Meeting The Kids Who: Bastian, Blake, Neely and Rachelle Where: LAGH When: Friday, June 18th
It had been a roller coaster of a week for Rachelle. She'd come out of her coma, which obviously was good. She'd ALSO found out however, that due to the severity of her stomach wound, she would never be able to have children. THAT was bad. She and Neely had held each other, and Neely had let Chelle just cry her eyes out over it. Now? Chelle was just trying to recover. She was lying in her bed in the hospital, trying to NOT think about how antsy she was getting. Her method? Watching baseball on her room's tv. Uh-oh.
"Jesus fucking CHRIST Nomar! I just woke up from a goddamn COMA and I could hit better than that! You're playing the Mets for fucks sake! That's like playing a goddamn Little League Team!"
"Ohmygod," Neely muttered as she walked into the room, wiggling her finger against her ear teasingly. "I don't think they heard you down in the basement, babe." She grinned and flicked off the TV. "You're supposed to be having R&R, not watching baseball, you goof." She raised that eyebrow of hers. Ut-oh. Something on her mind, maybe?
"Hey, at least I'm awake, beeyotch." The brunette grumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm still in pain, I'm bedridden, I have to wear this ass-ugly hospital gown, now I can't even watch the Sox? This is some BULLSHIT right here."
"You still look good to me, baby," Neely purred before leaning down to give Rachelle a very... energetic kiss.
"Ewww, Neely! You said you wouldn't do that in front of us!" Blake said from the doorway with a comical little pout. Bastian smirked, the same way that Neely did when she found something funny.
"Well, if you'd just waited a minute," Neely pointed out with a laugh.
"Whoa...' Rachelle gasped with a biiiiig grin. "Is this my get-well gift? You brought us some hot girls?"
"Ohmygod!" Blake practically squealed and covered her hands over her ears. "It's enough that I have to hear you two going at it on a regular basis. I don't need to hear this as well! La la la la!"
Neely gave Blake a puzzled look, but was soon laughing her ass off."Sort of..."
"...Mom," Bastian supplied. It was enough that Bastian knew that her mother was dead in the world she'd come from. Seeing a past version of her on a hospital bed just about broke her heart.
"...Mom." Rachelle repeated, before taking a GOOD look at each girl. No wonder Chelle thought they were so gorgeous: each one had certain features of Neely's. Oh GOD. Not them TOO!!! "Well. Ain't this a kick in the ass. I find out I can't have kids, only to see what they'd look like if I *could* have had 'em..."
"Acccctually, Neely went all horizontal with emo-dad and heeere we are." Well, so much for keeping her mouth shut about that, huh? Her face literally paled when she realised the slip-up.
"Idiot," Bastian muttered.
"WHAT?" Rachelle gawked, looking from girl to girl to girl and then GLARING at Neely cutely. "Wait, so wherever the hell you two are from, you're... not even mine? Neely cheated on me???"
"Not sure about 'cheated'," Blake shrugged.
Bastian smirked lopsidedly, "You always called him 'the sperm donor'."
"Ohhh." Chelle actually shut up then, as she started doing some deduction then in her head. If this or something like it had happened in the girls' future, and NEELY had to be the one... Really, what man did she trust more than Ash? "Ok, well… I now retain the rights to tease you about him FOREVER, Neely. FOREVER." She said with a huff before looking at the girls again. "So are we both good moms? And hey, at least we know Robert Smith Jr is a potent motherfucker..."
Neely scowled at Chelle. "You're so gonna get it when you're full health," she replied to a chorus of 'la la la' in the background.
Bastian smirked and sat at Chelle's bedside before taking her hand. "You raised us well. Even if one of us can be epically immature, sometimes," she added, pointedly glaring at Blake.
"Um, if you guys like, need a hug or something? Just don't touch the stomach and get over here." She laughed, finding this entire thing completely surreal.
"Mommy," Bastian murmured, her voice cracking a little as she leaned over to hug Chelle around the shoulders. Blake just bounced on the bed and gave Chelle a snuggle, careful not to disturb her too much.
Neely smirked and shoved her hands into her pockets. Six months ago? She likely wouldn't have taken this well. Look at her now. She just couldn't stop smiling.
As the girls hugged her, Rachelle shot Neely a look that at once said "what the FUCK?" and "you got some EXPLAINING to do".
Neely smirked lopsidedly and shrugged, as if to say 'What? It's not like I've done anything'.
"Just so you know..." Rachelle said then, trying to be mature here. "Even in OUR time... If it takes you layin' pipe with GothBoy to make this happen? So be it. But I totally get to go home with Patience and her husband when you do. Fair's fair and she said he's packin' some serious firepower."
Neely just made a face at that and shook her head, "Not sure I'm willing to consider that, baby. Let alone talk about it in front of our future!kids. Maybe we'll talk about it later, mm?"
Blake and Bastian seemed to mutter in agreement there...
