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toxic_cornSeries: Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne
Title: Interlude 2
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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. :)
Here's another little moment that isn't really necessary to the over-arcing story but we just couldn't resist playing with the idea of a sick!Mary Anne and nursemaid!Chad.
Earlier chapters can be found at the organizational post
Interlude 2
When Chad got off work, he thought it would be a good idea to stop by Mary Anne’s and surprise her. They’d been playing phone tag the last few days and he was “it.”
Dawn answered the door when he knocked. “Oh, it’s you.”
He raised his eyebrow at that greeting. “Expecting someone else?”
“No. Well, yeah. Mary Anne’s sick and the nurse who lives next door said she’d be by at some point to check in on her.”
“Sick?” A surge of protectiveness propelled him forward into the apartment, forcing Dawn to step aside. “Is it serious?”
“It’s just this nasty bug that’s been floating around the daycare the past week or so.”
“Oh. Can I go in and see her?”
“Sure. She could probably use a visitor.” Dawn curled up on the couch and picked up the DVD remote, ready to continue her movie.
Chad knocked lightly on Mary Anne’s door then opened it, slowly.
She was spread out on her back amongst a sea of wadded up tissues. Her head turned towards the door and seeing who it was, she made a soft whining noise and pulled the blankets over her head.
“I’b all ugly ad yucky. Go ‘way.”
“Awww, c’mon.” He started to tug the covers back. “I’m sure you’re not that-” The covers slipped off of her. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”
She glared at him through red-rimmed eyes and strings of greasy dark hair. “See?! Ad thags for that reactiod, it really boosted by self esteeb.” She snatched the covers out of his hands and pulled them back up over her head, laying down and turning her back to him.
“C’moooon, you know I was kidding. Do you need anything? More Kleenex? Or I could go get you some soup.”
“… Soup?” she asked, hopefully.
“Yeah, I could go get you some. What do you want: Campbell’s, Progresso, store brand?”
“Progresso. But dod’t let Dawd see it because she’s a vegetariad ad will get all bad at be.”
Chad smiled in amusement at her stuffed up speech. “Well, I’ll just tell her that chicken soup is good for the soul.”
“She hates those books, good luck.” Her hand shot out from under the blankets, blindly searching for the tissue box. He placed it close to her and she grabbed one; from under the covers came an unbelievably loud honking noise.
“Okay. I’d kiss your forehead but I don’t know what tiny microscopic viruses and bacteria are living on it right now.”
Mary Anne shot up in bed. “Ugh, just leave!” She hurled her used tissue at him, making him leap back in panic.
“Ugh! That’s gross, Mary Anne! Just for that, I’m getting you Campbell’s, the kind with the crappy little noodles and leftover chicken bits.”
“Fide,” she snapped. “I wod’t eat it. Ad I’ll dever have sex with you agaid.”
“That, my dear, is an empty threat. Because I know there’s no way you can resist all this,” he gestured to himself, “for long.” He grinned and strolled out the door but stuck his head back in. “But Progresso it is. What my lady wants, my lady gets.”
Once she heard the front door shut, Mary Anne stumbled out of bed and locked her door in a fit of pique. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. She knew she looked awful, did he have to rub it in?!
Meanwhile, Chad whistled down the soup aisle and picked out two of the biggest cans of chicken soup he could find, and after some consideration, he picked her up a chocolate bar, too. Dawn let him back in and made a face at the cans of soup, but didn’t say anything. He decided to check in on Mary Anne first and went to her door, where the knob refused to turn.
Locked out.
Rolling his eyes, he knocked on the door. “Mary Anne, I’m back.” He paused and was met with silence. “I got you soup, Progresso soup.” More silence. “If you don’t open the door, how can I give you your chocolate bar?”
“Choglid?”
“Uh, yeah. I didn’t know if you liked Hershey’s or Dove so I guessed Hershey’s… Is it worthy of a door opening?” he asked, hopefully.
There was the rustling of bedsheets and a thud from the room as Mary Anne got out of bed and staggered to the door. She opened it wrapped up in her blanket, all big eyes. “Thag you, Chad. I’d kiss you but I have gerbs.”
