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toxic_cornSeries: Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne
Title: Chapter Two (2/12)
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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. :)
Check out the organizational post for the previous chapter and to check out Nutmeg's awesome banner.
CHAPTER TWO
I think Logan’s turning into bad news. He got kicked off the track team because he tested positive for marijuana. But he promised Mary Anne that he’d quit and he even flushed down his stash right in front of her to show her how serious he is. I don’t know, though. Maybe when we go east for Christmas, you can use some of your blunt Kristy skills to talk some sense into her?
- snippet of an email from Dawn Schaefer to Kristy Thomas
“So you only got off with a warning?” Dawn popped a grape into her mouth. “I wish that could happen to me. So he wasn’t a normal cop?”
“No, he said he was IA,” Mary Anne replied, reaching into the bowl for a grape. Since moving in with Dawn, she’d been eating healthier, adopting the fruits and veggies California diet. It had been rough at first but now she was growing to like it and hardly ever thought about junk food, though she did slip now and then and have something chocolatey. Not too much of course, since she didn’t want to gain back the weight she’d lost, not that she’d ever had a weight problem.
“Ah, Internal Affairs,” Dawn said, nodding knowingly. “They’re the department other cops are afraid of.”
Mary Anne raised her eyebrows. “How do you know this?”
“I watch Law & Order: SVU sometimes.” Dawn suddenly bounced, grinning. “Was he cute?”
“The cop?” Mary Anne shrugged. “I don’t know; I was just so scared. He was really tall, though, that much I know.”
“Tall is good,” Dawn insisted. “You’d be able to find him in a crowd, even at your height.”
Mary Anne looked at her step-sister suspiciously. “Dawn, what are you doing?”
Dawn gave her an innocent smile. “Being boy-crazy?”
She was about to question her more seriously, when her cell-phone rang. She saw it was Logan and took a deep breath. He’d been getting strange lately and she was having her doubts about him.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Mary Anne? Um, ahm in trouble.”
Mary Anne sat up straight, shooting Dawn a panicked look. “Trouble? What kind of trouble?”
“Trouble lahk, ah need yew ta bring bail money down to the station trouble.”
“Oh my god. How much money?”
He told her and she nearly choked on her tongue. “What did you do, steal the Hope Diamond?”
“Ah didn’t do anythang, they got the wrong guy! I promise ah’ll pay ya back, just get me outta here!”
“Okay, just… calm down. I’ll do what I can.”
“Thank you, you’re the best.” Logan sounded relieved.
Mary Anne hung up and sighed. “Dawn, how much extra money do you have?”
~*~
After scraping together what little they had and one wire transfer from Richard Spier later, Mary Anne paid off Logan’s bail and sat in the police station waiting for it all to be processed and for Logan to be let go.
She rubbed at her eyes tiredly. This was the last straw. She didn’t care if Logan didn’t do it; he was running with a dangerous crowd and more and more situations like this were going to crop up unless she did something right now to stop it.
“Did you break the law again today, Spier? After I let you off with a warning?” A large man dropped down into the chair next to her and clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “You’re incorrigible.”
It was her cop from earlier in the day. Only this time she wasn’t running on panic and had a chance to process his appearance. Tall, yes. Handsome, yes. Beautiful sea blue eyes, yes. She realized she was gaping at him and tried to make herself stop.
Hadn’t he said something? She thought about it. Yes! He had. But what? Oh!
“Uh,” she started. “No, I um… thank you for that, by the way. The warning, I mean. I’m just here picking up someone.”
The officer raised his eyebrows. “Oh, so you make a habit of cavorting with criminals then?” He looked her up and down. “You don’t seem the type.”
Mary Anne’s eyes widened. “Not a habit! I’m not a… criminal groupie or anything.” Her face flushed hotly. “He’s usually not like this and this is the first time I’ve ever had to… I mean… it’s not a usual thing, me showing up with bail. First and last time. I hope.” She stared at her hands miserably.
“Do you want me to get you something to drink?” the cop asked, gently. “There’s a pop machine just down the hall; it’s got everything.”
Mary Anne looked up and smiled at him gratefully. “No, thank you, officer, I’m fine.”
