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toxic_cornSeries: What If He's On the Run?
Title: Epilogue
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toxic_corn and nutmeg610
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chad/Mary Anne
Disclaimer: The characters belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books. We own nothing and no copyright infringement is intended.
Spoilers: For the entire damn season of Daybreak, specifically the final episode.
Summary: Following the events of Daybreak, Chad's working at a resort in Mexico where he meets a certain someone.
Notes: Spring break story! Our attempt at a (slightly) canon fic, so if you haven't finished watching Daybreak... well, it might be safe to read this since nothing specific is stated about the events in the finale until later in the story so you have time to catch up. But if you're really spoilerphobic, keep away. As always, here there be crack.
Catch up on earlier chapters at the organizational post.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Chad was wiping down the bar when a soft voice said, "Hola, sexy man."
Looking up, he grinned at the woman sitting directly in front of him. "What'll it be, chica pequeno?"
Mary Anne pouted. "I'm not a little girl; I'm your wife." But she dropped the pout and sighed, slouching over the bar. "Tequila, por favor."
"Rough day, mi chica dulce?" he asked, getting her drink. He considered his meager Spanish skills. "Is that better? Sweet girl. Hey, wait... corazon dulce... Sweetheart!"
She laughed but then resumed her pout, holding her arms out for a hug. "Si. Necissito un abrazo."
He didn't need any prompting and lifted the bar door up, coming around to pull her down from her stool and wrap her up in a big bear hug. "What happened?"
"One of the boys is having trouble with multiplication and the other kids started teasing him. I split it up but he was upset and took his anger out on me."
Gently, he lifted her chin up to look into her sad face. "Did he say something mean? Am I going to have to threaten an eleven year old?"
"It was pretty mean. But he was upset; he didn't mean it."
Chad sighed and started massaging her back, wishing he could take all of her problems away. "Well as soon as I'm done here, we'll go home and I'll give you a niiiiice loooong back massage, ok?"
"Mmmm. That sounds great." She nuzzled his neck. "Best husband ever."
"Best wife ever," he countered, hugging her.
"I'd better be," she teased and pulled away to hop back up on her stool to drink her much needed drink.
Seeking to cheer her up, Chad went back behind the bar and asked, "Wanna hear the latest village gossip?"
"Dish, dish!" Mary Anne slapped the bar top, punctuating each syllable.
Chad leaned closer and lowered his voice; there were some people in the village who knew a good amount of English to piece together what he was saying. "Juan's planning on cheating on his wife."
"No!" Mary Anne exclaimed, looking horrified. "Poor Adelina! With who?"
"Dulce." Chad named the most immoral woman in the village, making a face.
Mary Anne made a face too. "Ewwww. She has pubic lice. Tell him to be careful."
Nearly swallowing his tongue, Chad sputtered, "Mar-- Tess! That's so wrong!"
"I'm not just saying that! She really does!"
"Who told you that?"
"She did. When she was picking up one of her kids from school." She mimed scratching her crotch and said in a high-pitched voice, " Ay, Senora Mitchell! Mi-"
Chad waved his hands, halting her impersonation. "Ok, ok, I get it. Ew. Ew, ew, ew. That is so disgusting."
"Oh, I know. I didn't even know what to say. I think I just said, Que lastima and left it at that." She shuddered at the memory.
"What's that mean?"
"What a pity."
"Oh. Well you got that right." He nodded and looked at the clock, sighing. "Ten minutes 'til freedom."
Mary Anne looked at him thoughtfully. "If you don't like your job, maybe we should go somewhere else and see what you can find."
He frowned, not wanting to move her around again. That hadn't gone so well last time; they'd been lucky to find this village. "It's fine, Sweetheart. You love working with these kids."
"But I want you to be happy, too." She reached out for his hand and squeezed it.
Chad raised her hand up to his lips and softly kissed it. "I shouldn't complain. This is better than doing manual labor."
"Hey, doing manual labor is how you met me. That's not so bad," she said with a wink.
He laughed. "Yeah, that's true, but I'm getting too old for that sort of thing."
Mary Anne leaned across the bar and kissed his forehead. "You're only as old as you feel."
"Some days I feel 25, other days it's 65."
"You're only 46, sweetie."
"But that's not how I feel, " he said, giving her a look.
"Well, yes, but... 65?"
"In my knees."
Her curious expression turned swiftly to concern. "You should see the doctor."
He gave her another look. "And be prescribed rat tails and lizard spleens? No thanks. I'm just getting old, sweetie. Can't turn back time. It's fine."
"He's a good doctor! Educated in the city and came back here to help the people he grew up with. He won't give you rat tails and lizard spleens. He does that to the superstitious old ladies but he also slips prescription meds to their children to slip into their food."
Chad sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to let this go until he gave in. "Ok, if it'll make you feel better I'll go."
"Thank you."
Just then, Dulce approached the bar, glaring at Chad. She'd come on to him once and been soundly rebuffed; she'd been bearing a grudge since. "Dreenk," she snapped, holding her glass out to him.
