Simon (hottohandle) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-28 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | lydia fitch, p: lindsey, p: mj, simon fitch |
Who: Simon & Lydia Fitch
What: Reunion
When: After Simon's introduction post on the network
Where: Simon's room
Rating: Low
Lydia stormed her way to the communal area that she shared with some randoms and now both of her children. The fury that she felt over their mutual incarceration couldn’t be properly expressed in words; it was just obvious in her body, from the tightness of her fists and jaw, to the fact that she was practically shaking with anger that threatened to explode into something much, much more destructive. And if she had it her way? It would do just that, only it would be far more effective than simply setting fire to this place and watching it all burn to the ground. Simon wasn’t in the communal area and so she went towards Summer’s room. Her daughter told her that Simon was roomed next to her, which would at least mean that both her children would be relatively easy to keep track of. Once she reached the door of Summer’s neighbor, Lydia didn’t bother to knock (did she ever?) before she barged into Simon’s new abode. Seeing her son brought on a well of emotions. Happiness, predominantly – she had missed him terribly – but an inferno of anger and frustration swept over and quickly extinguished that flicker of joy. Regardless, Lydia quickly closed the gap between them, threw her arms around Simon’s shoulders, and pulled him into an embrace. --- In all honesty Simon had been bracing himself for his mother’s visit, especially as her tone over the network system had screamed that he was as good as dead. He was maybe half joking about being nothing more than ash with Riley and it wasn’t like Summer had tried to reassure him everything would be okay, but she was probably still sore over the whole… incident so that was fair. Shitty but fair. And he was sore, really sore, not to mention angry. Furious even. Plus he felt like an idiot for not only getting himself locked up in here but Henry too. Henry who would quite literally follow him off a cliff if he asked him to, his friend definitely didn’t deserve this. And then door opened and in stalked his mother and Simon readied himself, for the yelling or screaming, or whatever telling off she wanted to give him but then she was pulling him into a hug. And yes, he was a grown ass man, but there was just something being hugged by your mother after what had been a shittastic couple of weeks to break you down into a small child all over again. He lifted his arms and returned Lydia’s tight embrace, exhaling a breath he hadn’t even been aware that he’d been holding. He’d missed her, he really had. --- Getting to hold Simon again – Lydia felt all of that anger continuing to evaporate. She tightened her hold, even though he was clearly in pain, and didn’t disentangle for a long, long time. After a long while of just standing there with her son, Lydia cupped the back of his head and quietly said, “I’m very, very angry with you, but first things first,” she loosened her grip and gently pushed him back slightly so she could look into Simon’s face. “Are you alright? Do you want to go to the infirmary first? Whatever you need, we’ll cover that first.” He was bruised up. Clearly, Simon had put up quite a fight when they tried to put him down. In a way, she was actually somewhat proud of his fight; he hadn’t come quietly. As glad as she was to see him again, she wished that it had worked out for him, that he might have managed to get away. Although it likely would have run him right back under the guidance of his idiot father. --- Simon’s throat worked hard to swallow past the lump in the back of his throat which had rather suddenly become apparent before he merely gave a nod of his head. “I’m okay, mom. Really. Think I got worse when I was playing hockey.” Only back then he hadn’t had a throbbing headache and a multitude of other issues which were not only annoying, distracting but also quite painful. “I just-” He cleared his throat. “I wanted to help and fat lot of good that did.” He felt his jaw jumped as it tensed and he shook his head. “Didn’t know what else to do.” --- Lydia straightened and sighed. Slowly, she dropped her hands from around Simon and closed her hands into fists, pressing each against a hip. While her expression was still rather soft (it was difficult to radiate too much anger at him right now), her posture had become rigid. It was, for lack of a better term, Mom Posture. “I know you wanted to help,” she told him gently. “But you never should have let Summer get involved in this. Your dad was never going to have her best interests at heart, and with me gone, you needed to be the one to do that.” She sighed again, deeper. It wasn’t fair to put that much responsibility on his shoulders (he was young, too), and she knew that, but it didn’t change the rules of their lives. Especially now that they were all in here. Well, almost all of them. “But now we’re here,” she touched the side of his face. “I know you did the best you could, and that you didn’t exactly have the best guidance out there with me gone. And now -- now we’re going to keep protecting each other. We won’t be here forever, understand?” --- Uh oh. Simon knew that posture oh so very well. It was her default go to Mom Posture. Okay, he shifted his weight a little and lifted his chin to better brace himself for it. "Have you met Summer?" He asked, eyebrow lifting. "It's pretty hard to change her mind once she's gone and got it set and dad, well, he did a number on her and me." He'd definitely played on their emotions and more importantly their vulnerabilities. Simon was kicking himself, he really was, mom was right he should have been a better big brother and less fuelled by his own anger to be so blinded to what was going on. A nod followed a moment later. "Yeah, I understand. I'll do better." Better late than never, right? --- He wasn’t wrong. Summer was a headstrong young woman but she was still, probably more in Lydia’s eyes than anyone else’s, a child, and someone who could and should be told no if it meant keeping her safe. He did a number on her and me. Lydia’s jaw tensed. If Simon could feel the room getting hotter, odds were that it wasn’t his imagination. Seth Fitch had gone from the most reliable man on the planet to a self-serving animal who would sacrifice the freedom and lives of his children if it meant that he could make a point. While there had been a lot of love lost between them over the years, she’d never hated him before. She did now. “I know you’ll do better. Because you are better. And your father isn’t here to rile you up.” God, she was going to make Seth pay very, very dearly for what he’d done. “And now,” she added, “It’s my turn. I’m so, so sorry that I left you two alone. I should have had better control and made sure that I stayed out there to keep you two safe.” --- Simon definitely felt the room getting hotter and he immediately reached out to take a hold of his mom's hand, squeezing it to firmly remind her that he was there and she needed to breathe before something did in fact get set alight. "We were really worried," Simon admitted. "Summer was beside herself. I was just angry, that you'd been taken all because you're different. Doesn't seem fair." Really wasn't fair especially when up until that point the Fitch family had lived in relatively obscurity so how were they a danger exactly? He searched her face. "Are you okay though?" --- Simon’s firm squeeze of her hand was a very good reminder. Immediately, Lydia took deeper, calming breaths; and as usual, the face of one of her children was a good enough reminder that she had to be in control, for their sake. These were the sorts of things that Seth had never been able to figure out – sacrifice. Discipline. All for the sake of the people who depended on them. “It’s not fair,” Lydia agreed. “It’s not fair that I was imprisoned because of one, admittedly intense, mistake. Or that you and your sister were shoved in here after me, when you’re both so young—,” and it wasn’t fair that Seth had recruited them for his cause when he could barely keep himself out of these places and hadn’t been able to keep his rebound wife alive. Lydia’s face softened again. “Yes, of course,” she pulled him into another hug—this time less crushing. “Aside from giving my twelve-year-old Handlers a constant headache, they haven’t had much reason to bother me. Now that you and Summer are here, however…,” oh boy, if they thought they were going to just order them around without her express approval? They had another thing coming. She released him from her grasp again and touched the side of his face. “I should get you to the infirmary. Get you checked out. We’re having dinner with Summer.” --- "Life definitely isn't fair for supers," Simon replied with a shake of his head and a distinct scowl. His passion for the injustices facing supers definitely hadn't dimmed or been extinguished by his arrest and subsequent recruitment into the Regiment. He was relieved to hear that Lydia was okay because he'd been imagining all kinds of horrible situations but she definitely looked and sounded okay, more than okay, she seemed to have a good grip on their current situation. "And maybe when I look less beat up I can actually start making friends and getting a feel for this place." |