He chuckled. “I know. You can really thank me in a few days when the worst is over.” Just in case she didn’t catch his meaning, he winked. “So, I think I’ll start your soup and let’s pray I don’t burn your kitchen down in the process.”
“Okay. I… I feel dizzy, I hafta go lie down agaid.”
“Alright.” He followed her and tucked her in, pulling the blankets up to her chin. She looked so adorable and sad that he wiped his hand across her forehead. “Ah, the hell with germs.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest and I’ll bring the soup in when it’s ready. Or carry you over my shoulder outside if I set the apartment on fire. Whichever.”
She looked up at him adoringly. “I like it whed you’re sweet to be.”
“Gotta be sweet to someone when I spend all day being intimidating and superior.” He winked. “Though I am superior to my co-workers, you know.”
Mary Anne sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard all aboud id.” But she smiled at him and snuggled down under her covers.
“Be back soon,” Chad said and left to make her soup.
While Chad puttered around the kitchen getting the soup ready, Mary Anne fell asleep. He didn’t realize this until after he’d carried the steaming bowl in and announced proudly, “Hey, I got your soup ready and the kitchen’s still standing!”
She jerked awake. “I’ll be ub id five bidutes, Dad!” She saw Chad. “Oh. Dow I feel sick ad stupid.”
Amused, he helped her sit up and set the tray across her lap. “I’m really not a fan of ‘Dad’ as a pet name, sweetheart.”
“I don’t have a pet dabe for you, do I?” She asked, frowning thoughtfully. “I just call you Chad. Does that bother you?”
“No, why should it? It’s my name. I’d hate you to have one of those pet names for me like the ones the Valley girls squeal into their cellphones at their boyfriends.”
“Like sugar doodle?” She started to giggle, picking up the spoon.
“Ugh. Please no. Careful, it’s still really hot.”
“Okay.” She blew on her spoonful of soup. “I’d call you sweetheart but that’s your dabe for be.”
He smiled charmingly. “You don’t have to call me anything but Chad, if you want. A pet name should come out naturally at the right moment, like when I call you sweetheart.”
She looked away from him, shyly. “There is ode that cobes to bind whed I thig of you but… you would’t like id. It’s stupid and cliché.”
“Aww, well now I gotta hear it, stupid and cliché it might be.” He gave her a winning smile to encourage her.
A blush colored her skin pink as she whispered, “Baby.”
Chad had to bite his lip to keep from grinning. “See, now I’ll admit it’s cliché, but there’s nothing wrong with it. It sounds like something you’d slip out naturally.” His smile faded. “Just not in public because I’d never live it down.”
“I told you it was stupid.” She let her hair fall in her face as she stirred her soup.
“Not stupid,” he insisted. “Just cliché. It’s a nice name for me, really. I mean it.”
“Don’d worry, I won’d use it.” She ate her spoonful of soup. “I’ll waid for sobethig bore appropriate for you.”
He paused. Now that she’d put the idea into his head, he liked the idea of her calling him baby. “I really don’t have a problem with it… but if you’d rather wait then okay.”
She smiled at him brightly. “You’re so reasodable. I’d get frustrated with be if I were you.”
“Why’s that, now?”
“I duddo. Everybody gets frustrated with be.” She suddenly looked sad. “Like poor Dawd. I could tell you a billiod stories, but I’ll spare you.”
“Well, I’m not frustrated with you, and I’ll bet Dawn isn’t, either.” He brushed her tangled, greasy hair back from her face. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up so much.”
She sighed softly at his gentle touch. “I wish I was’d sick right dow.”
“Right now? When is a good time to get sick?” he joked.
“It’s just that I wadt to have sex with you right dow.” She pouted.
Chad heaved a suffering sigh. “Sex would be fun.”
“I’b gettig dizzy agaid.” She lay back down, looking a little green. “I hope I dod’t puke.”
Making a face, he hid it from her as he set the tray on the floor. “So do I. Need a… wet washcloth or something, for your forehead?”
She sniffled. “Yeah.”
“Warm water or cold?”
“Cold. I’b too hot.” As if to illustrate this, she kicked the blankets off of her.