He took it, making an expression of distaste. "What kind?"
Sighing and looking very put out, Dulce said something to Mary Anne that made her face turn ten shades of red. Chad didn't even want to know.
"Um, what you've been serving her all night," Mary Anne said, obviously giving him the edited version.
Chad poured it and then gestured for the payment which she slapped down onto the bar with a grunt and then snatched the drink out of his hand, going back to the group of men she'd been entertaining.
"Should I wear gloves if I'm gonna handle her money?" Chad asked, rolling his eyes.
Mary Anne giggled into her hand. "Wouldn't be a bad idea. I wouldn't want you to get something and pass it on to me, too."
"That's so disgusting..." He shook his head, gingerly putting Dulce's money in the register. "So, was your whole day bad, or just that one part?"
"Just that one part." She finished off the rest of her drink and added, "The best part was when my handsome husband came to visit me."
"Oh yeah? What he'd do?"
"Mmm. Kissed me."
"He must sweep you off your feet daily."
"He does." She folded her arms on the bar and rested her head on them, still looking up at him with that beautiful smile on her face. "Got me so in love with him I hardly know what to do with myself."
Chad leaned across the bar. "He's one lucky man, to have met you, and have you run away with him."
"I couldn't leave him." She lifted her head, looking serious. "He needed me."
"He did, and he does." Chad put his hand over hers. "And he can't believe that after all this time, you don't care what he did."
She shook her head. "I don't. He's my baby."
"He loves you," Chad said with a small smile.
"I love him, too."
Grinning, Chad leaned in for a kiss which she warmly returned until catcalls and cheers from across the bar made her break away, blushing but smiling.
Chad laughed and took a bow. "Gracias!" He looked at the clock again and said to Mary Anne, "Two minutes. I'm just gonna clean up and Diego will take over."
"Okay, baby." She sat and waited patiently, swinging her legs as he wiped the bar down a final time and threw out some bottles. He was still fussing with the bottles when Diego shooed him out from behind the bar.
"Gracias, amigo," Chad called over his shoulder as he circled around the bar again and took Mary Anne's hand. "Ready?"
"Buenos noches, Diego," Mary Anne called to the bartender and then turned her attention to Chad. "Let's go home, Danny. You owe me a backrub."
"I sure do. Let's go to, um... nuestro casa?"
"Good enough," she said, grinning cheekily as they left the bar hand in hand.
THE END
< Day Seven :
Title: Epilogue
Authors:
toxic_corn and nutmeg610Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chad/Mary Anne
Disclaimer: The characters belong to ABC, Ann M. Martin, and Scholastic Books. We own nothing and no copyright infringement is intended.
Spoilers: For the entire damn season of Daybreak, specifically the final episode.
Summary: Following the events of Daybreak, Chad's working at a resort in Mexico where he meets a certain someone.
Notes: Spring break story! Our attempt at a (slightly) canon fic, so if you haven't finished watching Daybreak... well, it might be safe to read this since nothing specific is stated about the events in the finale until later in the story so you have time to catch up. But if you're really spoilerphobic, keep away. As always, here there be crack.
Catch up on earlier chapters at the organizational post.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Chad was wiping down the bar when a soft voice said, "Hola, sexy man."
Looking up, he grinned at the woman sitting directly in front of him. "What'll it be, chica pequeno?"
Mary Anne pouted. "I'm not a little girl; I'm your wife." But she dropped the pout and sighed, slouching over the bar. "Tequila, por favor."
"Rough day, mi chica dulce?" he asked, getting her drink. He considered his meager Spanish skills. "Is that better? Sweet girl. Hey, wait... corazon dulce... Sweetheart!"
She laughed but then resumed her pout, holding her arms out for a hug. "Si. Necissito un abrazo."
He didn't need any prompting and lifted the bar door up, coming around to pull her down from her stool and wrap her up in a big bear hug. "What happened?"
"One of the boys is having trouble with multiplication and the other kids started teasing him. I split it up but he was upset and took his anger out on me."
Gently, he lifted her chin up to look into her sad face. "Did he say something mean? Am I going to have to threaten an eleven year old?"
"It was pretty mean. But he was upset; he didn't mean it."
Chad sighed and started massaging her back, wishing he could take all of her problems away. "Well as soon as I'm done here, we'll go home and I'll give you a niiiiice loooong back massage, ok?"
"Mmmm. That sounds great." She nuzzled his neck. "Best husband ever."
"Best wife ever," he countered, hugging her.
"I'd better be," she teased and pulled away to hop back up on her stool to drink her much needed drink.
Seeking to cheer her up, Chad went back behind the bar and asked, "Wanna hear the latest village gossip?"
"Dish, dish!" Mary Anne slapped the bar top, punctuating each syllable.
Chad leaned closer and lowered his voice; there were some people in the village who knew a good amount of English to piece together what he was saying. "Juan's planning on cheating on his wife."
