Hello! So, this is my new fic that I'm extremely nervous about. I'm hoping you'll enjoy it, if you don't please…don't flame it. Just click that wonderful back button and make fun of me in your head. Here it goes.
KUDOS TO CARMEN WHO WROTE THE SUMMARY. I suck at summaries. xo.
Katie took one last glance at the sunset slowly going down into the Tuscan valley. She sighed and looked at her over packed small linen suitcase. It was over flowing with books, scrolls, artefacts she had found and clothing. She walked over and attempted to organize things but when it came down to it; Katie was an unorganized, big mouthed scatterbrain with a mind of her own. That came mostly from her mother's side. Sadly, her mother had died giving birth to Katie. It took a while for her father to grow close to Katie and now, it just seemed the he was a tad to over protective of her. You see, Katie was a researcher, or as she preferred, an explorer.
A sharp pain went through Katie's arm and she hissed. Looking down, she saw that she had cut her arm on a jagged rock. Cursing, she walked over to a basin of water and cleaned her arm up. She looked in the mirror and sighed. She had always hated her curly red locks and don't get her started on the few, not even noticeable, freckles that adorned her nose. Her pale face gave her lips a slightly darker, fuller look. The only thing she loved about herself was her eyes. They were just like her sisters; emerald green. She threw the cloth back into the blood stained water and went back to fixing her bag. She crammed her books into one corner, and stuffed her clothes into another. Smiling, she closed her bag in satisfaction.
"Scusi?" Startled, she knocked over some artefacts as she swung around to see who it was. "Sorry madame." Said Massimo, the head butler of the villa, in his deep Italian accent. "The carriage is here."
"It's alright." She frowned and began picking up the artefacts. "If it weren't for me knocking them over, I would have forgotten them." She dropped them on the table and sighed tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Now where to put these…" Massimo chuckled and walked over to her.
dear child, let me…how you say, fix this mess for you." Katie
giggled and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and began organizing
her suitcase. She watched him for a few seconds and then left the
room. She made her way down the stairs taking her time to look
at the pictures on the wall. Most of them were of the Vatican, or the
Coliseum. Finally making it to the bottom of the stairs, she saw her
coachman waiting for her. In one hand, he held her coat and hat; in
the other he held an umbrella. She looked out at the rain then a look
of pure joy fell upon her face. If there was something Katie loved
more then life itself it was the rain. The tiny raindrops falling
upon the window pane was a sound of relaxation and pure ecstasy in
her opinion. Gianni, her coachman, held out her coat and she slowly
sunk her hands into each arm. Pushing in her black skirt, she quickly
did up her coat. He plopped the hat on her head and held the umbrella
above there heads. Massimo came running down the stairs with her
suitcase in hand and he ran to open the door. Another man opened the
door to her carriage and stairs fell out of the side. She quickly
climbed up them and sat on the comfy seats. Taking one last look at
the villa, she grabbed her suitcase, thanked Massimo and the door was
slammed. Gianni snapped the reins and they were off to the docks.
Katie leaned her head upon the window pane and soon the sound of the
rain lulled her to sleep.
White Chapel, England.
Sergeant Godley hobbled his way down the hallway angrily mumbling a few curse words each time he looked down at the letter in his hand. They were unmarked but he knew who they were from and knew exactly who they were for without even looking at the address it was assigned too. He pushed his way past a few constables and walked straight into Inspector Fred Abberline's office. Fred looked up but did not acknowledge his presence. He merely nodded and looked back at his book. Godley threw the letters at him and Fred jumped back. He picked them up and rubbed his forehead.
"Another?" He asked pondering whether to open it or not. Godley nodded sitting down in the nearest chair. He watched Abberline stare at it and the anticipation annoyed him.
"Open it fer fuck sakes." He roared. The chatter outside grew quiet and everyone looked in the room. "Close tha' bloody door!" Withers quickly grabbed the handle and slammed it shut. He turned back to Fred and noticed he was already reading the letter.
My Dearest Fred,
I know you are thinking about this and in my heart, I am hoping you will make the right decision and come. Alice and I are looking forward to seeing you. I know we can be happy together. Just the three of us, living peacefully by the sea. You can start a new life here, one without worry, without havoc. We can be a family…" Fred paused there. Family. That's all he had ever really wanted and that was something he had almost gotten. He continued reading. A happy family. I will count the days until I see you again.
All my love, Mary Kelly.
