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toxic_cornSeries: Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne
Title: Chapter One (1/12)
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toxic_corn and nutmeg610
Disclaimer: Chad and Mary Anne belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books repsectively. We humbly apologize for this.
Summary: Mary Anne has left Stoneybrook behind to attend UCLA. She loves living with Dawn and Tigger, working at a local day care, and spending time with Logan. But lately Logan's been changing and not for the better. What will happen when Logan's erratic behavior gets to be too much and the older LAPD officer starts getting closer?!
Notes: Sorry for the dreadful summary; I was going for a style. This is a Day Break/Baby-Sitter's Club crossover fic we dreamed up one night because we're insane. If you're brave enough to give this a try, good on you. And if you avoid it, well, we understand. :)
Also, it's imperative that you check out the organizational post becausenutmeg610 made the best banner in the hisory of EVER. Then come back and read the chapter. :)
CHAPTER ONE
In the movies when someone says “Things can’t get any worse,” they always do. I’ve seen thousands of movies; why haven’t I learned this lesson yet?!
- a page from the diary of Mary Anne Spier
“Oh no!” Mary Anne stared at her alarm clock in horror. 8:24, it said, with no explanation for not waking her up two hours and twenty-four minutes ago. She leapt out of bed and ran to her closet, randomly grabbing garments and throwing them on.
Forget the shower, teeth brushing, makeup. No time!
Mary Anne hopped into the kitchen, tying her shoelaces. She grabbed her keys from the ceramic plate on the counter, squeaking out a hi to her step-sister seated on the counter with a bowl of granola in her lap.
Dawn blinked blearily at the clock. “Don’t you have a class in half an hour?”
“Yes!” Mary Anne slipped her bag over her shoulder as she opened the front door.
“Isn’t it with the professor who really hates tardy-”
“Yes!” Slamming the door to their apartment, she dashed down the steps to the parking lot and piled into her car.
That alarm clock had been giving her trouble for months. Why hadn’t she replaced it? Because it had never been an issue before; Tigger usually woke her up wanting to be fed.
Pulling on to the street, Mary Anne managed a soft sound of pity for her beloved cat. The day before, she and Dawn had found Tigger trying to pee all over the apartment. When they tried to pick him up to take him to his litter box, he had yowled in pain. A trip to the vet revealed that Tigger’s urethra had gotten blocked. It would take four hundred dollars to get it unblocked. Four hundred dollars Mary Anne couldn’t afford to part with but was more than willing to for Tigger’s sake.
Mary Anne got onto the freeway and tensed up. She loved Los Angeles almost as much as Dawn did, but she was never going to love its freeway with its crazy drivers and unreliable road construction and the horrible traffic jams. That’s why she usually left early to avoid the worst of that stuff and get to her class on time.
Oh god, Dr. Ewing’s class. The TA who taught it was so condescending and always put late students on the spot. From day one Mary Anne and the rest of the class had made sure to show up at the least ten minutes early, after the five-minute brow beating one unfortunate soul had received.
All through her stressful thoughts, Mary Anne unconsciously pressed the accelerator more and more.
~*~
Chad Shelten glared out the window while telling himself he wasn’t pouting. He was brooding. And imagining getting his hands on the little bastards who’d vandalized his shiny black SUV. He’d gotten the point when they’d slashed his tires, but scratching PIG into the door was overkill.
Now here he was getting a ride fro some kid just out of the academy. Chad was pretty sure if he reached over behind the kid’s ears, his fingers would come away wet.
When he’d called the station to report the incident and request a ride, they’d said this patroller was all they could spare but Chad was no dummy; he’d heard snickering on the other line. Maybe he should’ve called cab.
“Sorry, Sergeant Shelten,” the young officer said nervously. “We got a speeding vehicle up ahead; it’s going to take a little longer getting you back to the station.”
A speed freak, huh? A wicked smile crossed Chad’s face at the thought of letting off some steam. “Great. Long as I get to do the walk-up.”
“But sir-”
“Do you really want a problem with IA, son?!”
Sighing, the officer turned on the siren.
~*~
“Oh, no!” Mary Anne glanced in the rearview mirror, horrified to see flashing police lights. She never broke the law! It figured that the one time she did, she’d get caught.
Shaking, she pulled off onto the shoulder and waited. Did the police stay in their cruisers so long just to get motorists into a panic? If so, they were doing a good job. Mary Anne took deep breaths, trying to get herself to calm down.
After what felt like a million years, one of the police car’s doors opened and a large man in a suit stepped out.
Oh no, was he FBI?! Well, she didn’t have any drugs, illegal immigrants, or aliens in the back seat so maybe she’d be okay.
