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Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (total_milf) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-08-18 20:26:00

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darcy rhone, phoebe halliwell

WHO: Darcy Rhone and OTA
WHAT: Trying to find an amulet and maybe running into someone in person for the first time since arriving?
WHERE: First floor of the apartment complex in Lawrence
WHEN: Present day, early evening.

It had taken a few days for Darcy to accept that she really wasn't going to be going home any time soon. It took another to accept that she was going to be having her babies in some po-dunk town all alone and that Ethan was neither going to be able to support her through the pregnancy nor be there for the birth to hold her hand. Finally, Darcy had decided that she was going to have to try to make the best of it and roll with the punches as best she could. Everybody kept saying that she wouldn't be alone having these babies, but she didn't believe them. Part of her was pretty sure that the babies weren't the reason she was so exhausted and that it was just the stress and fear of the idea of having them at all, never mind all by herself in a strange place surrounded by a bunch of people she'd never met in person.

The most that Darcy had bothered to leave her room was to go to the nearest gas station for ice cream or junk food because it was the only thing she was craving and her appetite was long gone, so it was the cheapest and fastest way to force herself to eat for the benefit of her unborn children. So, when the one guy, Connor, had recommended she get an amulet to ward off demon possession — of all things — she wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of having yet another reason to force herself out of bed and out of her room. But, she decided she sort of didn't have a choice. Everything was so crazy around here, no one had given her any real reason to doubt the validity of his suggestion and the last thing she wanted was to be the next pea-soup spouting, head-spinning, foul-mouthed, foreign-tongued freak of nature.

So, with a lot of moping to herself and a little bit of effort, Darcy got out of bed, showered — bemoaning the fact that she could no longer see anything more than the very tip of her big toe while looking down — and headed out of her room and down the elevator to the first floor.

"Amulets, amulets..." she murmured to herself, walking slowly around and trying to take in the surroundings for the first time, since she hadn't bothered any other time. If she had, she might have noticed the amulets the first five or six times she'd left her room and the building. "If I were a bunch of amulets...where would I want to chill?" she wondered quietly to herself, tapping her fingers gingerly against her swollen stomach.

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total_milf
2011-08-29 06:09 pm UTC (link)

Sam would have been her first choice, since he was an expert, but he was married so that was a no go. No wife in their right mind would let their husband spend all of his free time with some other woman, interested or not. Darcy wasn't, for the record, interested in Sam Winchester apart from the fact that he seemed like a nice guy and wanted to help when she needed it. She wouldn't have slept with him if someone paid her to, but she did genuinely wish he could be her Ethan. To be fair, she never slept with Ethan and probably never would.

Her second choice would have been Clark, since he had already been so nice as to bring her ice cream when she was having a wicked craving...but she could not gauge whether he was old enough for her taste, just looking at him, and she didn't want to ask. Third choice went to Connor, because he lived in the complex and seemed to know his shit pretty well. She had already gotten the vibe from him, though, that he probably couldn't have wanted less to be a part of her life, so recruiting him as an Ethan replacement didn't really seem like an option. She would have to keep looking.

"God, I don't want to have my babies here..." she whispered more to herself than to Phoebe, but once it was out in the open, she looked back up at the other woman and gave a soft sigh, shaking her head. "I didn't want them, you know?" she admitted, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. She hadn't told anyone, not even Ethan. "I was excited when I thought it was one and I just knew in my heart it was going to be a baby girl. And then, when Marcus left me, I packed my crap and flew off to England and kept telling myself it was going to be awesome to have a little Mini Me...and then," she went on, trying very hard not to cry even though her hormones were getting the best of her, "when I found out it was twin boys I didn't want them at all!" she wailed, big fat tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm a horrible mother already!"

After a pause, Darcy tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes, shaking her head. "I'm sorry...wow...these fucking hormones...I didn't mean to dump that on you," she said, sincerely apologetic. "Please don't tell anyone...and please don't judge me, because it's different now; I really do want them, now," she finished quickly in an attempt to redeem herself.

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powerofpheebs
2011-08-29 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Phoebe may not have been an empath any more, but she still knew when people were hurting. She could be as talkative and as rambly as the next person, but it was obvious Darcy needed to get all of that out of her system. Phoebe made a living helping others with their problems. She was attempting to do it here, too, even if she was finding it much more difficult.

But what Darcy was telling her wasn't as difficult as 'should humanity live or die'. Her problem was mortal, not supernatural. Darcy's problem, Phoebe could handle.

She waited until the other woman was finished, letting her dry her eyes and make her excuses. And then she smiled softly. Reaching out, she gave the pretty brunette a quick squeeze and then gave a quick nod. "Come on," she said, motioning Darcy back towards the elevators. "Come with me."

