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    A Night in the D — Chapter 11

    Story written on December 15, 2005 by luvrgirl.
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    Little girl lost.

    At 5 a.m., unable to bear another sleepless minute, Bette rose to a sitting position and groaned at the ache of it. Her whole body felt heavy, her limbs leaden, which she knew was only partially due to her lack of sleep. The sky was pink, and bright, lighting up her hotel room, as if even the elements conspired to distract her from rest.

     

    Rest, which she’d been trying to gain for hours. The thought that Tina didn’t even have the option was more than troubling to her; it was heartbreaking, And it reminded her that, even while upright, she continued to have the same stupid, clichd thought that had kept her prone, and awake, all night long: my heart is breaking.

                                                                                                             

    Was it?

     

    She was rapidly reaching the conclusion that she’d stumbled in the snow in her heels and fallen into being a major drama queen. The feeling was unfamiliar. Even the phone call to Alice yesterday, checking herself against the younger woman’s expectations, had felt strange to Bette. Why would she care? Why had she?

     

    As the thought floated in Bette’s head, she slipped out from under the covers and shivered as her bare feet touched the floor. ***** cold, she cursed silently. So ***** cold. Bette was an L.A. girl now, and the freezing temperatures set her off. Made her angry. Reminded her of her home in Philly, the home that was no more. She liked that L.A. never reminded her of home, never once. The air, the palm trees, the ocean. The sun so ever-present that it was like another person in the room. All was unfamiliar and she liked that feeling, that confirmed rootlessness. It told her of herself.

     

    Unlike other thoughts, which floated, this one sat down. Bette looked towards the window suddenly, stunned in the half-light. If in fact numbness itself is a feeling, and not merely the lack of one, then something was happening to Bette. She could feel it. She could feel that something deeply unfamiliar was present in the room, while something so familiar she wanted to reach and touch it was sitting nearby.

     

    The next thought was rote. Get up, pack, leave. Bid a heartfelt goodbye to the girl at the desk, who looks god knows how exhausted at this point. Write in your journal on the plane, note every detail that unnerved you in all the moments preceding your departure, and when you touch down in LA, in that particular brightness, all of Detroit will be a memory. Alice will tease you about the blonde at the desk, you will laugh it off even as it chafes your heart, and in the end you will still be the person you know and understand, who would carelessly come and go from a snowy Midwestern city, with mild disdain for all you left behind, without this tearing, splitting feeling that all you seem to care about is in fact a mask, covering your real countenance.

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    12. Have just started reading this story and now have to go catch up with earlier chapters! Love your writing – thought your final para was poetical- can almost smell the snow.

    13. Tks for the update…Now…let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Just to mention a line from the song…a happy song and let’s get them happy together…maybe blizzard would be better and everyone stuck in the hotel…after Tina’s replacement came of course!!! Post soon pls

    15. I am so grateful that you are directing your enormous writing talents to this fan fiction. We all – every single reader here – must have collectively done a lot of good to see writing and storytelling of this caliber in the context of our beloved tv characters. Many thanks. Take us where you will, how you will. We may be heartbroken but we won’t be disappointed by any story that you choose to tell.

    18. Snowwwww!! Yeeeahhhhh! No flights are coming or going, right? Delayed and deliriously happy to be stuck in the D with T! =) Great writing. I am simply ravenous for more! Post soon, please. Thanks for writing for our enjoyment!

    20. Dang. This is the first time in awhile I’ve wished for snow. As a kid I loved it because DUHHHHHHHH big snow = no school. But as an adult it means sweeping and shoveling porches and driveways and sliding on ice on the road. But this is fanfiction world so bring it on! Maybe they can go outside and build a snowman named, oh gee I don’t know, Parson Brown? ;)

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