Thursday September 25th 2008
Who: Rocky, Lyle and Fisher What: Reintroduction Where: Lyle's room When: Afternoon Rating: PG 13
Rocky wasn't sure whether she was prepared enough for this but then nothing would probably prepare her for seeing Fisher with no memory. She was seriously considering backing out and telling Lyle she didn't wanna go through with it - but then she wasn't being a good friend or a baby sister if she ran away in both the Majors' time of need.
Steeling herself Rocky stood outside of Lyle's room and took a deep breath. She was dressed down, much more muted than usual with hardly any make-up on and her hair pulled up into a ponytail. Fisher was gonna look at her and not see her, not even register her, more than likely. He'd be scared and he'd only have seen a picture of her. There wouldn't be any reluctant glimmer of care in his eyes there'd be nothing. It was hard to grasp but it would probably be harder to see. Gritting her teeth she announced her arrival by knocking twice.
Lyle wasn't even ready for this, so how could Fisher be? He had said that someone was coming, someone who cared about Fisher a lot, but the older brother had only numbly nodded and hid beneath the blankets. Lyle knew he couldn't understand what Fisher was going through, but he wished his brother would at least try to come out more.
Lyle actually had no idea what Fisher was going through. He was experiencing severe withdrawal. Not so much physical, which was a blessing, but mental. This place was confusing, there were ghosts everywhere, and he was pretty sure that he'd seen someone with wings. Lyle was a fucking vampire. So instead of trying to absorb everything, Fisher slept a lot. He didn't want top go back on drugs, didn't want Lyle to see him like that, but... it was getting harder and harder to exist without it.
As the door opened, Lyle talking to someone and asking them to come in, Fisher peeked out from the blanket, looking over the girl with a quizzical look. He had a photo of her, and a name, but... it didn't help.
Rocky stepped inside, saw the fuzzy head of Fisher poking out of the covers and felt a sudden rush to run over and give him a hug but she didn't. She was proud of herself in that respect. Swallowing hard she nevertheless kept herself under control, keeping close to Lyle in case his brother flipped at her. Where did she start? For a moment she glanced at Lyle, as if in a silent plea to help her, before she stepped towards the bed, giving a little wave. "Heyo..." she said softly, attempting to keep the sadness out of her voice.
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Coming out more from beneath the covers, Fisher pulled them down to his chest, but he made no move to sit up. Maybe it would've been polite, but he didn't care about manners right now. He didn't feel safe, he didn't want to talk to people and he didn't want to be sober right now. "Hi," he said back, unsure. She had an R name, like... Rachael, or Ronnie, or something weird like that.
"This is Rocky," Lyle said, standing behind Rocky but watching Fisher carefully. "She's a friend of yours."
"Okay." Sitting up, Fisher curled into himself, looking between his brother and the stranger. What was he supposed to say, exactly? Nice to see you again? "Um... you wanna sit?"
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Thank fuck he was talking. Unsure, Rocky glanced at Lyle then back at Fisher. "Is that...? I mean okay..." Though everything told her that it wouldn't be wise to get closer to him because the urge to snuggle would be too strong, Rocky sat carefully on the edge of the bed, biting the inside of her bottom liip before she went quiet. He looked lost. Completely lost. She'd do anything to help him, take that away... Now she was here she didn't know what to say. Putting her hands in her lap, Rocky took a breath, trying not to stare or make him feel uncomfortable. "So... I know you don't remember me, but..." Shit, now her eyes were watering. Bad sign! "We - I mean, you..." Should she say that they called each other siblings? Or would that be too much...? "Like Lyle said we were friends, but really good friends."
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Now that she was here, Fisher wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was pained being here, that sitting like she was and being so formal and distanced was making her want to break down. It made him move back a little from her, just in case she decided to lunge for him. "Okay," he said again, a hint of impatience in his tone. "Are you just... gonna sit there and look at me like that?"
"Ugh, God, Fisher," Lyle groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"What?"