The cop nudged her with his elbow. “Oh, right, I guess you probably don’t want to spend any more money after posting bail. I’ll buy you something.” He got up and started to walk away. “Is Cherry Coke, okay?”
“Yes, it’s- You don’t have to-”
He returned a minute later with two cans of Cherry Coke and handed her one, resuming his seat.
“Thank you, officer…” she laughed, embarrassed. “I don’t know your name.”
“That’s because I didn’t give it yet.” He winked at her.
Mary Anne blushed again and looked down at her lap.
“It’s Chad. Sergeant Chad Shelten.” He opened his pop and took a sip. “I remember that your name’s Mary Anne. You don’t hear classic names like that nowadays.”
“No, you don’t,” Mary Anne agreed. “My mother always thought it was pretty so… I’m Mary Anne.”
Chad chuckled. “Yes, I got that.”
Ugh. Feeling like an idiot, Mary Anne started looking around, hoping they’d lead Logan out soon.
“So, who’re you bailing out?” Chad asked bluntly.
Mary Anne frowned at him. “My buh-”
“Mary Anne!” Logan walked over, waving.
Chad jerked in surprise and had an indecipherable expression on his face. If Mary Anne didn’t know any better, she’d think it was startled disappointment.
“Mary Anne, ah’ll pay ya back, ah swear!”
Mary Anne stood up and met him half way. She could hear Chad standing up behind her. “Logan, what happened?”
“It was all a mistake!”
“It always is,” Chad muttered.
Logan gave Chad an annoyed look before turning his earnest attention back to Mary Anne. “Honestly, that coke wasn’t mine, I was holding it for a-”
Her eyes bugged out of her head. “Cocaine?!”
“You look like the type who does pot,” Chad observed. “Cocaine, huh? Impressive.”
Logan bristled. “Who asked you, pig?!”
“Logan!” Mary Anne’s jaw dropped. She’d never seen him like this before, even with his recent erratic behavior.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s been a long night.” Logan sagged and rubbed at his eyes.
“I’ll bet,” Chad said. “Even longer if you’re going through coke withdrawl.”
Mary Anne slid an arm around Logan’s shoulders and frowned at Chad. Yes, Logan wasn’t behaving properly but… “That’s a little uncalled for, Sergeant Shelten.”
Chad sputtered. “Uncalled for! He-!” He scowled, leaning closer when he noticed cops nearby watching in interest. “What I don’t get is what a pretty girl like you is doing with a cokehead Huckleberry Hound!”
Logan’s eyes flashed. “Ah got thee-is ack-cent cuz ah’m from Loo-ville, Kintucky!”
Chad raised his hands up. “Well, kiss mah grits!”
“That’s enough!” Mary Anne could feel a head ache forming and just wanted to get out of here. “Sergeant Shelten, thank you for the soda but I need to take Logan home now.”
On the way out, she set her unopened soda on a desk and ignored Logan’s squawking over the officer’s generosity.
~*~
Mary Anne pulled up in front of Logan’s apartment. “Here we are.”
“Thanks, Mary- HEY!” He patted at his pockets and growled. “Mah cellphone’s gone!”
“Maybe you left it at the station,” Mary Anne suggested.
“Or maybe those pigs stole it,” Logan said, pouting.
“Yes, Logan, I’m sure they’d want your cellphone,” Mary Anne said, tiredly.
Logan unclicked his seatbelt and got out of the car. He paused, holding the door open. “Aren’tcha comin’ in?”
“I don’t think-”
“Please?” He looked so pathetic that Mary Anne couldn’t say no.
“Fine.”
~*~
Mary Anne took her time in the bathroom, smoothing her hair and tugging at the ends of Logan’s old SMS baseball jersey that she wore whenever she stayed the night at his place.
This would be her last night here. She was about to do what she’d heard about from Stacey and Claudia: Give the guy you’re about to break up with a “pity bone.” It felt wrong and she really didn’t want to do it. But she couldn’t very well break up with him now after the night he’d had. Best to save it for the morning; it would give her time to think of what she was going to say.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. “Logan? I’m-”
To her relief, Logan was sacked out across the bed, snoring.