She didn't say anything else until they were heading up to Phoebe's room. "What you need is some tea. And my sister's cookies. Piper used to be a chef, actually. Her boys will be lucky if they don't grow up as big as houses." Well. Technically, she'd already met both boys. And Mel, too, which she was still getting used to, as she hadn't even known of Mel's existence at the time.

Phoebe led the way into her apartment and motioned for Darcy to take a seat. "Get comfy. You should be off your feet as much as possible." She went through the motions of making tea, chamomile to honor Piper's theory that it was calming. She also plated a few cookies. Hell, Darcy was eating for three after all. "Hormones are hell," she confirmed. "But you think that's bad? Try carrying the heir to the source of all evil. Want to talk about a baby that doesn't actually belong?" She could laugh about it by then. At the time, though, it had broken her heart. Still, it gave her a topic of discussion, and let Darcy know that she did understand, even if only on a surface level. "I mean, I've had crap exes, but he sort of took the cake on that one. And the baby, well... Apparently magical babies are already thinking and using their powers in the womb. I did, once. Helped my mom and my sisters cast a pretty big spell before I was born. And my nephew gave my sister a force field, kept her pretty much invincible while she was pregnant. Me, though, no, I get the half-demon baby who throws fireballs and hurts the doctor doing my prenatal exams. You are getting prenatal exams, right?"

So Phoebe could change topics on a dime. Whatever. The point was that Phoebe wasn't judging. And she was, for the most part, very understanding of Darcy's situation. It was something, at least.

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total_milf
2011-08-30 01:51 am UTC (link)

Still sniffling — "Don't sniffle, Darcy Jane. That's unattractive and unladylike; go get a tissue and blow your nose. Primly! No one needs to hear a foghorn, either," — and wiping at her eyes as they continued to leak, Darcy allowed herself to be led back toward the elevators with Phoebe. She only nodded and followed dutifully, unable and unwanting to change course. She held her stomach and thought to Baby A and Baby B, whom she still hadn't gotten around to naming, that she did want them. She was going to be a good mother, if it killed her. She was sorry that she hadn't wanted them and she was sorry she'd been so bitter, but things were going to change and they had already started to. She was excited for them, even if she was still terrified beyond all recognition. They were hers and she was going to love them. She wanted them to know it.

Phoebe led her into what was, presumably, her own room and Darcy followed silently, red-rimmed eyes pointed downward, because she couldn't make herself look at the other woman. She only nodded that tea sounded good. Cookies sounded better, but she'd only pick at them, even if she was hungry, because Darcy was already as big as a house and she didn't want Phoebe to see her new addiction to food, even if everyone kept telling her it was perfectly acceptable.

She sat when Phoebe motioned for her to do so and she curled up in the corner of the couch, hugging one of the pillows, allowing herself to completely forget that this woman was essentially a stranger and this couch and pillow weren't Darcy's to cry all over. Still silently crying, she finally looked up when Phoebe started to talk about her own pregnancy. In perspective, Darcy's experience was not that bad. Even if one figured in the fact that it had stemmed from an affair while she'd been engaged and that both of those men left her in the end. She figured that her expression was enough to show that she sympathized and understood the moral of the story: It could be so much worse, Darce.

Darcy didn't speak again until she was pointedly asked a question, at which point, she nodded weakly and, in a watery, wobbly voice answered, "Quinn and Puck suggested Dr. Tam, since I don't have a job right now. I've seen him once and had an appointment just before I got here, too," she replied. "I'll go back in, too, I mean...but just, I haven't needed to just yet; it was only last week."

She cleared her throat, while watching Phoebe getting together the tea and cookies — "You don't need cookies, Darcy Jane. Love and success are not at the bottom of a cookie jar and you'll never find a husband in the back of the refrigerator," — trying to remind herself that she would need to at least eat one to avoid a lecture of some kind about eating for three. "Thank you," she finished in a small voice.

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powerofpheebs
2011-08-30 06:41 am UTC (link)

"Plenty of us don't have jobs here," Phoebe admitted, looking a little ashamed of herself. "Which I hate, by the way. I worked way too hard to be independent to end up on the bottom of the heap. But I don't exist in this world, it isn't like I can go right back to where I was." Which really, really pissed her off. But what could she do about it? Nothing, that's what. Start from scratch, maybe, if that's what she wanted. Would she be able to deal with being back at the bottom of the heap? It was bad enough she felt like she was back under Prue's scrutiny at all times. "But I hear Dr. Tam's the best. I haven't had a reason to go see him yet, hoping I can keep it that way for a while." Doctors weren't Phoebe's favorite thing ever.

She settled on the other end of the couch, leaving the cookies on the coffee table so Darcy could pick at them if she chose. She placed a cup of tea in the woman's hands and smiled sympathetically. "For what it's worth? I'd be scared to death if I were you. I've dealt with these sorts of things, it doesn't make it any easier. Twins? And by yourself?" She pulled her feet up beneath her, sipping at her own cup. "Good thing about this place is, you've got instant babysitters. Need a breather? How many people here would kill to get their hands on a fat, squishy baby boy to play with?"