"This is hard for people! You could... be less... obnoxious about it."
"Well I'm sorry but I don't like sitting here feeling like some pet on display! You said she wanted to talk to me and she's not saying anything, just... staring like I ran over her cat." As if on cue, Minnie and Atom tore across the room, knocking over Fisher's boots and skittering back under the bed. "Ugh, fucking things," he growled.
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As soon as Fisher snapped at her Rocky's insides squeezed and one stray tear fell down her cheek which she promptly brushed away but her upset was replaced by annoyance. She? Who was 'she' the cat's mother? Frowning at him, especially at his typical treatment of the cats, Rocky's lips pursed. "How would you rather I look at you?" It was a genuine question. "And I was gonna talk to you about shit but then I'm not sure what I can say to you with you being all.... this. I don't know if what I say will mean damn shit to you, sitting there like I'm some weirdo. Accept the fact we were friends, maybe, and then listen to what else I hadn't got around to telling you yet."
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"Fine," he said angrily, crossing his arms. "We're friends. Fantastic. Why don't you tell me all the great stuff we've done together that won't mean anything to me?"
"Fisher!"
"What? What the hell am I supposed to do?? She didn't come here for me, she came here for her! I'd never know the difference if I never saw her again."
"You could try and spark some memory! You could do something to help yourself!"
Growling, Fisher rested his chin on his knees. "Whatever," he said moodily.
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Whilst the brothers had the exchange Rocky glared at him, those icy blues staring at Fisher like he'd called her a slut only ten times worse. Once he was behaving like the typical teenager and had stopped moping, Rocky sucked in a breath despite feeling half devasated and half incensed. "You think I'm here for me? That I want to torture myself in seeing you like this? Well here's a newsflash, I didn't. I wanted to see if I could help you, and more importantly help your brother because he's the one that has to take care of your dumb ass. He always takes care of you." Perhaps an ill-judged rant but still, there was no stopping a McCafferty. "And you fucking took care of me, you called me baby sis and I called you big bro, and we were both fuck ups.... and we were helping each other. So don't... don't you dare say this is just for me. Especially now that you don't even know me...."
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Normally, Fisher would have cracked by now. Normally, seeing Rocky look so hurt would have made him look away, ashamed, and the little McCafferty would know that she had gotten to him despite him not wanting her to. But he didn't now. He didn't know that her hurt should mean anything, that it should be breaking his heart. All he knew was that she was some female pain in the ass telling him how he was a fuck up and making Lyle's life harder. Apparently, he always made Lyle's life harder. A strange look crossed his face, one that only lasted a flash before he set his jaw tightly, anger and indifference in his eyes. "Well I don't want you here. You're not helping, you're just irritating. So go away."
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Rocky knew all of that, refused to think that the old Fisher wasn't beneath him somewhere. he couldn't have just been erased. "Oh I'm irritating..." she shot back, glaring at him. She even went so far as to curl her legs on the bed and fold her arms. If he wanted to play the shitty little git game then she could play too. "No. I'm not going anywhere."
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Scowlig deeply, Fisher stared Rocky down a moment before his expression softened, and he shrugged. "Fine," he said simply, laying down and turning away from her, facing the wall. There had been plenty of times when his mother had tried to wear him down, therapists, school counselors. (Even the rehab psychiatrists, not that he remembered them.) Fisher had a fierce stubborn streak that, instead of being heated and scorching like a McCafferty, was dull and dead weight. He couldn't be moved unless by physical force, couldn't be convinced unless he saw some benefit. It was much like the apathetic tantrum of a four year old. "Lyle, do we have to take the cats with us?" he asked, as though Rocky had left the room. "The black one's a bitch."
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"The black one likes to knead your hair," Rocky said conversationally, sitting back and playing with a loose thread of her sweater. "Minnie. Your friend, Twister, you met her this year, she brought her back from tour for you. You always said you hated Minnie but you loved her really." As annoying as Fisher was trying to be Rocky wasn't going to let him beat her. "You said once that you couldn't sleep without her on your head, purring..."