With a soft sigh, she slid under the covers and turned out the light.
< Chapter One : Chapter Three >
Title: Chapter Two (2/12)
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. :)
Check out the organizational post for the previous chapter and to check out Nutmeg's awesome banner.
I think Logan’s turning into bad news. He got kicked off the track team because he tested positive for marijuana. But he promised Mary Anne that he’d quit and he even flushed down his stash right in front of her to show her how serious he is. I don’t know, though. Maybe when we go east for Christmas, you can use some of your blunt Kristy skills to talk some sense into her?
- snippet of an email from Dawn Schaefer to Kristy Thomas
“So you only got off with a warning?” Dawn popped a grape into her mouth. “I wish that could happen to me. So he wasn’t a normal cop?”
“No, he said he was IA,” Mary Anne replied, reaching into the bowl for a grape. Since moving in with Dawn, she’d been eating healthier, adopting the fruits and veggies California diet. It had been rough at first but now she was growing to like it and hardly ever thought about junk food, though she did slip now and then and have something chocolatey. Not too much of course, since she didn’t want to gain back the weight she’d lost, not that she’d ever had a weight problem.
“Ah, Internal Affairs,” Dawn said, nodding knowingly. “They’re the department other cops are afraid of.”
Mary Anne raised her eyebrows. “How do you know this?”
“I watch Law & Order: SVU sometimes.” Dawn suddenly bounced, grinning. “Was he cute?”
“The cop?” Mary Anne shrugged. “I don’t know; I was just so scared. He was really tall, though, that much I know.”
“Tall is good,” Dawn insisted. “You’d be able to find him in a crowd, even at your height.”
Mary Anne looked at her step-sister suspiciously. “Dawn, what are you doing?”
Dawn gave her an innocent smile. “Being boy-crazy?”
She was about to question her more seriously, when her cell-phone rang. She saw it was Logan and took a deep breath. He’d been getting strange lately and she was having her doubts about him.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Mary Anne? Um, ahm in trouble.”
Mary Anne sat up straight, shooting Dawn a panicked look. “Trouble? What kind of trouble?”
“Trouble lahk, ah need yew ta bring bail money down to the station trouble.”
“Oh my god. How much money?”
He told her and she nearly choked on her tongue. “What did you do, steal the Hope Diamond?”
“Ah didn’t do anythang, they got the wrong guy! I promise ah’ll pay ya back, just get me outta here!”
“Okay, just… calm down. I’ll do what I can.”
“Thank you, you’re the best.” Logan sounded relieved.
Mary Anne hung up and sighed. “Dawn, how much extra money do you have?”
After scraping together what little they had and one wire transfer from Richard Spier later, Mary Anne paid off Logan’s bail and sat in the police station waiting for it all to be processed and for Logan to be let go.
She rubbed at her eyes tiredly. This was the last straw. She didn’t care if Logan didn’t do it; he was running with a dangerous crowd and more and more situations like this were going to crop up unless she did something right now to stop it.
“Did you break the law again today, Spier? After I let you off with a warning?” A large man dropped down into the chair next to her and clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “You’re incorrigible.”
It was her cop from earlier in the day. Only this time she wasn’t running on panic and had a chance to process his appearance. Tall, yes. Handsome, yes. Beautiful sea blue eyes, yes. She realized she was gaping at him and tried to make herself stop.
Hadn’t he said something? She thought about it. Yes! He had. But what? Oh!
“Uh,” she started. “No, I um… thank you for that, by the way. The warning, I mean. I’m just here picking up someone.”
The officer raised his eyebrows. “Oh, so you make a habit of cavorting with criminals then?” He looked her up and down. “You don’t seem the type.”
Mary Anne’s eyes widened. “Not a habit! I’m not a… criminal groupie or anything.” Her face flushed hotly. “He’s usually not like this and this is the first time I’ve ever had to… I mean… it’s not a usual thing, me showing up with bail. First and last time. I hope.” She stared at her hands miserably.
“Do you want me to get you something to drink?” the cop asked, gently. “There’s a pop machine just down the hall; it’s got everything.”
Mary Anne looked up and smiled at him gratefully. “No, thank you, officer, I’m fine.”