Fred read over the letter a few more times taking in everything she had said. Truth be told, after his wife died, he hadn't felt that way about anyone. Mary Kelly was an extraordinary women but he knew he couldn't be with her. He couldn't be with anyone. Mary Kelly had left for two reasons. To flee from the Ripper's eye, and to get away from all the pressure here in White Chapel. As much as Fred wanted to be with her, he wasn't willing to give up his life here in England for her. Sure he loved her, but there wasn't that special spark there. He crumpled up the letter and threw it into the garbage next to him. Godley sighed.
"I've told you…you can go to 'er now!" He muttered angrily. "They've stopped watchin' ya!" Fred ignored him and looked out the window. He put his hand on the glass and looked at the people in the streets.
"I don't want to go to her." He said quietly. He turned around and looked at Godley. "That feeling is long gone. I'm used to being alone…it works for me." Godley rolled his eyes and snorted.
"Tha' is tha worse lie you've ever told me." Fred sat back down and stared at the garbage can.
"If I were in love with her I'd be gone by now." He whispered angrily. He did not like it when people called him a liar…unless he was in fact lying. He sat back in his chair and Godley sat there staring at him.
"I'm sorry." He stated. Fred waved his hand signalling him to leave. Godley sighed and left the room without a fuss. Fred sat there thinking to himself. Maybe Godley was right maybe he was lying to someone…himself. He shook his head and dismissed those thoughts immediately. Victoria was his one true love. There was no other and he swore to stay faithful to her. She was an angel. Dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She was oh so fragile and had this glow that made everyone happy. She was so patient and loving…and she was gone. Just like that. He remembered the day so clearly but he wished he didn't. She was giving birth to his child. Everything was going fine until she began screaming in pain. The baby was almost out and that was when his worst nightmare happened. She had died. It was so fast that he didn't even know what was happening. The nurse had pushed him out and made him wait. It was his hour of hell. The doctor came out and looked him in the eye. He didn't have to speak, Fred knew. They had died. Both of them, his wife and what he was told was a son. He didn't see or talk to anyone for months…that was until Katie came.
He smiled slightly. Katie O'Reilly. He remembered the first time he had met her. He was about seven or eight when Katie came to England. He was walking through the park with his Sunday attire on when out of no where a small little girl had bumped right into him. They both fell to the floor.
"Oy!" The girl yelled in an Irish accent. "Watch where you're going." He looked at her. She had short curly red hair, and beautiful green eyes. She was a bit chubby but it could have been her big white dress accenting her stomach.
"Hey! You ran into me." He yelped as she used his head as leverage to stand up. She dusted of her skirts and held her nose in the air.
"Ladies don't run. They walk gracefully." He grabbed her arm and stood up. She gawked at him. "Ladies do NOT like getting their arms pulled either."
"I see no lady." Fred said smiling big. She glared at him and then walked away. He chased after her. "What's your name?" She stopped and looked at him suspiciously.
"Katie O'Reilly." She said smiling. She jumped onto a park bench and balanced on it. Fred followed her. "I'm from Ireland. Me and me pa just came here."
"I'm Fred Abberline." He smiled. "And I'm from…here." She giggled and jumped off.
"I know that silly." He jumped beside her and they both laughed. Fred grabbed her hand and they both walked down the pathway.
"FRED!" A female voice screeched. He cringed and saw his mother "walk gracefully" towards him. "What do you think you're doing? Running off on me like that! I nearly had a heart attack." She looked over at Katie and smiled. "I see you made a new friend."
"KATIE!" A voice rang out. All three of them looked at the man running towards them. "I thought I lost you!" He yelled. "Don't ever do that…" He looked at Fred and at the woman. "I'm sorry." The woman laughed.
"Please, don't worry about it. Michael! Come meet…" She looked at Katie's father.
"Cavan O'Reilly and this is Katie." She looked at Katie as she curtsied. She laughed and Mike came over.
"This is Cavan and Katie O'Reilly. I imagine you just moved here from Ireland." She assumed. Cavan nodded. Mike stuck his hand out and Cavan accepted.
"I'm Michael Abberline. This is my wife, Annabelle and my son, Fred." He said putting his hand on Fred's shoulder. "Would you like us to show you around?"
"OH YES PLEASE!" Katie yelled. Everyone laughed and they made there way down the street talking. They eventually became great friends. Even when Katie left to become a researcher or explorer as she liked to be called they wrote to each other everyday. But, everyday grew to every week. Every week grew to every month. Every month grew to once in a while and once in a while soon grew to never. Katie was the one who had gotten him to come back to society, to his job, to his life after Victoria died. She had talked to him and he was thankful for it. He wondered how she was and if he'd ever see her again. Sometimes he wondered if she was still alive but he mentally kicked himself for thinking such a thing. There was a knock on the door.
"Enter." Fred shouted pretending to look busy. Withers walked in.