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Lyle stood back and let... whatever was happening happen. It was good for Fisher to have someone that challenged him, and Rocky certainly did that. She didn't even get phased by the medium's stubbornness. Lyle smiled a little, for the first time in days. He could tell Fisher was trying to ignore Rocky, but he wasn't. He was listening, trying to see if anything seemed familiar. "We can't get rid of them," Lyle explained, taking a seat at his desk. "You once told me that Will had first dibs on Minnie, and that fucker's not getting that cat. And Atom I paid for, so I'm keeping him."
"Will?"
"Yeah, the... sparkly one. Ten feet tall."
"Oh yeah." Not that Fisher actually remembered, but saying 'oh yeah' was just easier.
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Rocky looked at Lyle for the first time in a while, her eyes a little red and still slightly watery but she wasn't seeming as initially devastated as before. "If Will said he wanted the cat, can I have her instead? I love Minnie..." With that Rocky reached down, chirruping at the little cat and wiggling her fingers for her to paw with. She hoped that she wasn't pissing off Lyle by insisting she stay here. She already knew Fisher didn't want her around.
"I call Will Sparkle Motion. You liked that nickname for him. I come up with good nicknames."
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Lyle actually snorted at the nickname, having forgotten it. He didn't mind Rocky here at all. Actually, he was glad for it. Fisher lifted his head just a little, intrigued by Lyle's laughter. "Well... technically I bought Minnie too, so... I don't think so. Sorry Rocky." Giving her a smile, the vampire got up and joined her on the bed, only he sat directly on his brother, making him cry out in a strangled 'Hurk!' "I've got a moody Emo you can have though."
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"Technicalities can suck my ass! I want the kitty..." Though the vampire took her mind off feline ownership pretty quickly. Rocky sniggered when Lyle sat on Fisher then settled her face, trying to put on her poker expression but she was highly amused. Appearing to consider this offer she then hummed. "Eh.... he's damaged goods. Depends what guarantee I can get on him, and is he litter trained...?"
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"Well, he hasn't wet the bed yet," Lyle mused, pretending to think while Fisher squirmed beneath him. If Fisher was going to pretend Rocky wasn't here, Lyle would bestow the same courtesy on him. "But I haven't fed him much yet so I'm not sure."
"I can't breathe!" Fisher cried out, trying to roll onto his back and take a swipe at his brother. Lyle ignored him. "To be fair," he told Rocky, "he's always been damaged goods as far as you know. So really... you could train him now to do whatever you like. Flea circus, garbage man, tech support... the possibilities are WHOA!" In a surprising show of strength, Fisher managed to shove Lyle over, making him fall to the mattress.
Sitting up, Fisher panted, punching Lyle's shoulder repeatedly. "You weight a ton!" he informed him angrily. "I heard bones breaking!"
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This was almost priceless and would have been incredibly funny if Fisher had still had his memories, though still... Rocky got a kick out of it. She nodded at every suggestion, going over them on each one and she was about to answer when Lyle was thrown from the emo boy and almost landed on her instead. As soon as Fisher started pounding albeit lightly on his brother, Rocky tilted her head. "Maybe I could train him to be a ninja...."
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Laughing, holding up his hands in defense, Lyle told Rocky "He'd be awful as a ninja, you know his pants make all kinds of noise. He has all the black, though, so I guess that's something. Still. His reflexes are crap." To make a point, he grabbed Fisher's wrists, holding his hands steady.
Scowling, Fisher struggled a moment before pulling out of Lyle's grasp. "Stop talking about me like I'm not here," he sulked.
"Oh.. Rocky! Holy crap, did you know Fisher was here?" Grinning, Lyle nudged the newly blonde girl with his toe. "I didn't know he'd arrived!"