The cop nudged her with his elbow. “Oh, right, I guess you probably don’t want to spend any more money after posting bail. I’ll buy you something.” He got up and started to walk away. “Is Cherry Coke, okay?”
“Yes, it’s- You don’t have to-”
He returned a minute later with two cans of Cherry Coke and handed her one, resuming his seat.
“Thank you, officer…” she laughed, embarrassed. “I don’t know your name.”
“That’s because I didn’t give it yet.” He winked at her.
Mary Anne blushed again and looked down at her lap.
“It’s Chad. Sergeant Chad Shelten.” He opened his pop and took a sip. “I remember that your name’s Mary Anne. You don’t hear classic names like that nowadays.”
“No, you don’t,” Mary Anne agreed. “My mother always thought it was pretty so… I’m Mary Anne.”
Chad chuckled. “Yes, I got that.”
Ugh. Feeling like an idiot, Mary Anne started looking around, hoping they’d lead Logan out soon.
“So, who’re you bailing out?” Chad asked bluntly.
Mary Anne frowned at him. “My buh-”
“Mary Anne!” Logan walked over, waving.
Chad jerked in surprise and had an indecipherable expression on his face. If Mary Anne didn’t know any better, she’d think it was startled disappointment.
“Mary Anne, ah’ll pay ya back, ah swear!”
Mary Anne stood up and met him half way. She could hear Chad standing up behind her. “Logan, what happened?”
“It was all a mistake!”
“It always is,” Chad muttered.
Logan gave Chad an annoyed look before turning his earnest attention back to Mary Anne. “Honestly, that coke wasn’t mine, I was holding it for a-”
Her eyes bugged out of her head. “Cocaine?!”
“You look like the type who does pot,” Chad observed. “Cocaine, huh? Impressive.”
Logan bristled. “Who asked you, pig?!”
“Logan!” Mary Anne’s jaw dropped. She’d never seen him like this before, even with his recent erratic behavior.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s been a long night.” Logan sagged and rubbed at his eyes.
“I’ll bet,” Chad said. “Even longer if you’re going through coke withdrawl.”
Mary Anne slid an arm around Logan’s shoulders and frowned at Chad. Yes, Logan wasn’t behaving properly but… “That’s a little uncalled for, Sergeant Shelten.”
Chad sputtered. “Uncalled for! He-!” He scowled, leaning closer when he noticed cops nearby watching in interest. “What I don’t get is what a pretty girl like you is doing with a cokehead Huckleberry Hound!”
Logan’s eyes flashed. “Ah got thee-is ack-cent cuz ah’m from Loo-ville, Kintucky!”
Chad raised his hands up. “Well, kiss mah grits!”
“That’s enough!” Mary Anne could feel a head ache forming and just wanted to get out of here. “Sergeant Shelten, thank you for the soda but I need to take Logan home now.”
On the way out, she set her unopened soda on a desk and ignored Logan’s squawking over the officer’s generosity.
Mary Anne pulled up in front of Logan’s apartment. “Here we are.”
“Thanks, Mary- HEY!” He patted at his pockets and growled. “Mah cellphone’s gone!”
“Maybe you left it at the station,” Mary Anne suggested.
“Or maybe those pigs stole it,” Logan said, pouting.
“Yes, Logan, I’m sure they’d want your cellphone,” Mary Anne said, tiredly.
Logan unclicked his seatbelt and got out of the car. He paused, holding the door open. “Aren’tcha comin’ in?”
“I don’t think-”
“Please?” He looked so pathetic that Mary Anne couldn’t say no.
“Fine.”
Mary Anne took her time in the bathroom, smoothing her hair and tugging at the ends of Logan’s old SMS baseball jersey that she wore whenever she stayed the night at his place.
This would be her last night here. She was about to do what she’d heard about from Stacey and Claudia: Give the guy you’re about to break up with a “pity bone.” It felt wrong and she really didn’t want to do it. But she couldn’t very well break up with him now after the night he’d had. Best to save it for the morning; it would give her time to think of what she was going to say.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. “Logan? I’m-”
To her relief, Logan was sacked out across the bed, snoring.
With a soft sigh, she slid under the covers and turned out the light.
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