Beyond in love with her adorableness, Chad went and wet the washcloth and brought it back. “Here you go, sweetie. Nice and cold.” He placed it on her forehead.
“Mmmm.” She moaned and grabbed his hand before he could pull away, resting it on her neck. “You feel dice, too.”
He laughed. “Good to know.”
She sighed, dreamily. “You have such big hads…”
“The better to touch you with, my dear,” he said with a wicked wink.
Mary Anne let out a frustrated little whimper. “Id’s not fair for you to be all sexy whed I’b sick.”
He pouted back at her. “And it’s not fair for you to be so adorable when you’re sick and I can’t kiss you.”
“You could if you wered’t such a wuss,” she said darkly.
“I’m not a wuss, I don’t want to infect the whole LA police force.”
“Oh yeah, you really care if ady of theb catch a little cold.” She started giggling at the thought of Chad suddenly becoming a humanitarian.
“Hey now, think about it. If the entire police force is home with a cold, the city will be defenseless. Riots will break out, murders and gang violence will increase, and it’ll all be due to your germs. Now do you really want to be the cause of all that?” He tried to look serious but was failing to hide his smile.
“That’s a real likely scedario, Chad.”
“It could happen.”
“If we lived in a show on the Sci-Fi chaddel.” She started giggling. “You’re such a dork.”
He smiled. “The Killer Cold, playing all month on Sci-Fi.” He stroked her hair softly. “You wanna get some more sleep, and have this dork finally leave you alone?”
“Yeah, I’b tired.” Her eyes fluttered shut. “Thag you for cobing over to check on be, baby.”
Cliché that it was, the endearment went right to his heart. “No place I’d rather be, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead and got up to go.
Before dropping off, she whispered in a sleepy, sad little voice, “I wish you could stay…”
Chad smiled and shook his head, taking the tray back to the kitchen. After a moment of consideration, he went back to her room, kicked off his shoes, and slid under the covers next to her.
“Fine,” he whispered, “but I expect the same excellent care when I get sick.”
Some part of her in dreamland must’ve heard him because she smiled.
< Chapter Eight : Chapter Nine >
Title: Interlude 2
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. :)
Here's another little moment that isn't really necessary to the over-arcing story but we just couldn't resist playing with the idea of a sick!Mary Anne and nursemaid!Chad.
Earlier chapters can be found at the organizational post
When Chad got off work, he thought it would be a good idea to stop by Mary Anne’s and surprise her. They’d been playing phone tag the last few days and he was “it.”
Dawn answered the door when he knocked. “Oh, it’s you.”
He raised his eyebrow at that greeting. “Expecting someone else?”
“No. Well, yeah. Mary Anne’s sick and the nurse who lives next door said she’d be by at some point to check in on her.”
“Sick?” A surge of protectiveness propelled him forward into the apartment, forcing Dawn to step aside. “Is it serious?”
“It’s just this nasty bug that’s been floating around the daycare the past week or so.”
“Oh. Can I go in and see her?”
“Sure. She could probably use a visitor.” Dawn curled up on the couch and picked up the DVD remote, ready to continue her movie.
Chad knocked lightly on Mary Anne’s door then opened it, slowly.
She was spread out on her back amongst a sea of wadded up tissues. Her head turned towards the door and seeing who it was, she made a soft whining noise and pulled the blankets over her head.
“I’b all ugly ad yucky. Go ‘way.”
“Awww, c’mon.” He started to tug the covers back. “I’m sure you’re not that-” The covers slipped off of her. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”
She glared at him through red-rimmed eyes and strings of greasy dark hair. “See?! Ad thags for that reactiod, it really boosted by self esteeb.” She snatched the covers out of his hands and pulled them back up over her head, laying down and turning her back to him.
“C’moooon, you know I was kidding. Do you need anything? More Kleenex? Or I could go get you some soup.”
“… Soup?” she asked, hopefully.
“Yeah, I could go get you some. What do you want: Campbell’s, Progresso, store brand?”
“Progresso. But dod’t let Dawd see it because she’s a vegetariad ad will get all bad at be.”
