Fic Talk > I Challenge You....
The June challenge: You take over because I quit!!
julilly:
At some point during the judge’s harsh words I had stopped listening. It wasn’t a lack of respect for the woman sitting above me deciding my imminent fate; it was more that her voice was burning a hole in my heart. I had lived for months with the guilt of what had happened, and I knew there would be consequences but I had never imagined they would be so severe. I was being made an example of, I could tell.
I heard her gavel snap down sharply against the wooden desk and I turned to my lawyer whose face was solemn. I knew it couldn’t have been good. In a flash the judge had stood up and left the room as if she were just plain and simple done with me.
“I’m sorry Nick,” my lawyer, Ted, told me, giving me a pat on the shoulder, “Do you need me to explain things to you?”
I had hired Ted because he was a great lawyer, and he had accepted me as a client because he thought he would have the opportunity to argue the case of his career. I hadn’t let him though. Instead I used him as a translator because I had never really been one to speak legalese. So he would definitely have to explain some things to me... like what that woman had just said.
Things didn’t seem positive as I turned and looked into the audience of the courtroom where my friends and family sat in my support. From across the way I could see familiar faces. They were hugging happily, as if they’d accomplished something but they weren’t there for me. The people who were; my mother and father, sisters and brother, and the four men who had brought me through my adolescence, had quite the opposite written on their faces. I saw tears, I saw heartbreak and most of all I saw pity. Pity for me.
Pengi:
Not to hijack the last one's idea of a court room, but this lovely little tidbit was sitting in my "to be written" folder so I thought I'd toss it on here for someone to play with if they were interested... lol :p
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"Your honor, the defense would like to call to the stand Mr. Brian Littrell."
Nick looked up from his concentration on the table in front of him. His eyes fluttered past the opposite table to where Brian was just entering the courtroom. His shoes echoed in the silence of the room as he made his way to the witness stand. Brian was sworn in and he took a seat and Nick leaned back in the hard wooden chair and folded his arms across his chest.
"Please state your name for the record."
Brian leaned forward, his mouth practically on the microphone in front of him. "Brian Thomas Littrell, your honor," he said.
"Proceed," the judge's voice rang out.
Watson Hughes, the defense attourney, tugged at his tie and moved closer. "Mr. Littrell, you've worked with my client, Mr. Carter for quite some time, I understand?"
"Almost twenty years," Brian answered, nodding.
"How well would you say that you know Mr. Carter?"
"Extremely well."
"Please describe Mr. Carter's personality for the jury."
It was the question that Watson Hughes had spent hours trying to talk Nick out of - the question that Nick had insisted was the best question they could ask Brian on the stand. He'd said that they could trust Brian against anything in the world to give the right answer. And when he'd said it, Nick had truly believed that. But in the past couple days... well, he couldn't be too sure anymore. He felt his breath resting in his throat, his heart slowing to a low hum.
Brian took a deep breath, shifted his weight. His eyes went to Nick, then to Penny, and back to Nick. He looked at his hands, seemed to collect himself, and looked back up. "Nick has been my best friend since 1993," he said slowly.
"And were you with Nick the night of --"
"Which is why it's so hard for me to do this," Brian added, interrupting Watson Hughes.
Nick felt his stomach crawl into his throat.
He was about to go to jail.
mare:
Just out of curiosity, is anyone working on any of these?
simple sue:
Here's my contribution. I'm thinking about one working on one. Haven't decided which one though.
He stared out the full pane of glass overlooking the city. A million tiny lights danced below him like the stars above in the sky. She loved the view. He bought this view for her. She wasn’t here.
She lingered in every part of their home but she was nowhere to be found. Nothing was gone. Her clothes remained in the closet, her jewelry in the walnut box on the dresser and her reading glasses on the bedside table on her side. The only thing she took was the clothes on her back and her coat from the front closet. She was gone.
There were so many unanswered questions. They found her car abandoned in a supermarket parking lot not too far from their home. Was she kidnapped or did she set it up to look as though she had been? Why would she want to leave if she did disappear of her own free will? How do you tell a five year old Mommy may never be coming home again?
He missed her. The sound of her laughter as he tried to remember the punchline to a joke one of the guys had told him. The way she’d call out his name when they made love. He turned; thinking he’d heard her voice. Those sounds were just whispers in the air. Something he wanted to hear. The only thing he was hearing right now though was the tiny voice of his five year old calling out for him from the doorway of his room.
“Can I sleep with you tonight Daddy?” Came his little voice.
He couldn’t deny his child comfort. He needed to feel secure and if that meant him sleeping in the same room then that’s what he would do. “Sure buddy.” He lifted the boy up off the floor and carried him over to the king sized bed.
“Daddy? When’ s Mommy coming home?”
Good question. One he wished he could answer.
FrickingKaos:
I am probably the only one but I am working on the one Steph (Carter-Orange) posted. I've just been busy. Hoping to finish mine this week.
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