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"His pants are deadly fuckin' weapons with those chains," she laughed, watching the brothers' exchange. It was sort of nice... natural almost. Fisher had, apparently, taken to Lyle okay. The usual brotherly disdain was there but that was to be expected of all siblings but she was getting a kick of out this, gasping wildly as Lyle nudged her. "NO SHIT!" To put on a show Rocky gasped, and then fainted backwards, almost hitting her head on the wall but managing to avoid that disaster. She began to fan herself limply with her hand. "Oh Lyle... Lyle I can't take his sudden presence... he truly IS Emo Ninja..."
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Maybe Lyle and Rocky found this amusing, but clearly Fisher did not. He crossed his arms and slammed his back against the wall, curling up. "I'm not emo!" he protested hotly. "You two are assholes, get lost."
"Oh, little baby," Lyle said mockingly, putting on a fake pout. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"Fuck you."
Chuckling, Lyle leaned back against the pillows, resting his feet in Rocky's lap. It was obvious how relieved he was by this, how this interaction with Rocky seemed to be taking a lot of weight from his shoulders. Fisher was interacting, and he didn't even realize that this was his normal interaction with Rocky. It was almost... hopeful.
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Rocky remained lying back a moment. This bad was damn comfortable and she hadn't slept properly for days. The situation seemed to have become a little easier, she noticed a shift in atmosphere. Maybe it was Lyle's mood, but still. Forcing herself to sit upright she automatically took Lyle's feet and began to almost massage them in her hands, looking to Fisher. "Hey, see?" she said, grinning at the vampire and gesturing towards Fisher. "You never denied you were a ninja. We got you, there...."
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Fisher scoffed, though he had to admit that Rocky might not be quite as horrible as she had first seemed. She was still horrible, but not as much. "I'm not a ninja either," he grumbled, looking between Rocky and Lyle. The vampire grinned at the girl, seeming quite relaxed in this position. And Rocky didn't take any hesitation in him invading her personal space, in touching him. And his feet of all places, and people had a thing about feet. They were obviously close. Oddly close.
And then the lightbulb went off in Fisher's mind. "Oh," he said, suddenly feeling very in the way. "Um... I didn't... I didn't know she was your girlfriend," he said softly to Lyle, biting his lip. "I would've been nicer if you'd told me."
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"You are a sulky... ahm.... soldier then. Sergeant Sulk." She was used to Fisher sulking at her so this was no different - except it kinda was as he didn't seem to dislike her or want her out of his room as immediatley any more. Thanks mostly in part to Lyle, probably. The brother's approval meant a lot or so they said. Rocky and James ignored most sibling rules.
The blonde was busy grinning at Lyle and Fisher in turn, when the medium happened to make a very odd, wrong observation. Though at first there was an idea to play along with it, shock was still in palce. "Him?" Rocky said, grinning a little. "We're not.... no...." Then she started chuckling. "No, no no.... he's like - into high maintenance brain boxes, I'm... no... "
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If it wouldn't have been completely rude to do to Rocky, Lyle would have laughed out loud. He had once upon a time possibly considered Rocky as girlfriend material, but now she was too much one of the guys. "Hey, they're not all.... well... Ingrid wasn't high maintenance." He couldn't deny that the rest of them were, because they totally were. "Anyway she's not my girlfriend. She'd probably be your girlfriend before she was mine."
Fisher stared, confused. "But... seriously?" He couldn't even imagine finding a woman attractive, but... things weren't quite how they imagined. Maybe that was why Rocky had said they were really good friends.
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"Oh please! You love bitches. Maybe that's where I fail. And don't you say a motherfucking word, Lyle Majors..." She knew what kind of retort would come out of his mouth. Watching Fisher's confusion should not have been as amusing as it was. Downplaying her own personal kick that she was getting out of this, Rocky nodded her head slowly at him. "Lyle does have a point. We spent the summer in LA, and you were like - a pain in the fucking ass. But you were adorable with it. We shared a bed, you were my cuddle buddy. I gotta admit.... I got used to it. And you didn't seem to mind me rubbing my tits on ya to get you to shut up after a while...."
Then she looked at the vampire, completely stony faced whilst massaging his toes, as she said quite directly - "Though rumour has it you have a big dick so I wouldn't say no."
