. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mareas) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rooms,@ 2015-01-08 03:39:00 |
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Who: Clementine
What: Narrative: Losing five years, having a baby, and ending up back where she started
Where: The Real World → SPN
When: The past year (a few weeks hotel time)
Warnings/Rating: Uncomfortable daddy implications
Ending up home had been real fine with Clem. Only real problem was she was way younger than she'd been, but there were worse things. Six years or so, she reckoned, based on the year and what folks were saying around. Not a whole lot of time, but before things went all wrong in Vegas, and she'd been real happy. Her daddy was there, money and arms all around her, and her momma acted like she never had been gone even a day.
She refused to miss Graham or Shane. Not even a bit, and she didn't look any of them up neither, even though she suspected they were out there in Vegas, living their lives before the hotel started batting them around like a ball in some kind of real twisted game. She wasn't going back out there. She wasn't doing a thing that would make it all come around again. No zombies for her. No men that looked at her and saw nothing worth wanting. She'd been real sad when she left Marvel, and she wasn't going back to sad. She'd sucked off a crying man, and that was some real low point in her life, and no way was she ever hauling herself on back to that.
For two months, she danced, partied, slept with everything pretty that fought real hard to get her into bed. That was key - them fighting real hard. One month in, she thought she'd forgotten how she hated not being looked on like sunshine. Two months in, and she'd come closer to really forgetting, and it wasn't so much pretending no more.
Then her clothes didn't fit right, and she realized aging down might not have taken all her problems with it.
Problem was, it was too damn late to do a thing about it. She figured her daddy might know someone, though, because that man knew all the bad folks. Politics was dirty as street corners, and Clem knew it real well now that her eyes were wide open. But he took the news different than she expected. Her daddy insisted she keep the baby, and maybe it was being in zombies, those men in that locker, but she wasn't real keen on going against her daddy these days.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned on into months. She moved into a flat her daddy took for her in London, and she left her momma behind. By the time her belly got big, she missed the Savannah mosses more than she missed courting and dancing. Her daddy came every day, then he stayed on, and he was real attentive 'til the end, but she was glad as could be when labor finally came.
Her daddy held her hand, ran his fingers through her hair, and he stayed on until the baby was born. The nurses put the little girl in the old man's arms, and he didn't correct them a lick when they introduced him to his baby girl. Clem didn't have a name picked, and she didn't much care to pick one. The baby in her daddy's arms made Clem think of lost things, and she just let the man name her something she never did plan on using anyway.
Clem called her honey, and that was only when the nannies weren't around to do the calling for her. She didn't change a diaper, and she didn't rock the child, and she sure didn't give the girl her breast. Her daddy spent most of his time with her, and Clem just looked on and fretted over a future that had to be a long time coming.
But it didn't feel real long away, especially once the doctor gave Clem a clean bill of health, and daddy got inclined to spending nights like he had before the baby was born.
Months later, and everything turned itself over again.
She didn't know the door, but she knew well enough that she was in one. Dirty place, men calling themselves hunters, and she didn't expect to be old bones there. But her journal didn't come, least she thought it hadn't at first. It was there, beneath all the correspondence she was ignoring at this dusty old roadhouse the hotel thought she needed for reasons she wasn't real sure of. The baby was going on six months, and there wasn't a nanny in sight, and no way was she staying in this dump.
She thought on contacting Shane and Graham, but she wasn't inclined to get back into needing them. She was done with being unappreciated, and she got to thinking hard about a woman her daddy had mentioned working for him real good in Vegas. Marina was her name. Marina Savain, and Clem remembered seeing that name on the journals. Her daddy said that woman was always real helpful for the right price, and she figured she could sell this here roadhouse for something worth bartering.
Clem had trusted men plenty. Maybe it was time to trust womenfolk. Best get someone to look the baby over too, make sure nothing was wrong after the hotel sucking them in. That made her think on Penny, and she could always hand the child off to Graham that way, without talking to the man none.
Now, the fact that she was thinking this while pacing in something in pink with that baby on her hip, she didn't think on that. She was glad her daddy was gone, and she'd be glad when this child he doted on so damn much was gone too. Wasn't a doubt in her pretty little head.
But she had business dealings first. Once she found that damn binky that had gone and lost itself again.