"Godley would like to see you sir." Fred raised an eyebrow in amusement. Godley was sending someone to fetch him? He was either mad or sorry. He believed it was a combination of the two. Fred got up and followed Withers to Godley's office. He knocked on the door with a smile on his face. Godley looked up and glared at him.
"Why are you smilin'!" Godley shouted angrily. Fred smiled and sat in the chair across from him. Godley looked at him in awe. "Why are you still fuckin' smilin'?" He asked again in annoyance.
"You." He laughed. "What do you want Godley?" Godley sighed. He looked up at friend with a serious look on his face. "I want to know why you won't go to her." Fred groaned.
"Listen to me, I don't love her anymore. I know it sounds as if I'm an uncaring bastard but I haven't seen in her in a year and I just can't find myself to have feeling for her anymore." All was quiet for a few moments.
"You are an uncaring bastard." Godley joked. Fred grinned and leaned back into a comfortable position.
"Do you remember Katie?" Godley nodded.
"How can you forget someone like her? She was something different I tell ya." Fred nodded in agreement. He wondered if he should write her a letter but he didn't know where she was at the moment.
Vatican City – Docks
The carriage came to a sudden stop and Katie was thrown off the seat, out of her slumber and onto the floor in a giant heap. She rubbed her head as the door opened and Gianni began rambling out apologies. She waved her hand at him and got up.
"Just get the bags." She said in an icy tone. He nodded and grabbed them. He pulled the bags off the seat and hit her in the process. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. "Gianni, please…walk away now." He didn't walk away…he ran away. She yawned as she stepped out of the carriage and into the moonlight. Had she slept for that long? It must have been at least three or four hours since they had left the villa.
"Ah Miss Katie." She looked over and smiled. She opened her arms and walked towards the man coming her way.
"Bastian." She hugged him and gave him a kiss on each cheek. "So wonderful to see you again." He smiled.
"Vice versa my dear. I was so happy when you asked if I would bring you to England. I haven't heard from you in so long." She smiled warmly and linked her arm with his. They walked up the gangplank and continued their chatter.
"How have you and the misses been?" She asked curiously. Bastian looked away and frowned. "Bastian…"
"Not so good. I don't know what's wrong with her. She seems to be changing moods. One minute she's happy and the next she's sulking in her bedroom or yelling at me for no reason. She's been sick too…mostly in the mornings." Katie rolled her eyes with a smile at his oblivious state.
"She's pregnant." He stopped walking and widened his eyes. She watched him for a few moments until he picked her up and spun her around the room. "Glad you're happy." She laughed.
"I'm going to be a father!" He yelled. The sailors clapped and whistled in happiness. "I can't believe it." He added running his hand through his black locks.
"Well, you best believe it. Don't give her a hard time. Understood?" Katie scolded putting one hand on her hip and pointing at him with the other. "It's going to get a lot worse."
"Oh boy." He moaned. Katie laughed. "How have you been? Fine anything of interest this time?" She shook her head sadly.
"No. I found a few things I was looking for but not all of it." She sat on a barrel and rested her head on her arm. "I don't know where to look. I know what I need but it's not where the map shows it to be." Bastian nodded. "Sometimes I wonder if this map isn't real but it has to be right? I mean, everything else was where it said it would be. I guess I just didn't look hard enough." She sighed. "Oh well, I found a few interesting things. Some scrolls, fossils, some artefacts…the usual. Just once I wish I would fine something different that makes me happy."
"You will one day." Bastian smiled ruffling her hair. She hit his hand and fixed her hair.
"Ladies don't like their hair getting messed up." She said taking out a pin and fixing the piece that had fallen out. Bastian laughed and went up to the helm to take over. Katie turned her head and sighed.
Italy. I shall return some day." She stared at the city until it
was a black dot in the distance. After that, she went to her quarters
and slept until they arrived in England.
White Chapel England.
Fred opened the door to his house and smiled as his dog, Scraps, ran towards him. He kicked the door closed and bent down so the dog could give him kisses. He then sat up and through his coat on the nearest chair. With each step he took, he unbuttoned each button until he was bear chested. He boiled some hot water and poured it into his bath tub. He undid his pants and dipped himself into the hot water. Sitting back and relaxing he soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
Fred slowly opened his eyes and sighed. "This cannot be happening." He got out of the warm tub, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to open the door.
"Fred I…came at a bad time." A younger woman no older then nineteen blushed as she looked over Fred's body. He was quite built. Fred tried to cover his chest with his hands but it didn't work well.
"No no…I'll go change." He opened the door and the girl stepped in happily. She stood there until he told her to sit on the couch with Scraps. He quickly changed and stepped back out. "What's wrong Carrie?" She sadly looked up at him.