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Lyle mimed zipping his mouth shut, letting Rocky have a bit of fun at Fisher's expense. He deserved it, honestly. Though he wouldn't let it get too far. He didn't want his brother to get too confused.
And Fisher was definitely confused. There was no way that he would have been with a woman, not in that regard. He barely liked women on a fundamental basis, how could he spend an entire summer with one? Especially one that rubbed her boobs on him? He made a face at that, shrinking away from Rocky. "Your... you'd... eugh." Nothing about that sounded appealing.
Raising an eyebrow at Rocky, Lyle couldn't keep the smirk off his face. It was a true rumor, but she didn't need to know that. "Wow, the things people talk about," he mused idly.
"Ew!" Fisher declared, "I don't need to know that about him!!"
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"Whaaat?" Rocky laughed, storing Lyle's reaction for later use. "Yours isn't bad either! I saw the tent you were pitchin' some mornings, it wasn't bad. I didn't do anything with it, don't worry your little messy head," she added quickly to dispell any look of horror. Now that was addressed, though, she turned back to Lyle, her own smirk on her face.
"And yeah, they talked about it. I think Peyton practically wrote it on the walls of the school.... I have standards and if you meet them, weeelll...." She made a little clicking sound with her teeth then purred before dissolving into laughter. "Okay I really seriously cannot do that at you. Fisher, on the other hand...."
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"Oh God!" Fisher moaned, grabbing the sheet and pulling it over his head. Yeah, he had no desire to better know this person, especially if she'd been checking out his package.
The topic of Peyton was still a little sore, but Lyle managed to pass it off with a small shrug and a smile. "I'm afraid I can't let you traumatize him much more today. He's been through a lot lately, and I don't want to add inability to ever have an erection again to the list."
"Don't talk about my boners!" Fisher shrieked from beneath blanket.
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Rocky had had no choice but to check it out because it had been right there under her nose half the time. But she didn't mention it. She was too busy cracking up at the sight of Fisher under his sheet like a ghost scared of itself. "Okay, okay fine... I know when I'm not wanted..." she laughed, not even realising that she'd stroked affectionately down the formation which was Fisher's arm in her mirth.
"You boys of mine. I dunno what to do with you." Scrambling off the bed she smiled at Lyle before deciding to go over and give him a hug. "Did I help?" she whispered, hoping to fuck she wouldn't regret asking that question.
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Fisher was all too aware of the contact Rocky gave him, and it moved him further from her, his small body now against the headboard and curled up beneath the protective blanket. Maybe he was acting childishly, but he didn't feel safe and he wanted to hide. And she was touching him. She was lucky she didn't get a kick in the face.
Lyle hugged Rocky, glad for the contact, glad that someone was eager to comfort him for a change. Not that he'd admit he wanted or needed it. "Yeah, you did," he assured him. "This is the most talkative he's been." This was promising, even though Fisher was literally hiding under the covers right now. At least he was interacting, coming out of his shell. Well, had been, anyway. Pulling away from Rocky, Lyle nudged his brother with his elbow. "You all done for the day?"
"I was done the minute that bitch walked in," he snapped.
"Okay, fine. She'll go. Your majesty." Lyle sneered, shaking his head. "What a primadonna," he muttered to Rocky. Of course, she'd understand. Her older brother was the exact same way.
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Fisher couldn't be the center of attention even if he was used to being that. Lyle needed some attention as well. As soon as he was hugged she leant back but didn't remove herself completely, frowning at the lump of blanket which was Fisher. He was such a fucking diva. Putting her hands on her hips she shook her head despite that he couldn't see her doing so.
"Only bitch in here is you, Fishsticks. You're more catty than Minnie with enough sass to cover eighteen Ru Pauls." She knew it was her cue to leave, though. Walking towards the door Rocky opening it a little before she turned to the little emo boy. "Be good to your brother. Both of you." Though she didn't need to worry about Lyle on that part.