Chad smiled in amusement at her stuffed up speech. “Well, I’ll just tell her that chicken soup is good for the soul.”
“She hates those books, good luck.” Her hand shot out from under the blankets, blindly searching for the tissue box. He placed it close to her and she grabbed one; from under the covers came an unbelievably loud honking noise.
“Okay. I’d kiss your forehead but I don’t know what tiny microscopic viruses and bacteria are living on it right now.”
Mary Anne shot up in bed. “Ugh, just leave!” She hurled her used tissue at him, making him leap back in panic.
“Ugh! That’s gross, Mary Anne! Just for that, I’m getting you Campbell’s, the kind with the crappy little noodles and leftover chicken bits.”
“Fide,” she snapped. “I wod’t eat it. Ad I’ll dever have sex with you agaid.”
“That, my dear, is an empty threat. Because I know there’s no way you can resist all this,” he gestured to himself, “for long.” He grinned and strolled out the door but stuck his head back in. “But Progresso it is. What my lady wants, my lady gets.”
Once she heard the front door shut, Mary Anne stumbled out of bed and locked her door in a fit of pique. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. She knew she looked awful, did he have to rub it in?!
Meanwhile, Chad whistled down the soup aisle and picked out two of the biggest cans of chicken soup he could find, and after some consideration, he picked her up a chocolate bar, too. Dawn let him back in and made a face at the cans of soup, but didn’t say anything. He decided to check in on Mary Anne first and went to her door, where the knob refused to turn.
Locked out.
Rolling his eyes, he knocked on the door. “Mary Anne, I’m back.” He paused and was met with silence. “I got you soup, Progresso soup.” More silence. “If you don’t open the door, how can I give you your chocolate bar?”
“Choglid?”
“Uh, yeah. I didn’t know if you liked Hershey’s or Dove so I guessed Hershey’s… Is it worthy of a door opening?” he asked, hopefully.
There was the rustling of bedsheets and a thud from the room as Mary Anne got out of bed and staggered to the door. She opened it wrapped up in her blanket, all big eyes. “Thag you, Chad. I’d kiss you but I have gerbs.”
He chuckled. “I know. You can really thank me in a few days when the worst is over.” Just in case she didn’t catch his meaning, he winked. “So, I think I’ll start your soup and let’s pray I don’t burn your kitchen down in the process.”
“Okay. I… I feel dizzy, I hafta go lie down agaid.”
“Alright.” He followed her and tucked her in, pulling the blankets up to her chin. She looked so adorable and sad that he wiped his hand across her forehead. “Ah, the hell with germs.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest and I’ll bring the soup in when it’s ready. Or carry you over my shoulder outside if I set the apartment on fire. Whichever.”
She looked up at him adoringly. “I like it whed you’re sweet to be.”
“Gotta be sweet to someone when I spend all day being intimidating and superior.” He winked. “Though I am superior to my co-workers, you know.”
Mary Anne sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard all aboud id.” But she smiled at him and snuggled down under her covers.
“Be back soon,” Chad said and left to make her soup.
While Chad puttered around the kitchen getting the soup ready, Mary Anne fell asleep. He didn’t realize this until after he’d carried the steaming bowl in and announced proudly, “Hey, I got your soup ready and the kitchen’s still standing!”
She jerked awake. “I’ll be ub id five bidutes, Dad!” She saw Chad. “Oh. Dow I feel sick ad stupid.”
Amused, he helped her sit up and set the tray across her lap. “I’m really not a fan of ‘Dad’ as a pet name, sweetheart.”
“I don’t have a pet dabe for you, do I?” She asked, frowning thoughtfully. “I just call you Chad. Does that bother you?”
“No, why should it? It’s my name. I’d hate you to have one of those pet names for me like the ones the Valley girls squeal into their cellphones at their boyfriends.”
“Like sugar doodle?” She started to giggle, picking up the spoon.
“Ugh. Please no. Careful, it’s still really hot.”
“Okay.” She blew on her spoonful of soup. “I’d call you sweetheart but that’s your dabe for be.”
He smiled charmingly. “You don’t have to call me anything but Chad, if you want. A pet name should come out naturally at the right moment, like when I call you sweetheart.”