"Yeah yeah. It was worth a shot you know?" She said with a hearty laugh, still trying to process all this. "So..." Chelle asked, although she feared the answer, "either of you girls like sports?"
Bastian shook her head slowly, "No. I've been dancing since I was five, though." She dreamed to take it on professionally when she was younger, but was starting to wonder about taking on other pursuits. Recently, she thought about becoming a doctor, which was… interesting.
Blake just gave Chelle a big ole' shit-eating grin, "Dude! I'm telling you, the Yankees stiiiiill suck some serious donkey balls."
"Dancing? Seriously?" Rachelle just gawked there. "Who the hell did you inherit grace from? Neely's a spaz!" Of course, Ash used to be a basketball player, but shh. Chelle didn't know that. She looked at Blake then, and beamed like the proudest mom ever. "You hear that, Neels? My little girl hates the Yankees!"
"I guess some things skip a generation," Bastian replied, before giving Neely a cheeky little grin. Look! She has a sense of humour! Even the mun was starting to wonder if she had one...
"I'm sure that's something you instilled in her at a very young age," Neely replied with a laugh, which was backed up by Blake's enthusiastic nodding.
"See... I needed this." Rachelle admitted with a laugh. "How fucked up is my life when all this shit is a big RELIEF? I've been making jokes all day, trying to just... forget the pain. I told Kevin earlier that I should call my little solo project 'Barren Womb'."
"Only you, baby," Neely replied with a laugh. Ah, it was such a relief to hear that sound. It was as if, finally, life was getting back to normal. Who knew it would take your children coming back from the future to do that, huh? "Although, heh. We do have news... Not sure how you'll take it," she added, glancing at Blake.
"News?" Chelle looked back and forth between them all. "I just found out we have kids from the fucking future, and that you let Emo!Boy slip you the sausage to MAKE them... And yer saying NOW that you have news???"
"Okay, so not the best wording," Neely replied with a roll of her eyes. "Blake here is dating someone." Technically, Bastian was also, but Neely wasn't aware of that. "Wanna tell 'Chelle who, Bee?"
Blake gave Neely a puppyish do-I-have-to? expression before gulping and just going all-out with it, "Gwen..."
"MORRISON?" Rachelle burst out, eyes going wide. "You come here from the future, could have any girl or guy you want.. and you end up with HER?" Then? The part none of them were likely expecting: Chelle burst out into raucous laughter, clutching her wound. "Oh god... That's fucking hilarious! Gwen? SERIOUSLY???"
Well, that was a lot better than how Neely took it, huh? Blake's eyebrows shot up, but she couldn't help it but laugh as well, if only briefly. "Seriously. I, ah... I really like her. Love, actually," she added with a sweetly goofy expression.
"Look. I got nothing against her. What she said to me was all kinds of fucked up but..." Damn, Chelle hated admitting when she was wrong. "I started it. I didn't even KNOW her and I was talking shit just cos I knew her and Skylar were on the outs. As long as she's good to you, and as long as she doesn't like the Yankees... Just be happy."
"Y'know, I never thought to ask whether she hated the Yankees," Blake replied, honestly a little stunned there. "But she's good to me. If she wasn't, if Bastian didn't get to her first, I know Neely would. … Something about ‘won't find enough pieces to identify her body’, right?" Blake said with a cheeky grin, to which Neely nodded to sternly.
"We all should try to be happy. God knows I had enough time to think about that until Neely's lil' boyfriend woke me up." Hey. So she was making more jokes. Better than being pissed, right? "We just gotta figure out what the fuck attacked me and kill it before it gets anyone else."
Neely looked down then, feeling guilty for being happy right now since she hadn't murdered the guy responsible and... "Kayla was hurt. She's... I'm sure it's the same guy. She was found with a crown of thorns around her head," she said, a true darkness behind her eyes then. She really wanted to get this guy.
"Fucking wonderful..." Chelle muttered, rolling her eyes. "Just.. for now, stay with me? Gimme a chance to get to know the girls?"
"As long as you want, baby," Neely replied, looking a little... distant, then, before coming back to herself. "I think 'Chelle could use more cuddles, girls. Whatddya say?"
Before 'Chelle even had a chance to respond, Blake and Bastian were hugging her again, careful not to disturb her stomach. Neely just grinned smugly at Rachelle. It was kinda fun getting your children to do what you say, even if they weren't technically yours.
"Greaaaat. Just one big, happy, dysfunctional-as-fuck family." She had a thought then, as the girls were hugging her... She looked at Blake with an expression of exasperation. "Do me a favor? If you have Morrison over, at least don't do anything if WE'RE there? And for god's sake... NOT on the couch, ok?"
"I can promise you the first part... the second, though," Blake replied, putting on her best angelic expression, "you're a little late for."
"I'm buying a new couch," Neely told Rachelle quickly, because honestly? Having superior senses sucked sometimes...