FIC: Backstage (LOST) (5/6)
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Title: Backstage (5/6)
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chicafrom3 and riviyan_questa
Rating: PG-13, drug use and drinking, sex, the whole rockstar bit
Disclaimer: We do not own Charlie, Liam, Karen, or Megan. They belong to JJ Abrams or someone else not us. We also do not own Sinjin, Patrick, Melissa, or Zap. They belong to the lovelies over at Second Tour of Finland (www.driveshaftband.com). We do own Catherine, James, Mrs. Murphy, Naomi, Zap’s family, and the poor desk clerk in Dresden.
Summary: The story of a British rocker, an Australian girl, drugs, and a baby. The untold story of Karen and Liam Pace.
Note: The majority of this story was written before Fire+Water aired, and as such is slightly AU. Apologies for the delay in updating; blame my schedule.
(Chapter One)
(Chapter Two)
(Chapter Three)
(Chapter Four)
CHAPTER FIVE
“Hullo, hullo, hullo!”
Karen groaned apathetically.
The bedroom door popped open and a tousled burgundy head poked in. “Karen, dah-ling.”
“Go ’way, Melissa.”
“Can’t. Promised Pat and Liam I’d keep an eye on you.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I don’t need anyone keeping an eye on me.”
“Wrong!”
“What?”
Melissa Reid smiled brightly. “You, my lady Murphy, are indeed going out today. I’m taking you on a full girls’ day out. Lunch, shopping, spa, the works. While the band’s away, the girls will play.”
Karen looked up at her.
“Come on, you’re pregnant, you deserve to be pampered. And I’m bored, so I deserve to be pampered too. I’m paying. Well, Pat’s paying. Pat’s share of the royalties is paying? Anyway, let’s go.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, and let Melissa pull her to her feet.
Karen wondered when, exactly, she had forgotten how great a girls’ day out was.
“Thanks so much for this, Melissa,” she said over lunch.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, darling, this is a treat for me as much as for you,” Melissa said with a happy laugh.
And then a flash went off.
Both women looked up sharply.
“What was that?”
“Somebody took a picture.”
“Could be innocent,” Karen suggested nervously. “Tourist taking a picture of the café or something.”
“Could be,” Melissa agreed grimly. “Or it could be an asshole who wants to make a couple bucks.”
“Melissa—”
But the other woman was scanning the café for the source of the camera flash. And then she found it. “Son of a bitch!”
Karen twisted as best as she could in her condition and spotted the young man scrambling away from them, camera in hand and a ridiculous grin on his face, and felt a flash of anger. “Melissa—”
“Oh, you are not getting away from me,” Melissa muttered furiously, shot out of her chair, and was after the guy like a bolt of lightning.
Karen managed to get herself to her feet and over to her friend just as Melissa was reaching the point of maximum fury. The photographer looked scared to death and was practically shaking.
“I don’t give a damn what kind of money you can make off this photo or what you need the money for or why it’s totally not an invasion of privacy, my friend and I were enjoying a quiet lunch together and do not need to be interrupted by some snot-nosed brat who figures that since we’re dating musicians we’re fair game or whatever shit it is you justify yourself by and if I ever see you take another picture of anyone without their consent I will castrate and then defenestrate you—”
“Uhhh, sorry, miss,” he said tentatively. “Aren’t those the same things?”
“Get an education, little boy. As a matter of fact, if you don’t get an education, I will defenestrate you anyway. Now give me the camera and get the hell out of my sight.”
He timidly turned over the camera, then paused and said, “Okay, I’m going to get out of your sight, ma’am, but you should know—”
And he pointed past them.
Both women turned to look.
“Oh, shit!”
“I think we’re safe,” Melissa announced, locking the door behind Karen. “Or, well, okay, not safe? But safer? And…yeah…”
Karen had stopped listening, staring around Melissa’s flat in absolute astonishment.
“What?” Melissa asked blankly, then realized. “Oh, yeah. I haven’t had a chance to clean up lately.”
“Uhhh…”
Karen had never seen a messier flat in her life.
It looked like a tornado followed by a hurricane had torn through a labyrinth then been stomped on by minotaurs and then ravaged by a herd of moshers.
“How is it at all possible that this flat belongs to you? You’re the organized one!”
“Well, uhh…” Melissa looked sheepish. “I’m kind of organized in everything but housekeeping…” At Karen’s incredulous look, Melissa threw her hands up in defeat. “What? It’s not like I’m Zap! I can’t keep a thousand things in my mind at once! I top out at nine hundred ninety-nine!”
“It’s good to know you have a limit, at least.” She gingerly cleared some books and clothing from the couch and lowered herself to a seat.
