#teagansmaron

Silence swallows the town of Olympus. It feeds on the fear that spreads like an infection. The sound of bullets from a near distance is something John will never quite shake. He’s now aware that, despite his undying fear from one Taylor Danvers, there was much more to be paranoid about these days. Though dying had never scared him, he had come to terms with the fact that death was boundless and seemingly inevitable. But to die by the hands of an accident, a mistake. That burden was too much for John to fathom. It’s probably why he keeps himself at Teagan’s side. He’ll be damned before she becomes another casualty. Sutton Chambers didn’t deserve a demise that useless, that random. She should have been buried after dying of old age alongside her husband. Her daughter should have attended her funeral and reminisced on the good days. But, no, Olympus was unkind. 

John’s bike roars as it rides through the empty streets. Housewives and their unfaithful husbands have, rightfully so, decided to stay inside today, tucking their fear riddled children into bed. You’d think a storm was coming and everyone was just bracing for impact. Perhaps there was but more in a metaphorical sense. John slows down as he arrives to the hospital, putting his transpiration in park, removing the helmet from his head. Usually, he never wore one, but Rowan’s voice inside his head nagging him about it was particularly louder today. His phone is plucked from his pocket. The pads of his fingers hover over the keyboard, wandering what he should say. Nothing seemed right, even now. He can’t exactly say “Sorry your friend is dead and sorry we kissed on the night she died. Wanna talk about it?”.

With a sigh, John decides to keep it simple. I’m out front. You wanna go for a ride? 

A couple minutes pass before Teagan comes wandering out. They were both back in their regular attire. Teagan in her scrubs and John in his jacket, flannel, and jeans. “Hey,” He says through the quiet, one hand reaches back to grab his extra helmet, “We can go wherever you want. Your choice.”

Sasha knew that staying here in Olympus was a risk. For now, she was sure of staying but not so sure that she was going to buy a house. A rental house was the best way to go for now, but the houses that she had seen so far were not that great. The last house that was on the viewing list of the day was one that already looked good from the outside. Probably too good to be true… There had to be something that this house was available. She learned from the realtor that the person who had lived here before had some issues with the neighbor next door and it made Sasha curious to what it had been.

The tour of the house was a quick one but Sasha was pretty sure that it was everything that she would need during her time here in Olympus, no matter how long it was going to be. But she was curious about the issues of the previous owner. When she had exited the house to look at the gardens, she had noticed a woman coming out of the house and Sasha knew that this was the opportunity she needed to inquire about the previous owner.

The woman quickly walked up to the other woman next door. “Excuse me? I’m sorry to bother you but I’m looking at the house next door as a potential place for me to live, but I have a few questions about the neighbourhood. Any chance you can help me out?”

@teagansmaron​

when + where early afternoon, olympus medical center

He’s trying to get back to real life again, to return to his normal routine and keep putting one foot in front of the other. Andy starts with making lunch — A ritual shared between him and Rowan that he loves. He makes her lunch with the intent of meeting up with his wife so the two could sneak off for an hour and enjoy a home cooked meal, rather than whatever it is they serve in the hospital cafeteria. The only issue? He’d gotten her schedule mixed up, arriving at the lobby just to find Dr. Thane was four hours into a seven hour surgery. Just his fucking luck. Andy doesn’t bother arguing with the nurses or making any demands — It’s an honest mistake, even if it leaves him more frustrated than anything. With  the sack lunch with the nurses for when Rowan’s out of surgery, he finds his way out, resisting the urge to light up a cigarette, Andy instead finds himself at the coffee cart. Smoking in front of a hospital wouldn’t be his best look, especially when his wife is inside performing surgery — So he settles with a latte, instead. And thankfully, he ends up in line behind a familiar face — Teagan. “Seems we got the same idea,” he greets her, gesturing to the cup of coffee in his hand. “At least I don’t look completely outta place here standin’ with you. Steal me one’a those white coats and I’ll blend right in.”

Blake had tackled the biggest hurdle of them all in her pregnancy which was telling Rowan.  She felt as though a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders now that she knew, but she was still struggling with an underlying feeling of guilt that she couldn’t shake.  She knew that Rowan was happy for her, but it went much deeper than that for her and she desperately wished that there was something she could do to make her feel better but she knew that this was something Rowan had to deal with on her own.  She hoped that the rest of it would be smooth sailing and she could just go through them in a blur of congratulations which had brought her to Teagan Maron’s doorstep with a bag of treats and cups of coffee from Mama Kay’s.

When Teagan answered the door, Blake held up her treats and coffee up with a grin spread across her lips.  “Surprise!”  She exclaimed.  She knew that she had been MIA for the better half of the month, but Teagan had checked in with her over the course of the last few weeks which she was very grateful for.  Blake wanted to let her in on what was going on and why she had done the things she’d done, but she knew that Teagan would support her.  “I know I have been the worst friend ever, but m’here to make up for it and catch up on the last month.”  She said as she made her way into Teagan’s home.  “Also, I have a secret to tell you.”

After Wes had broke the news to her about his situation, Blake was unsure of what to do or where to go.  She drove circles around Olympus until she was almost dizzy and ended up in the parking lot of the Dive one too many times, unable to process what was truly going on.  He was married.  It was more than a oh, I slept with someone.  Wes stood at an altar and said yes to another person which was something Blake could never even fathom doing.  Her heart had always belonged solely to him regardless of whoever she slept with after they’d separated.  She felt as if her entire world had been ripped from under her feet and turned upside down; she wanted him so much and fought so hard for them to start fresh and the whole thing had practically been a fucking lie.  All of the I love you’s and mindless pillow talk had meant nothing and it left her reeling.  She debated with herself for over an hour whether or not she should go into the Dive or not, but just as quickly as Wes pulled into the parking lot, she was gone.  The only place she knew she could go other than home was Rowan’s, but she knew that the blonde had enough on her plate with fertility shots and everything else going on in her life and the last thing she needed was to be pulled down with Blake, so she resisted the urge to pull her father’s old truck into the driveway of the Thane residence.

