We hope, eh?)

Thanks X2!!

Date: 2010-12-21 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophiathorn.livejournal.com
OMG! I cried! My heart broke for Connor....I know how it feels to try and care for someone you love when they don't even recognize you. My great grandmother has been in a home for the past two years, the last time I visited her with my siblings she didn't know who we were. She thought that my elder brother was my great grandfather and that I was her daughter. Dementia is a truly terrible thing.

On a lighter note, I am extremely glad Abby has washed her hands of her smarmy git of a brother.

Can't wait for the next part!

Date: 2010-12-22 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
Thanks so much! My grandmother is like this, although it's due to stroke. She calls me a lemon, and my husband is my 'daddy.' She calls my mom and aunt by her sister's names. It truly is a terrible thing to see, and one of my biggest fears.

And yes, Abby has finally wised up... I hope. :)

Glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-12-22 02:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nietie.livejournal.com
Meep! You're Life is so cruel to Abby and Connor.
I know they're going to be all right, but still: meep!

Date: 2010-12-22 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
Thanks much! I'm glad some you are enjoying this one.

Date: 2010-12-22 06:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tay-21.livejournal.com
Good God woman! What is WRONG with you?!?!?!?! I'm now sitting in Starbucks (because it's the only place I could go to just sit for a while without interruption and write) trying to finish my Christmas fic and I took time out to read this. SADNESS, sadness, you say? GOOD GRIEF! I'm trying not to embarrass myself crying. I think that's the most depressing Christmas story I've read to date. You killed Connor's mum on Christmas Eve, AFTER making him pretend to be his DEAD father because she didn't recognize him! AHHHHHHHH!

Also, I've now decided that your other fic with Jack, the one where he got hit by a car and killed, yeah, that wasn't good enough for him. Some one should drop him into a meat grinder or something. What a JERK.

This is ridiculous, UPDATE SOON!!!!! Oh I need to go read ACTUAL Christmas fluff or something, so I can get back in the mood to write my Christmas fluff.

You're such a freaking awesome writer, but I'm not actually going to tell you that until you make it better. *pouts, sulks, whines and hides in the cupboard 'till you fix it!*

EDIT: *pokes head out of cupboard to yell at you*
NO SMILIES 'TIL THEN EITHER!
*slams cupboard door closed again and resumes sobbing*
Edited Date: 2010-12-22 06:09 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-12-23 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
Um... I take it the emotional angst came trough clear enough? I know... I've beat the daylights out of Connor on this one. And Jack? Complete ass-hat. Some day he'll get his. (no, really. I still have the giant bug eggs being laid inside his body as a host idea for a fic in the back of my mind for a rainy day.)

I'm working on this one again, and I've got some good progress... but if I don't stop delving it's going to end up a three parter. *shrugs* Course, I might lose some of it in the edit. 1.5K words so far.

Thanks very much, and I'm glad you took a moment to read... even if I made you cry. *comforts* I'll piece them back together.

Date: 2010-12-23 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tay-21.livejournal.com
Yeah, the emotional angst came through LOUD AND CLEAR!

Jack with bug eggs waiting to hatch in side him???? I love how your brain works sometimes. That's a brilliant idea. *still withholds smilies on principle*

I told you I would get to it. I just had to find a time and place where I could focus on it and properly read it. Plus I didn't want to read while I felt like pulling my hair out. Which is usually what I feel like when I'm trying to read fic around my family, specifically my brother. Oh well, the evenings are much calmer.

Date: 2010-12-23 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
LOL, well, my smutty Missing Reel is cheery... honest. Next time you have a mo to read I won't have you in tears by reading it. Oh! And I posted to the Denial thingamabob my kinky prompt. *bows*

Date: 2010-12-23 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tay-21.livejournal.com
I'll try to get to it soon. Promise. I'm so sorry it's taking me so long to get to it.

YAY! I'll go back and see what you put in and then get right on that. Hehehehe!

Date: 2010-12-23 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
It's one of my legnthier ones so you may need a bit o time to read it.

I'm excited for you to write my prompt. *snickers*

*waits for reaction*

Date: 2010-12-23 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tay-21.livejournal.com
GREAT prompt. I'll have to think about that, but that should be loads of angsty fun to write. Maybe they're fighting over stupid Jack. ;-D

Date: 2010-12-23 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
Hair pulling is a big green light. Yep. I'm down. *grins*

*bounce bounce bounce* Hee!

Date: 2010-12-23 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tay-21.livejournal.com
HMMM, I'm sensing a reappearance of Possessive!Dominant!Connor. Hmmmmm... *mouth is watering a bit at the scenes that are formulating in my head*

Date: 2010-12-23 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
yes please. *gives Connor eyes*

Date: 2010-12-23 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knitekat.livejournal.com
Ouch. That is just ouch. Poor Connor *hugs him* Poor Abby *hugs her* As for Jack *thwacks him hard and repeatedly*

Date: 2010-12-24 01:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
Precisely. Trust Jack to ruin things for them for the holidays, eh?

Thanks very much!

Date: 2010-12-26 02:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fredbassett
Jack really is a wanker!

Poor Connor :)

Date: 2010-12-26 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
LOL, yes. Yes he is. Whenever karma reahes up and smacks him, he's going to get it good.

I did rough up Connor (emotionally, this time) quite a bit... *grins*

Thank you much!

Date: 2010-12-28 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] geminii524.livejournal.com
Wow! You sure know how to rip it up for Christmas! You've left poor Abby and Connor sobbing their separate anguishes alone. Poor mum. Actually, I take that back - she was at least happy and peaceful thinking her Colin was there at last. I have to think that it was a small (very small) consolation for Connor to know that.

Time for Abby and Connor to start thinking like a family and be together. Pleeaase! Make it so!! Need some happy after this shredder :(

Date: 2010-12-29 12:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
LOL, thanks. :) I beat them both up a bit with this one, eh? Bad muse. Bad. Of course, you know I have to add in the happy... Christmas afterall. And thanks much! Glad you enjoyed it.

Date: 2011-01-02 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deinonychus-1.livejournal.com
waaaaaah!!!! You made me all teary-eyed. And you made Connor cry, you evil person! And Abby, for that matter.

Oh, poor, poor Connor, that must be absolutely awful for him *huggles him extra hard*. And can we all punch Jack until he can't talk any more? I hope you're going to make it all better and give them some comfort in part 2.

Date: 2011-01-02 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
Yes, I did bring out the soul-shredding on this one. He's pretty no matter how you beat him, LOL!

I have an obsessive hatred of Jack... perfect bad guy. I really am going to have to write that other fic where I hatch giant bugs inside of him...

:) Thanks!

Date: 2011-01-07 07:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ssw-loved.livejournal.com
Bit of a latecomer to this one here, but I came across it and couldn't help but leave a comment. I think you've got these two spot on. I can hear their dialogue when you write them ... it's brilliant.

This one did hit home for me, though. My nana's got alzheimers... and there's always a sense of dread when we go to visit. What Connor said about Abby's presence possibly upsetting her was very true. We've had to tell my other grandmother not to visit for that very reason.

And ... this was just lovely.

Date: 2011-01-07 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casy-dee.livejournal.com
Thanks very much, I'm glad you liked it! My grandmother had a stroke, and it has affected her memory much the same way. Such a horrible thing.

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