abigail clark.

Drizella couldn’t believe how surprisingly easy it had been to climb over the railing of the overpass and stand right on the edge. The roar of the cars behind her on the freeway sounded miles and miles away even though they were so close and she wondered, briefly, if it would be easier to just step on the road and wait…instead of jumping off. But she’s always had very few choices in her life, ever since her mother came back…and this was certainly one of them.

She felt the railing press below her shoulder blades, the only thing grounding her there and the thing she leaned against to prevent gravity from doing the job for her. For a few seconds, she wondered what her mother would think and the answer came easily enough – Stop wasting time and just do it, or have you only climbed up here for sake of the dramatics? Yeah, that sounded about right. Slowly, Drizella extended her arms and felt the edge of the concrete under her feet shift a bit and she felt….free?

But then she heard the woman’s voice jolt her back to reality and before she knew it, her arms flew back down and latched onto the railing, grounding herself once again. She glanced at her quickly, heart lurching in her chest and out of all things she felt in that moment…she wanted to laugh. It sounded rehearsed in her ears – How did she know she didn’t want to do this? Why else would she be up here?

“You…you sound new at this,” She breathed out, a crooked grin tugging at her lips. “I don’t remember calling 9-1-1….shouldn’t you be on the other end of the line anyway?” She surprised herself at how carefree her voice sounded though her knees were close to buckling. Drizella took in a deep breath and shut her eyes tight, trying to focus herself at the task at hand but the other kept talking, trying to get through to her. 

“You’re right, you don’t know me so why bother trying?” Now there was the bitterness she was expecting and she inched away slowly, away from the offered hand, feet pushing forward just a little and further off the concrete. 

YES, SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE.     but, thankfully, here she was.    had she been at the call center, she wouldn’t have been able to be here to   (   hopefully   )   save this girl.   her heart was about to pound out of her chest when she saw her step closer to the ledge.   where on earth was buck   ?   why wasn’t he helping   ?   he was a firefighter, he must have been a hell of a lot better at this than her.    still, abby couldn’t deny the connection she felt to the brunette already.    maternal, one might even call it.   the redhead swallowed before she dared to move just an inch closer, praying it wouldn’t startle her too much.    ❝   i’m not new at this.   i hear calls come in every day, people who are scared, people who have lost hope that things are going to be okay.   i’d like to think i help them.   i’m good at my job.    if you let me, i think i could help you.   ❞   it was a long shot, but abby had a lot of faith in herself.   

       “What are you talking about?” The whole idea is preposterous, and probably impossible. Sure, some kids had made their way to Auradon, escaped the Isle and been chosen to go to the school there. However long their tenure in the other Kingdom lasted depended on their behavior, and so far, none had returned. Still, it seemed like such a long shot that she would be given the opportunity, given that she’s almost an adult, which means she’ll easily be able to be free of her step-mother, even if she likely won’t leave her; who else would Regina have? “I can’t leave the Isle. You have to be invited by the King. He hasn’t extended me any sort of invitation.” 

         “i don’t get the hype over winter olympics.  they’re boring as hell compared to summer.”

Ummm... I don’t see the weird. & she’s a vamp ; )

no one that took on any of the calls    had this easy,  whether or not it was in the field or not,  they  ALL  lost sleep over it.   glancing at the operator,   she notices that the stress isn’t any better for her than it is for the rest of them.  ❝  i’m gonna need somethin’ a whole lot stronger than wine for tonight,  unless you mind me drinking at least half the bottle.  ❞   but with the look on the redhead’s face,   she would need it just as bad for later no matter what was happening at home.   ❝  she’ll be fine     if i know her the way i thought i did.  ❞   that was something she was started to doubt the moment she found her on the ground with the pill bottle nearby  &  now she was doubting if she really knew what was going on in may’s mind.     ❝ keepin’’ her in my custody isn’t gonna be that easy,   with what i remember from all the cases as i’ve seen like this one.  ❞    &   with the hours both her  &  michael worked,  the odds were stacked against them again,    they were lucky to get to spend time with her next weekend.   ❝  telling you about that isn’t why i’m here  &  i doubt it’s what you wanted to hear when you came here.  does the price make that bottle of grapes any better ?  ❞     an eyebrow raised,    she enjoyed wine,  but tonight she wouldn’t be enjoying anything other than burn of hard liquor down her throat        whiskey was what she needed.