"It's my father." He nodded and sat down next to her. "He…he won't stop."
"Carrie, look darling, you have to tell someone else…not just me." She started to cry softly. He sighed and slowly sat next to her wrapping his arms around her.
"I can't. I feel ashamed. My father…how would you tell someone that your father touches you?" She said spitting the word touches out like venom.
"Look, luv, if you can tell me…you can tell someone else. If someone finds you here, people are going to start to wonder." She nodded and slowly got up and walked over to the door. Fred followed. "I do enjoy your company but I told you, come see me while I'm at the office." She sadly nodded again. He moaned. "Carrie, look, I know I haven't been much help but you need to testify alright?" Once again, she nodded. Fred smiled. "That's my girl." Carrie blushed.
"Bye!" She ran off into the streets and into her home. Fred closed the door and sat next to the dog again. He hated the fact that he couldn't do anything. Sure, he was an Inspector but there was no real evidence of this happening. If she testified, they could have a warrant to search his house for anything, to talk to him….to put that bastard away. At nights, Fred blamed himself for what happened to her because he had to send her back there but he knew it wasn't his fault. The one thing he'd never forgive himself for was his wife's death. All of him blamed him for what happened. He had helped make the child, he had helped make her die. Over and over again, Katie had told him it was not his fault but he couldn't bring himself to believe her. He yawned and laid down next to Scraps and soon fell asleep.
One Month Later – England Docks. Katie's P.O.V
Sunlight pierced into the room and into my eyelids. I slowly opened them and rolled over onto my back. Was I finally in England? I hoped so. I loved ships but being on here for a month was driving me insane. How sailors and pirates did it amazed me. I guess I wasn't cut out for life on the sea. I'm a landlubber and the pirates would say. There was a knock on my door and I lifted my head up.
"It's open." I called sweetly. The door opened and in stepped Bastian.
"We're here." He said as happily as I was. I could tell he wanted to get off this ship as much as I wanted to. He wanted to see his wife. I, however, was here for an entirely different reason. I needed to get some scrolls deciphered then I was on my way to Egypt. I motioned for Bastian to leave the room. Once he did, I got up and changed into a simple crème coloured dress. I splashed some water on my face, ran a comb through my hair, put some khol on and away I went. I stepped onto the docks just in time to see the gangplank drop. Some women were waiting on the dock, some men were as well. I smiled and grabbed my bag.
"Thank you." I smiled at Bastian giving him a hug. "And remember, be nice to your wife. You're going to want to kill her but please restrain." He smiled.
"You're welcome and thank you for the advice. I wouldn't want the constables after me now would I?" I chuckled and thought of my old friend Fred.
"Don't mention it and of course not." I winked walking away from him. I pushed past the men, women and children who adorned the streets of England. I found my carriage and smiled as I opened my book and read while I was taken to White Chapel District. It seemed as if we had only been in the carriage for five minutes until we had stopped and gotten out. I looked around and sighed. It hadn't changed a bit. Women parading around in revealing clothing, men gallivanting after them with a look of pure lust in there eyes, children stealing things from people, and the elderly sitting on the streets begging for money. I pulled out a satchel and handed it to one man near me. He smiled and held it protectively. I grinned and walked off to find my old friend at the library, Nathaniel DeCarlo. I walked up the staircase and into the doors. After looking around for several minutes, I spotted him. He was standing on a ladder putting away some books. I decided to give him a scare. I crept up behind him and merely kicked the ladder. He grabbed onto the bookcase and looked down. He was about to yell but smiled instead.
"Katie!" He yelled. People shushed him from every direction but he ignored it. He jumped down and pulled me into a big hug. I patted his back and smiled. "It's been a long time."
"Too long." I added in grinning. He threw his books on the floor and walked over to the desk where a stuffy old woman was sitting giving us dirty looks. He grabbed his coat and smiled at the woman.
"Agnus my beautiful flower. Something has come up and I'm afraid I must leave." She narrowed her eyes at him and I stifled a giggle.
"What's so important now?" She inquired in a monotone voice. Her grey hair was pulled into a tight bun. The wrinkles on her face reminded me of the raisins I used to eat as a child. I couldn't stand them now. Her eyes were emotionless.
"My dear friend is back." He smiled leaning on the desk. She looked at me and then at Nathan.
"Alright." She replied quietly. She picked up a stack of books and turned away from us. She walked away slowly, dragging her feet. Nathan grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out into the streets.
Ho'kay so. If you liked it, yay! Please review. If you didn't; thanks for reading and hopefully, you'll find a better story.
WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR FIC? I thought I was the most important one in
Me: Uhm, no. I'm MARRIED to Fred.