"No!" Mary Anne exclaimed, looking horrified. "Poor Adelina! With who?"
"Dulce." Chad named the most immoral woman in the village, making a face.
Mary Anne made a face too. "Ewwww. She has pubic lice. Tell him to be careful."
Nearly swallowing his tongue, Chad sputtered, "Mar-- Tess! That's so wrong!"
"I'm not just saying that! She really does!"
"Who told you that?"
"She did. When she was picking up one of her kids from school." She mimed scratching her crotch and said in a high-pitched voice, " Ay, Senora Mitchell! Mi-"
Chad waved his hands, halting her impersonation. "Ok, ok, I get it. Ew. Ew, ew, ew. That is so disgusting."
"Oh, I know. I didn't even know what to say. I think I just said, Que lastima and left it at that." She shuddered at the memory.
"What's that mean?"
"What a pity."
"Oh. Well you got that right." He nodded and looked at the clock, sighing. "Ten minutes 'til freedom."
Mary Anne looked at him thoughtfully. "If you don't like your job, maybe we should go somewhere else and see what you can find."
He frowned, not wanting to move her around again. That hadn't gone so well last time; they'd been lucky to find this village. "It's fine, Sweetheart. You love working with these kids."
"But I want you to be happy, too." She reached out for his hand and squeezed it.
Chad raised her hand up to his lips and softly kissed it. "I shouldn't complain. This is better than doing manual labor."
"Hey, doing manual labor is how you met me. That's not so bad," she said with a wink.
He laughed. "Yeah, that's true, but I'm getting too old for that sort of thing."
Mary Anne leaned across the bar and kissed his forehead. "You're only as old as you feel."
"Some days I feel 25, other days it's 65."
"You're only 46, sweetie."
"But that's not how I feel, " he said, giving her a look.
"Well, yes, but... 65?"
"In my knees."
Her curious expression turned swiftly to concern. "You should see the doctor."
He gave her another look. "And be prescribed rat tails and lizard spleens? No thanks. I'm just getting old, sweetie. Can't turn back time. It's fine."
"He's a good doctor! Educated in the city and came back here to help the people he grew up with. He won't give you rat tails and lizard spleens. He does that to the superstitious old ladies but he also slips prescription meds to their children to slip into their food."
Chad sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to let this go until he gave in. "Ok, if it'll make you feel better I'll go."
"Thank you."
Just then, Dulce approached the bar, glaring at Chad. She'd come on to him once and been soundly rebuffed; she'd been bearing a grudge since. "Dreenk," she snapped, holding her glass out to him.
He took it, making an expression of distaste. "What kind?"
Sighing and looking very put out, Dulce said something to Mary Anne that made her face turn ten shades of red. Chad didn't even want to know.
"Um, what you've been serving her all night," Mary Anne said, obviously giving him the edited version.
Chad poured it and then gestured for the payment which she slapped down onto the bar with a grunt and then snatched the drink out of his hand, going back to the group of men she'd been entertaining.
"Should I wear gloves if I'm gonna handle her money?" Chad asked, rolling his eyes.
Mary Anne giggled into her hand. "Wouldn't be a bad idea. I wouldn't want you to get something and pass it on to me, too."
"That's so disgusting..." He shook his head, gingerly putting Dulce's money in the register. "So, was your whole day bad, or just that one part?"
"Just that one part." She finished off the rest of her drink and added, "The best part was when my handsome husband came to visit me."
"Oh yeah? What he'd do?"
"Mmm. Kissed me."
"He must sweep you off your feet daily."
"He does." She folded her arms on the bar and rested her head on them, still looking up at him with that beautiful smile on her face. "Got me so in love with him I hardly know what to do with myself."
Chad leaned across the bar. "He's one lucky man, to have met you, and have you run away with him."
"I couldn't leave him." She lifted her head, looking serious. "He needed me."
"He did, and he does." Chad put his hand over hers. "And he can't believe that after all this time, you don't care what he did."
She shook her head. "I don't. He's my baby."
"He loves you," Chad said with a small smile.
"I love him, too."
Grinning, Chad leaned in for a kiss which she warmly returned until catcalls and cheers from across the bar made her break away, blushing but smiling.
Chad laughed and took a bow. "Gracias!" He looked at the clock again and said to Mary Anne, "Two minutes. I'm just gonna clean up and Diego will take over."
"Okay, baby." She sat and waited patiently, swinging her legs as he wiped the bar down a final time and threw out some bottles. He was still fussing with the bottles when Diego shooed him out from behind the bar.
"Gracias, amigo," Chad called over his shoulder as he circled around the bar again and took Mary Anne's hand. "Ready?"
"Buenos noches, Diego," Mary Anne called to the bartender and then turned her attention to Chad. "Let's go home, Danny. You owe me a backrub."
"I sure do. Let's go to, um... nuestro casa?"
"Good enough," she said, grinning cheekily as they left the bar hand in hand.
< Day Seven :