IT IS TRUE THAT ABBY COULD LISTEN TO HER TALK FOR HOURS.     the woman before her has been inspiring     &    she’d give nothing more than to shamelessly listen to her insights on so many topics.   but, right now, she’s chosen to share something personal.   she’s determined to not be awkward about it, given that she herself has dealt with a lot of terrible things lately.   but, what may had gone through was something she had never experienced    ------     not had anyone else in her life.    which was okay because athena wasn’t asking for advice or anything.   she merely wanted someone to talk to   ;    or so it seemed.      ❝    well, if you need someone to vouch for you, don’t hesitate to ask.   i don’t know you all that well, but from where i sit, you’re one hell of a mom.    &    a cop, but i’m sure you’d just think i was biased.    ❞     she smiled a little before she averted her gaze.   oh god, was she blushing   ?   this was a terrible time for her cheeks to turn the color of her hair. 

                             LIFE IN CALIFORNIA WAS NOT ALL THAT BAD. HE WAS ABLE TO PASS OFF AS HIS ALTER EGO ADAM KINGSLEY.   well in some places, others he fought about who he was. lately he tried to enjoy the home he made for himself.  black listed from the cia was a TOUGH THING to deal with there, was something he needed to do. hopefully, this meeting in LA was going to pan out.  sitting in a SMALL DINER, he looked over the booklet. BOUNTY HUNTING was about to pay off well —— even if the HOPE to recover his own job was still in the air, he was going to SIT AND WAIT, maybe st. claire will work with him then, now he was needing to SIT TIGHT. wait it out and get this job down pat. 

                                                  GETTING UP, HE MADE WAY TO GET ANOTHER COFFEE,  lips pursed, head lowered ; not sure how it happened but with your head in the clouds you’re bound to RUN INTO SOMEONE or something, this case a someone. spilling papers and coffee he cursed UNDER his breath, a sigh.     ❛ i am so sorry, lass. i am just all over the place today. ❜

SHE WAS GOING TO BE LATE AGAIN.    it was a good thing she was so good at her job or else her boss probably would have fired her.   but, all she’d wanted that morning was a cup of coffee before her shift.    usually, she wouldn’t drink caffeine before a shift because she was already antsy enough, but today was different.   she’d been up since last night because her mother hadn’t been able to sleep.   well, that meant she couldn’t either.    so, her favorite little diner on the corner was her go-to.   she’d entered   &   ordered in a timely manner.   it helped that the owner already knew her favorite, which meant that it wouldn’t take long.   she had decided to head to the restroom when she’d collided with the man, coffee spilling all over the front of her shirt.    GREAT.    that was just fantastic. 

how’s my portrayal   ?   

how’s my portrayal  ?   

disbelief is written all over her face    at the sight of the only friend she had under the sea that she thought had been the reason the ship crashed into her direction  & led to her presumable death.   if athena hadn’t said her name with that familiar look in her eye,  ursula wouldn’t have believed it was the mermaid that made her lose sleep for  YEARS  after her disappearance.       ❝   where the hell have you been ?  ❞   no one warned her about the fact that athena was alive & they sure as hell didn’t enlighten her on the fact that she was in storybrooke now.    it wasn’t a surprise that she was the  LAST  to know on something that mattered to her anymore,  not after everyone decided to tell her that cruella was dead with that look of pity in their eyes.     ❝   athena,   ❞     after all the time she wanted her power to be enough to bring the former queen back from the dead,   she was at a loss for words for the first time in  YEARS  as to what she could say to her.   there were no witty remarks to make about the reason she’d been so bitter over the years,  not with the other woman,   because that bitterness disappeared the moment athena returned .   it only made her wonder if all she destroyed in the redhead’s absence had been for nothing.

        “No, you’re fine.” Mary Margaret’s statement is accompanied by a gentle smile. While she had been volunteering at the hospital for a while now, as long as she could remember, she had always paid a visit to this particular patient; a man without a name, without a family, without anything or anyone. She had heard the story from Dr. Whale, after she had started volunteering, and it was a conversation with Regina that had cemented that he was important, somehow, in her heart, and the reason she kept visiting him. Someday, she had hope that someone would find him, and that he’d wake up, but until then, she’d continue to stop by. “I always stop by at the end of my rounds volunteering. Just to check on him. I’m glad to see someone else cares about him as well.” Even if they didn’t know who he was. “I’m Mary Margaret.”