Blake continued to lap around Olympus before she pulled into the liquor store.  She made her way inside quickly where she purchased a ridiculously sized bottle of Pinot Grigio and made her way back to the truck.  She knew where she was going; it was the only place that she felt she could go without severe judgement or being looked down on.  Teagan Maron’s.  She made her way over to the neurosurgeon’s home and put her car in park, making her way up the walk way.  She was still reeling at the information given to her and was unable to process the fact that he was married.  She resisted the urge to pull the cork out of the bottle as she stood at Teagan’s front door, knocking eagerly as she practically vibrated.  The realistic part of her brain knew that the passed few weeks were not necessarily a lie, but she couldn’t help but feel that it was all fucking bullshit.  She fought so hard, wanted him so much, and this was where it got her, standing at an old friend’s door with a bottle of wine the size of her torso.  When Teagan opened the door, Blake immediately looked up and held up the bottle of wine up with an obviously devastated look on her face.  “I don’t want to talk about it,” Blake said quickly, practically begging.  “I don’t need a lecture.  I know what I’m about to do and I just... need you, T.  Please.”

The evident frenzy Olympus has found itself in was hard to ignore, especially here at the town’s local hospital. Maya finds it hard to ignore crowds of sorrowful strangers within the waiting room. A part of her hates not knowing what they might be here for. A hurt loved one, or a co-worker, or maybe even for themselves. It certainly puts her own situation into perspective. Sure, Maya has been through enough troubles, but sometimes things like this could be a tad polarizing. Who am I to complain? The dark-haired woman can’t help but ask herself. Though, despite her thoughts, she carries on.

Maya was actually looking for Teagan. The other woman wasn’t a friend quite yet. More so an acquaintance that Maya knows through booking her therapy appointments at the community center where she worked. It’s obvious to Maya that Teagan has been through things, things she may not allow to scratch the surface. Perhaps because Maya does the same thing, guarding what truly lies underneath by shoving it down and hoping for the best. For now, Maya won’t pester the truth out of Teagan, mainly because she wouldn’t want someone to do the same for her. She wants to keep this light, a place where both of them can feel safe. Besides, Teagan was relatively new in town too, so it’s the least Maya could do.

Once Maya spots her, she’s quick to pad towards her, setting down containers of food for her. “Lasagna's in the top one, homemade cookies and cake in the bottom one.” The receptionist smiles warmly before continuing, “I stress cook when I’m feelin’ down and I thought I might give back instead of letting all this rot in my fridge.” She shrugs, tone remaining light, “I also just wanted to see how you were. It must be a lot to deal with right now.”

John arrives just in time. Fellow party goers climb out of their cars all dressed in various costumes for the evening. He spots Captain America, a vampire, some ghoul-looking thing, Elton John, Prince, Morticia, Justin Bieber, a wizard, and a female spy. Bright, beaming smiles graced their expressions as they moved into the Harris House. Seeing comradery like this in Olympus always seemed a tad out of place, truth be told. This was a town riddled with crime and people who claimed they were bad to the bone. Yet, tonight, bikers and innocent natives alike all come together to eat their weight in sweets and dance to Thriller by Michael Jackson and The Monster Mash. All was right in the world.

While everyone heads inside, John waits out front for Teagan. Could he call her his date? Their current status tonight seemed a little up in the air, that was for sure, so much so that John decides to take the matching costumes with a grain of salt. He didn’t want to push it with Teagan, fearful he may trip over his words and emotions and inevitably ruin a good thing. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

Once Teagan arrives, he’s quick to approach her. She looks perfect, right out of the movie. It makes the steady beat of John’s heart skip for a moment. He hadn’t seen many Disney movie but if he had to picture what a princess of any form might look like, Teagan seemed to be just that. To match, John was clad in a clean white dress shirt, a pair of blue jeans he found shoved in the back of his closet, black boots, and a red piece of fabric wrapped around his waist to top the costume off. “It took a couple Google searches but I think I kinda nailed it.”

Red. It was a color that John has never really fathomed. His mother used to say the color made her feel uneasy, which always confused John as a child. How could a color make someone uneasy? Were there feelings attached to colors? Though perhaps John has simply been blue too much of his life to understand that much.

Though, red. As time goes by and Teagan Maron becomes the unspoken benefactor of his silent affection, he begins to understand his mother’s sentiment. Red. It makes him uneasy. But not the kind his mother spoke of. Hers was fueled by distaste. John’s own uneasy feeling comes from a place of untapped desire. It comes in the form of the hair that cascades down her shoulders. It’s the shade of her cheeks (and his too) when they talk for too long. Or when they reach an incoming breaking point only to have it derailed by an outside force. It’s all red. 

When he sees her, backdropped by the deep greens of Olympus’ Nature Preserve, it only highlights that same uneasy feeling. His stomach does a little flip, the kind that makes him feel like he’s a child. The notion almost makes him roll his eyes, though he somehow refrains. 

Like clockwork, the image of Taylor’s face reflects on the pavement, like the sky to a puddle of rain. His expression falls. He was so sick of seeing ghosts. 

With one exhale, he approaches Teagan, smiling warmly in her direction. “I always thought this place felt separate from Olympus,” John says, “It’s own little world. Though, this town could be its own world, I think. It’s got enough character.” At least they were civil, which was always welcomed. Though it never quite rid of the game of push and pull that they often played.