The man approached the car and stood outside her window a minute. What was he waiting for?
He bent and tapped the window with his badge and made a gesture miming rolling down a window.
Ooops. Blushing, she did so.
“Well now,” he said, tone falsely jovial. “Using the wonders of mathematics, how many miles over the speed limit were you going?”
To her horror, Mary Anne burst into tears.
~*~
Chad blinked at the girl in surprise. In his experience, crying was all too common among speeders who were pulled over, particularly women. And yeah, he knew he could be an asshole, but this had been him being nice.
To her credit, the girl looked angry to be crying. Her fists clenched on the wheel and she bit her lip to better contain her tears.
“License and registration, miss,” Chad said, his words clipped.
The girl pulled the papers out of the glove compartment without a big search and rooted through her purse for her license. She handed the articles over without so much as sparing him a glance.
“Here,” she muttered. “Just don’t make fun of me anymore.”
She photographed well. Chad barely glanced at the registration as he admired her picture; she was all shy smiles and long dark hair. “Where were you headed in such a hurry, Ms. Spier?”
“I’m late for class,” she said, tightly.
“Yeah? UCLA?”
She nodded and gave him an odd look.
“Got a major yet?”
“Elementary education.” The odd look had turned into full blown What is your malfunction, mister? that women were so good at.
Chad snorted. “You’re a brave woman. Have you ever been pulled over before, Ms. Spier?”
“No, sir,” she said firmly.
“Well, considering this is your first offense, I’ll let you go with a warning.” He handed back her license and registration and didn’t let go until she turned her pretty, puzzled face up at him. “Besides, it’s not my job to give you a ticket. I’m IA.”
She stared at him blankly.
“Internal Affairs,” he clarified. “Like on all those cop shows, you know?”
“I don’t really watch those.” She put her papers away, back to not looking at him.
“That’s probably a good idea,” Chad said thoughtfully. “They give civilians an over-inflated sense of what police work is all about.”
For some reason, that got a smile out of her and he found himself smiling back. He patted the top of the car. “Well, have a nice day, Mary Anne.”
“Thank you, officer.” Even with her face still a little red and puffy from crying, she looked beautiful when she smiled.
Chad went back to the patrol car grinning, and wasn’t at all bothered by the young officer grumbling about not filling his quota.
: Chapter Two >
Title: Chapter One (1/12)
Authors:
toxic_corn and nutmeg610Disclaimer: Chad and Mary Anne belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books repsectively. We humbly apologize for this.
Summary: Mary Anne has left Stoneybrook behind to attend UCLA. She loves living with Dawn and Tigger, working at a local day care, and spending time with Logan. But lately Logan's been changing and not for the better. What will happen when Logan's erratic behavior gets to be too much and the older LAPD officer starts getting closer?!
Notes: Sorry for the dreadful summary; I was going for a style. This is a Day Break/Baby-Sitter's Club crossover fic we dreamed up one night because we're insane. If you're brave enough to give this a try, good on you. And if you avoid it, well, we understand. :)
Also, it's imperative that you check out the organizational post because
nutmeg610 made the best banner in the hisory of EVER. Then come back and read the chapter. :)In the movies when someone says “Things can’t get any worse,” they always do. I’ve seen thousands of movies; why haven’t I learned this lesson yet?!
- a page from the diary of Mary Anne Spier
“Oh no!” Mary Anne stared at her alarm clock in horror. 8:24, it said, with no explanation for not waking her up two hours and twenty-four minutes ago. She leapt out of bed and ran to her closet, randomly grabbing garments and throwing them on.
Forget the shower, teeth brushing, makeup. No time!
Mary Anne hopped into the kitchen, tying her shoelaces. She grabbed her keys from the ceramic plate on the counter, squeaking out a hi to her step-sister seated on the counter with a bowl of granola in her lap.
Dawn blinked blearily at the clock. “Don’t you have a class in half an hour?”
“Yes!” Mary Anne slipped her bag over her shoulder as she opened the front door.
“Isn’t it with the professor who really hates tardy-”
“Yes!” Slamming the door to their apartment, she dashed down the steps to the parking lot and piled into her car.
That alarm clock had been giving her trouble for months. Why hadn’t she replaced it? Because it had never been an issue before; Tigger usually woke her up wanting to be fed.
Pulling on to the street, Mary Anne managed a soft sound of pity for her beloved cat. The day before, she and Dawn had found Tigger trying to pee all over the apartment. When they tried to pick him up to take him to his litter box, he had yowled in pain. A trip to the vet revealed that Tigger’s urethra had gotten blocked. It would take four hundred dollars to get it unblocked. Four hundred dollars Mary Anne couldn’t afford to part with but was more than willing to for Tigger’s sake.
