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Who: Bridget and David
What: Bad days
When: Monday evening
Where: Their NYC Apartment



Bridget had gone back to New Jersey for a few days, just to wrap some things up there so she could properly move in with David. She needed to finish up with her jobs and pack her things and work on selling her home, all of which she assumed would be relatively straight-forward. But Bridget had spent the entire half a week basically panicking and absolutely everything that could have gone wrong had. One of her cats got sick and needed a trip to the vet, a pipe burst under her house so her inspection had to be postponed until after a very expensive plumber visit. The water had ruined a lot of her already boxed up things. The movers were going to be late. There were forms that needed to be filled in in order to finish up at her jobs. And then on the day she was set to drive back to NYC, she got a call from the theatre she was supposed to go back to working at.

Their current show wasn't drawing a crowd. They were going to have to downsize and as such, they didn't have a position for her any more.

Bridget had been counting on that job as she left her other position and then spent rather a lot of money organising a move to New York. Losing that safety net was terrible. And then during her drive to New York, her air conditioning broke and she spent half of the drive in her sweltering car, bawling her eyes out.

Stress was usually something she handled well, but it was too much. Nothing was going right and she suddenly seemed to realise she was doing it all in order to marry a man who was not only centuries old, but a saint. Wasn't that a little crazy!?

When she reached the apartment Patrick had given them, her skin was flushed red from heat and annoyance. She was tired and cranky and instead of finding David, she simply headed for Patrick's bedroom which was where she was going to stay until she and David were married. David didn't want to sleep together again until after that, which Bridget was fine with until she reached the bedroom to find the bed still piled high with Patrick's things. He was moving his stuff out slowly with the use of his newish car, load by load because it was cheaper. But now there was nowhere for her to fall into bed. So instead Bridget let out a yell of frustration and anger at her entire situation, hoping that would bring David to her.

David had been on the roof. He'd spent the morning moving his plants around uselessly, the nervousness of the official "Bridget moving in" day getting to him. Bryn had been playing in the leaves, but now they sat together at the head of their little green church, half asleep in the still warmth inside the greenhouse.

Bryn suddenly perked his head up at the sound of the front door slamming, and David smiled and scratched behind his ears. "Sounds like my new roommate is home," he said to the cat, just a moment before the frustrated yell made itself heard. Bryn jumped off David's lap, and he stood up quickly. "Oh dear. This sounds bad."

First instinct was to hide, strangely, but he went to the door and hurried back down the stairs without a pause. "Bridget? What happened?" he called, looking around for her, and quickly finding her in Patrick's old room. "What's the matter??"

Bridget turned to David, her face flushed red, a frown stretched across it. "Everything has gone wrong!" she whined at him before moving forward to hug him tightly. "I have been trying to fix everything and nothing is working and I am hot and tired and I haven't eaten a real meal in three days!"

David hugged her back. "Well that last one I can help you with straight away. You've been so patient with all these changes. Come on, I'll fix you something to eat and you can tell me everything." He held her out a little and stroked her hair back off her forehead as he spoke.

He was so calming. It almost wasn't fair. Bridget didn't often lose her cool but when she did, she felt it was justified. And somehow, David was calming her when she wanted to stomp her feet and bitch about things. She wondered if he would win arguments this way...

Bridget offered him a small smile and then she nodded. "That would help. That and a glass of water," she said, calming visibly. "A lot of shi- uhm...a lot of bad things happened this week."

"You can have whatever you like." David smiled at Bridget's correction of her swear word, though he didn't really mind if she swore. He lead her through to the kitchen to put together something hot and filling for her to eat, and water to drink. "Would you like a plate to smash?"

Bridget followed him and when he offered her a plate to smash, she felt the rest of her anger just dissipate like that. She laughed, the smile she usually wore working it's way back onto her face. "You are amazing," she informed him. "Twenty seconds in and I am not angry any more. That's pretty impressive. I don't need a plate to smash, just...you."

Angry or not, she was still sad. "I packed up my house, so it's ready for the movers when Patrick's stuff is out. We can get the animals from Rita's house any time. But, David I- I lost my job."

When she broke the news, David turned, concern on his face, and went to Bridget to hug her tight. "I am so sorry. That sucks. I can see why you are upset by it," he said sympathetically. "On top of everything else... It'll be okay. We'll work something out."

Hearing a saint say 'that sucks' was kind of awesome, Bridget decided. And she wondered if it was her influence, or George and Patrick's. She actually thought it might be the latter there. "It does suck," she said, clinging to him slightly, only letting him go so he could go back to fixing her something to eat.

"I suppose I can find another nursing job here to tide me over and then audition as much as I can. Moving is costing a lot, however. And I haven't sold the house yet. A pipe broke and I had to call a plumber out and that was so expensive."

David nodded sympathetically and went back to sorting the food. "I can ask around, see if anyone knows anything about jobs or auditions. There is quite the system of immortals in New York, you know." He smiled wryly. "All those years spent helping old ladies in Philly and I could have been here networking. It's atrocious. Patrick's bound to know someone who can help. He knows everyone."

"This isn't your fault, David," Bridget assured him. "But I would be grateful if you asked. I just feel so lost. I had been counting on that job." Bridget sighed and she leaned forward against the table. "I am so sorry. I wanted to be...worthy of being your wife."

"Worthy?" He stopped moving again, touched. "Oh no, Bridget, I- Don't think that. Please don't think that." He wasn't sure what to do, how to respond. "Bridget, you are... amazing. I have seen many things in my time, but you-" He stopped, lost for words, and held his hands out helplessly.

Bridget shook her head, sure there was nothing special about her. "I don't glow and I can't make plants grow at twice their normal speed. I'm just a woman who fell in love. And I feel like you deserve someone...better, I don't know."

David walked to her and cupped her face between his hands. "You are the woman I fell in love with. You are a good and kind and thoughtful person, and you're funny and beautiful and loving- In almost one thousand years, there has never been anyone like you. I have been so stubbornly clinging to my way of life, and you are the only person to have ever shaken me out of it. There is no one better." He kissed her forehead gently.

Bridget leaned up to plant a sweet little kiss on his chin. She was being ridiculous and she knew it. And his words did actually make sense to her. They meant so much. "I'm sorry," she said, a little breathless. "It's been a long week and I think I'm hormonal." Then Bridget blushed, as she had just told a saint she was pre-menstrual.

"Don't be sorry. It's a big change for you. The hormones will sort themselves out." David gave a her a smile. To be honest, he knew almost nothing about "women's problems". It wasn't really his area.

"They generally do," she said, amused. "And I suppose everything else will too. It was a heck of a week. One of the cats got sick, he's fine now but he needed a vet visit. Then the pipe burst which set the inspection back and ruined a bunch of my stuff that I had boxed up. And on my way here, my air conditioner in the car died. On top of losing the job, it was all a bit much. And some of Patrick's things are still on his bed. I...I know you want to wait until after we are married to sleep together again and that's fine with me. But could I sleep in your bed with you, David? I'm just tired of feeling alone."

David sighed and then nodded. "Okay. I can get Patrick onto sorting the rest of his stuff out, I just don't want to rush him, since he's being so generous. Do you want to go have a lie down and I'll bring you the food when it's ready? Take the weight off your feet." He rubbed her hand sympathetically.