Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-04 21:30:00 |
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We're So Relieved...
Who: Iris and Jeremy
Where: Their Home
When: Monday Evening, Nov. 2nd
It was a two hour phone call that Iris locked herself in the bedroom for. She had to get into the most minute of details to make her own mother believe that she was who she said she was. It felt awful, but, well, she was supposed to be dead. Her mother did end up believing her, though, and was now begging for her to come see all of them. She had talked with her father as well. He had believed her a lot quicker. Something about her voice, he had said. Now she was wiping away tears and unlocking the door to go and make herself some tea. Jeremy was right, tea made everything better.
In the meantime, Jeremy had been pacing back and forth for the duration of the phone call, just silently praying that things were going alright. When heard her walk out of the room, he hurried to catch up to her, heart sinking when he saw the tears. "Oh geez, Iris... is everything ok?"
She sniffed. "Yeah, it's fine," she said, nodding. "We need to go to Texas soon, though." It was like a weight had been lifted off of her chest with doing this.
"Texas, huh?" Well, thank god things had gone well, but now he was wondering HOW well. "Maybe after we get back from London?" Oh hell yes, did he have plans for THAT trip.
"Yeah, I'm a Texan," she said to him. "Sure, but it needs to be soon, though. You don't get to find out every day that your daughter is alive and well when you thought she was murdered." She smiled at him. "Besides, they need to meet my boyfriend, don't they?"
"Trust me on this. Let's wait till we get back." He knew that, if he had her pegged right, their trip to London was going to be VERY eventful.
She nodded. They were going to London soon anyway, so that would be fine enough. "Alright, I'm trusting you."
"C'mon..." he said, that adorable twinkle in his eye that he always seemed to have when he was planning something sweet. "Have I ever let your trust down before? Well, ok, except for that one time I asked you to check out that haunted house with Catherine?"
"Let's not mention the one time in the haunted house that wasn't haunted by ghosts but a crazy demon whom you apparently promised yourself to," Iris said with a smirk. Oh yeah, Catherine told her everything.
"It was all a plan! And you know that. So don't be a brat." He snickered, giving her a playful swat on the behind. "I'm tellin' you... I think Patience is a baaaad influence on you..." And of course, he said it with a playful tone that made it sound more like he was scolding a teenager.
"Aw, I thought you enjoyed the influence Patience was having on me," Iris said with a mock pout. "Besides, it's not like I've picked up all things from her." Like having a third party in the bed, for example. One night a drunken Pat had spilled that. People just told Iris all sorts of things.
"Well good. I adore her and Patrick, but... I think I like you as you are." He smiled, taking her hand. "In other words.. the sweet, occasionally spazzy, willing-to-try-anything, spontaneous woman I fell in love with."
"Well, that description is definitely on the nose," she said, holding his hand. "Especially the spazzy part." She remembered him laughing at her when she had feared all sorts of different deaths and didn't even want to go outside. She specifically remembered him laughing about her fear of being hit by a bus.Gooood lord did he hope she was willing to try anything... because it would make what he planned for this trip to London a lot easier on his mind...
"You're still the only person I know who's ever managed to almost fall headfirst into the dishwasher." Rolling his eyes, he winked at her. "If we ever have kids, let's hope they end up with my sense of balance."
She laughed. "Let's definitely hope so. I never played sports for a reason." And that reason was that she ended up hurting herself enough, and had no interest in adding anything else to it.
"I... could only imagine you playing sports." He laughed, although the typically male part of mind reminded him that her balance and flexibility were JUST fine during the times that mattered the most. "So, seriously... how the hell did your mother react when she heard your voice? I have to hear this."
"No, no you really don't want to do that," Iris pointed out. "I always fail at even the touch football games we used to play during Thanksgiving all the time."
"How did you explain it all to her?" He couldn't help it... he was fascinated by this. By how her family would even deal with this. "Did she manage to accept it all alright?"
"Well, I had to tell her a few personal things to make her believe me for real, but she said that a mother knows, too," Iris said. "My family knows at least a little about the supernatural. My grandmother was a telekinetic, too, although she was a lot better at it than I'll ever be, it seems."
"I'm glad for you, Iris. I know how much you've missed your family... and I know how important they are to you." He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "Trust me... you've had enough badness in your life. It's time for the good things to start happening now."
She wrapped her arms back around him as well. "I'd been putting it off because I didn't know how they were going to react. Would they believe me? Would they blame me in some way? I wasn't sure what was going to happen."
"At least it's over now. You got it out of the way." He couldn't even imagine how hard this all had to have been. "And at least now you can tell them you're happy, you have some good friends, and a real future to look forward to."
"I've got more than just good friends," she said, looking up at him and smiling. "I do have a real future to look forward to as well, though."
"Believe me. I'm going to make sure you get everything in this life that you've always deserved. You're not just my girlfriend, Iris. You're my BEST friend as well." And as he said it, he realized why Delilah had been so... aggravated at him. Not only had he been oblivious to her feelings, but he'd unwittingly replaced her as his best friend, as well.
"You're my best friend as well, Jeremy," Iris said to him. God, she didn't even have words for just how in love with him she was. It was so much more than what she had felt with Pat. Now she knew why it hadn't worked with them. Neither of them felt, well, this.
"Come on... let's go get everything planned for our trip. You know Pat's gonna want us to bring him back a shirt or a poster or something..." he laughed, taking her hand to walk away.
She held his hand. "I think he'll want something more along the lines of a poster than a t-shirt," she said. "Unless we go to a Beatles museum. Well, then he'll just want everything."