Mary Anne got onto the freeway and tensed up. She loved Los Angeles almost as much as Dawn did, but she was never going to love its freeway with its crazy drivers and unreliable road construction and the horrible traffic jams. That’s why she usually left early to avoid the worst of that stuff and get to her class on time.
Oh god, Dr. Ewing’s class. The TA who taught it was so condescending and always put late students on the spot. From day one Mary Anne and the rest of the class had made sure to show up at the least ten minutes early, after the five-minute brow beating one unfortunate soul had received.
All through her stressful thoughts, Mary Anne unconsciously pressed the accelerator more and more.
Chad Shelten glared out the window while telling himself he wasn’t pouting. He was brooding. And imagining getting his hands on the little bastards who’d vandalized his shiny black SUV. He’d gotten the point when they’d slashed his tires, but scratching PIG into the door was overkill.
Now here he was getting a ride fro some kid just out of the academy. Chad was pretty sure if he reached over behind the kid’s ears, his fingers would come away wet.
When he’d called the station to report the incident and request a ride, they’d said this patroller was all they could spare but Chad was no dummy; he’d heard snickering on the other line. Maybe he should’ve called cab.
“Sorry, Sergeant Shelten,” the young officer said nervously. “We got a speeding vehicle up ahead; it’s going to take a little longer getting you back to the station.”
A speed freak, huh? A wicked smile crossed Chad’s face at the thought of letting off some steam. “Great. Long as I get to do the walk-up.”
“But sir-”
“Do you really want a problem with IA, son?!”
Sighing, the officer turned on the siren.
“Oh, no!” Mary Anne glanced in the rearview mirror, horrified to see flashing police lights. She never broke the law! It figured that the one time she did, she’d get caught.
Shaking, she pulled off onto the shoulder and waited. Did the police stay in their cruisers so long just to get motorists into a panic? If so, they were doing a good job. Mary Anne took deep breaths, trying to get herself to calm down.
After what felt like a million years, one of the police car’s doors opened and a large man in a suit stepped out.
Oh no, was he FBI?! Well, she didn’t have any drugs, illegal immigrants, or aliens in the back seat so maybe she’d be okay.
The man approached the car and stood outside her window a minute. What was he waiting for?
He bent and tapped the window with his badge and made a gesture miming rolling down a window.
Ooops. Blushing, she did so.
“Well now,” he said, tone falsely jovial. “Using the wonders of mathematics, how many miles over the speed limit were you going?”
To her horror, Mary Anne burst into tears.
Chad blinked at the girl in surprise. In his experience, crying was all too common among speeders who were pulled over, particularly women. And yeah, he knew he could be an asshole, but this had been him being nice.
To her credit, the girl looked angry to be crying. Her fists clenched on the wheel and she bit her lip to better contain her tears.
“License and registration, miss,” Chad said, his words clipped.
The girl pulled the papers out of the glove compartment without a big search and rooted through her purse for her license. She handed the articles over without so much as sparing him a glance.
“Here,” she muttered. “Just don’t make fun of me anymore.”
She photographed well. Chad barely glanced at the registration as he admired her picture; she was all shy smiles and long dark hair. “Where were you headed in such a hurry, Ms. Spier?”
“I’m late for class,” she said, tightly.
“Yeah? UCLA?”
She nodded and gave him an odd look.
“Got a major yet?”
“Elementary education.” The odd look had turned into full blown What is your malfunction, mister? that women were so good at.
Chad snorted. “You’re a brave woman. Have you ever been pulled over before, Ms. Spier?”
“No, sir,” she said firmly.
“Well, considering this is your first offense, I’ll let you go with a warning.” He handed back her license and registration and didn’t let go until she turned her pretty, puzzled face up at him. “Besides, it’s not my job to give you a ticket. I’m IA.”
She stared at him blankly.
“Internal Affairs,” he clarified. “Like on all those cop shows, you know?”
“I don’t really watch those.” She put her papers away, back to not looking at him.
“That’s probably a good idea,” Chad said thoughtfully. “They give civilians an over-inflated sense of what police work is all about.”
For some reason, that got a smile out of her and he found himself smiling back. He patted the top of the car. “Well, have a nice day, Mary Anne.”
“Thank you, officer.” Even with her face still a little red and puffy from crying, she looked beautiful when she smiled.
Chad went back to the patrol car grinning, and wasn’t at all bothered by the young officer grumbling about not filling his quota.
: Chapter Two >
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