She looked away from him, shyly. “There is ode that cobes to bind whed I thig of you but… you would’t like id. It’s stupid and cliché.”
“Aww, well now I gotta hear it, stupid and cliché it might be.” He gave her a winning smile to encourage her.
A blush colored her skin pink as she whispered, “Baby.”
Chad had to bite his lip to keep from grinning. “See, now I’ll admit it’s cliché, but there’s nothing wrong with it. It sounds like something you’d slip out naturally.” His smile faded. “Just not in public because I’d never live it down.”
“I told you it was stupid.” She let her hair fall in her face as she stirred her soup.
“Not stupid,” he insisted. “Just cliché. It’s a nice name for me, really. I mean it.”
“Don’d worry, I won’d use it.” She ate her spoonful of soup. “I’ll waid for sobethig bore appropriate for you.”
He paused. Now that she’d put the idea into his head, he liked the idea of her calling him baby. “I really don’t have a problem with it… but if you’d rather wait then okay.”
She smiled at him brightly. “You’re so reasodable. I’d get frustrated with be if I were you.”
“Why’s that, now?”
“I duddo. Everybody gets frustrated with be.” She suddenly looked sad. “Like poor Dawd. I could tell you a billiod stories, but I’ll spare you.”
“Well, I’m not frustrated with you, and I’ll bet Dawn isn’t, either.” He brushed her tangled, greasy hair back from her face. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up so much.”
She sighed softly at his gentle touch. “I wish I was’d sick right dow.”
“Right now? When is a good time to get sick?” he joked.
“It’s just that I wadt to have sex with you right dow.” She pouted.
Chad heaved a suffering sigh. “Sex would be fun.”
“I’b gettig dizzy agaid.” She lay back down, looking a little green. “I hope I dod’t puke.”
Making a face, he hid it from her as he set the tray on the floor. “So do I. Need a… wet washcloth or something, for your forehead?”
She sniffled. “Yeah.”
“Warm water or cold?”
“Cold. I’b too hot.” As if to illustrate this, she kicked the blankets off of her.
Beyond in love with her adorableness, Chad went and wet the washcloth and brought it back. “Here you go, sweetie. Nice and cold.” He placed it on her forehead.
“Mmmm.” She moaned and grabbed his hand before he could pull away, resting it on her neck. “You feel dice, too.”
He laughed. “Good to know.”
She sighed, dreamily. “You have such big hads…”
“The better to touch you with, my dear,” he said with a wicked wink.
Mary Anne let out a frustrated little whimper. “Id’s not fair for you to be all sexy whed I’b sick.”
He pouted back at her. “And it’s not fair for you to be so adorable when you’re sick and I can’t kiss you.”
“You could if you wered’t such a wuss,” she said darkly.
“I’m not a wuss, I don’t want to infect the whole LA police force.”
“Oh yeah, you really care if ady of theb catch a little cold.” She started giggling at the thought of Chad suddenly becoming a humanitarian.
“Hey now, think about it. If the entire police force is home with a cold, the city will be defenseless. Riots will break out, murders and gang violence will increase, and it’ll all be due to your germs. Now do you really want to be the cause of all that?” He tried to look serious but was failing to hide his smile.
“That’s a real likely scedario, Chad.”
“It could happen.”
“If we lived in a show on the Sci-Fi chaddel.” She started giggling. “You’re such a dork.”
He smiled. “The Killer Cold, playing all month on Sci-Fi.” He stroked her hair softly. “You wanna get some more sleep, and have this dork finally leave you alone?”
“Yeah, I’b tired.” Her eyes fluttered shut. “Thag you for cobing over to check on be, baby.”
Cliché that it was, the endearment went right to his heart. “No place I’d rather be, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead and got up to go.
Before dropping off, she whispered in a sleepy, sad little voice, “I wish you could stay…”
Chad smiled and shook his head, taking the tray back to the kitchen. After a moment of consideration, he went back to her room, kicked off his shoes, and slid under the covers next to her.
“Fine,” he whispered, “but I expect the same excellent care when I get sick.”
Some part of her in dreamland must’ve heard him because she smiled.
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