She would. Oh, sure, her vision had shown her a girl. But Piper's future had said a girl and they'd gotten Wyatt instead. So who knew? Every time Phoebe thought she'd pushed the idea aside, it poked its head back up with a vengeance. She wanted to be a mommy and badly. And knowing that, even for a moment, Darcy hadn't wanted to be, was shocking to her. But she could understand it, too.

"My sister had planned for a girl," she pointed out, neglecting to mention that they'd assumed as much thanks to a trip to the future. She'd probably confused poor Darcy enough already. "She loves her little boy now more than anything. And you've got twice the baby to love. They will look silly if you dress them in pretty little dresses, though."

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total_milf
2011-08-31 12:27 am UTC (link)

A small frown crossed Darcy's face. She had some prospects, but no real position yet. Rumor had it she might not even exist in this world, in which case, she wouldn't be able to get a replacement for her driver's license, which was still in Ethan's apartment, six years in the past and over the pond. "Yeah...I know what you mean," she agreed vaguely. Darcy, too, had worked very hard to reach her own independant success and she was going to miss the status that came with her job from Manhattan. She had already started to miss it in London, honestly. The frown was replaced with a brief flicker of a smile before it returned. "Yeah, he's good; I like him so far," she replied. She nodded her understanding to Phoebe's interest in not needing a doctor. Darcy was the same way, although the babies weren't going to allow her the luxury of avoiding them, at least not for the next eighteen years or so.

Giving a weak but grateful smile, Darcy took the tea cup from Phoebe and sipped at it, looking over the edge of the cup at her newfound companion. After hearing what Phoebe had to say, her eyes dropped again and she took another sip of the tea. "I'm scared as hell," she admitted in a near whisper. "And that's part of why..."

Darcy took a deep breath and sighed around the lip of the cup before lowering it. "I don't know anyone here. Not really," she said. "Most of the people I feel like I can trust, I haven't even met in person. How can I just hand over my kids to total strangers just to take a breather?" she asked shakily. It was more rhetorical than anything, so she went back to the tea and lowered her eyes again. A weak smile surfaced at Phoebe's comment about the dresses. "That part sucks still, no matter how much I love my unborn boys," she sighed honestly.

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powerofpheebs
2011-09-01 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Phoebe gave another little smile, hopefully of a reassuring nature. Glancing down at Darcy's abdomen, she smirked a bit. "I think you have a few months still before you have to start worrying about leaving them with anyone," she pointed out, giggling despite herself. "That's plenty of time to meet people. To start to trust them. You're not the only one here expecting, after all. Your boys could end up with loads of friends to play with." Which actually was sort of terrifying. Bringing all those children into an apocalyptic setting? It made her sort of feel like they needed a specific demon protected daycare in this place.

"And if they have girls? You can dress them up! And the dads can teach your boys baseball or fishing or whatever they do for fun here in Kansas." Phoebe's nose wrinkled slightly. For all of her supernatural abilities, she wasn't exactly Ms. World Traveler. She'd lived in New York for those years after high school and, of course, there was that period of living in Hong Kong. But she barely knew her own country. Maybe she should take after Prue and road trip around the place.

Would've been a lot easier with Paige there to orb her around.

"I actually lived in New York for a while myself," she pointed out, grasping on to the things they did actually have in common. Since, apparently, motherhood would never be one of them. Not the way Phoebe's luck was running. "Brooklyn, but I worked in Manhattan." Because she'd had to fend for herself and being eighteen and alone meant she did what she'd had to do.

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total_milf
2011-09-04 01:33 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, three and a half months, which is a lot of time," Darcy reluctantly agreed, tacking on, "but it doesn't feel like it. You know what I mean? It just makes me nervous." Eventually, Darcy would have to get a job, and then what? Who was going to watch her kids then? She'd have to find someone she trusted enough to do it full time or else hope like hell she could find a work at home position...but even then, she'd need someone to help her. The more she thought about it, the more she missed Ethan...and the more she hated Marcus for leaving her.

Though, Phoebe's enthusiasm and sense of community spirit was starting to make Darcy feel a little more relaxed. "You think so? I wish so much that my kids would have a dad. I never wanted to do it this way. I was sure Marcus would stick around; I was positive he'd be just as excited as I was. He wasn't," she muttered.

Brightening slightly, Darcy clung, too, to the thing that Phoebe mentioned that they'd had in common. And what a thing to have — Manhattan. God, she missed it so much...London was nice, but it would never be the Big Apple and Lawrence couldn't even wish hold a candle to either of them. "Cool, what did you do? In Manhattan, I mean?"

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