The remaining few months passed without too much excitement, so long as Karen stayed indoors pretty much all the time. It suited her fine though, her feet hurt a lot and it was so hard to find a clean public washroom…
It was the eighth of May, six days until the baby was due to be born. Liam would be home in three days. Good thing, they hadn’t actually discussed the issue of baby names, and with the fourteenth rapidly approaching… Karen hadn’t actually considered that the baby might decide to come early. She couldn’t deal with that. So long as her baby came when it was supposed to, she would manage.
Sinjin’s sister, Naomi, a senior at Oxford and far too smart for her own good, had shown up on the second, having forgotten that her brother would not be back until the eleventh, and holed up at the Pace’s with Karen. She was a somewhat pleasant person, if not a bit loud and pretentious. Why she had chosen the Pace’s, Karen had no idea, but she was slightly grateful for the company.
On this particular evening, Naomi, two years Karen’s senior, had decided that she would impart some life wisdom on the blonde, taking complete advantage of the fact that Karen was unable to slip away discreetly.
Karen had, however tuned her out about five seconds in. She was knitting. She hadn’t knitted a day before she got pregnant, but took it up when there was nothing to do, and it seemed fitting for a pregnant woman.
She was fully involved in the scarf she was knitting, when she felt the most peculiar sensation and a flood of wetness between her legs. It took a moment to realize what it must be, but once she figured it out, she threw down the pathetic excuse for a scarf and tried to get Naomi’s attention. Or possibly James’, he was somewhere in the house.
“Hey! I think my water just broke!” Karen said loudly. Naomi, as it turned out, had several minutes before, turned her ranting to a news program on the television. She did not hear Karen.
Karen repeated herself louder this time, and both James and Catherine came running in. Karen stood up, fully content to leave Naomi there.
“I’m sorry, I ruined your nice couch…” Karen trailed off but Catherine shooed off Karen’s apology. She was right on top of things.
“James, call Liam! The hotel numbers are on the table! Karen, get into the car! Naomi, turn off that horrible racket and pack a bag for Karen!” Catherine gave the orders and everyone followed them. Karen toddled down to the car, Naomi went for Karen and Liam’s room, and James ran into the kitchen.
Catherine went with Karen. Karen, who was sure that she could pack her own bags, and was it really necessary to go to the hospital this early?
Catherine didn’t listen, of course, and within the next fifteen minutes, Karen was lying on a bed in the maternity unit of the nearest hospital. The doctors had mostly ignored her, her contractions were too far apart yet, but Catherine had not left her side. She had even procured some ice chips from a passing nurse. Karen was thoroughly impressed, but all in all, kind of bored. It was mostly waiting from here on out.
Of course, the baby was early, and Karen was a bit panicky about that, where was Liam? Was he on a flight yet? How long would it take? Would he even show up?
sick][music| Wait - The Beatles]
Title: Backstage (5/6)
Authors:
chicafrom3 and riviyan_questaRating: PG-13, drug use and drinking, sex, the whole rockstar bit
Disclaimer: We do not own Charlie, Liam, Karen, or Megan. They belong to JJ Abrams or someone else not us. We also do not own Sinjin, Patrick, Melissa, or Zap. They belong to the lovelies over at Second Tour of Finland (www.driveshaftband.com). We do own Catherine, James, Mrs. Murphy, Naomi, Zap’s family, and the poor desk clerk in Dresden.
Summary: The story of a British rocker, an Australian girl, drugs, and a baby. The untold story of Karen and Liam Pace.
Note: The majority of this story was written before Fire+Water aired, and as such is slightly AU. Apologies for the delay in updating; blame my schedule.
(Chapter One)
(Chapter Two)
(Chapter Three)
(Chapter Four)
CHAPTER FIVE
“Hullo, hullo, hullo!”
Karen groaned apathetically.
The bedroom door popped open and a tousled burgundy head poked in. “Karen, dah-ling.”
“Go ’way, Melissa.”
“Can’t. Promised Pat and Liam I’d keep an eye on you.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I don’t need anyone keeping an eye on me.”
“Wrong!”
“What?”
Melissa Reid smiled brightly. “You, my lady Murphy, are indeed going out today. I’m taking you on a full girls’ day out. Lunch, shopping, spa, the works. While the band’s away, the girls will play.”
Karen looked up at her.
“Come on, you’re pregnant, you deserve to be pampered. And I’m bored, so I deserve to be pampered too. I’m paying. Well, Pat’s paying. Pat’s share of the royalties is paying? Anyway, let’s go.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, and let Melissa pull her to her feet.
Karen wondered when, exactly, she had forgotten how great a girls’ day out was.
“Thanks so much for this, Melissa,” she said over lunch.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, darling, this is a treat for me as much as for you,” Melissa said with a happy laugh.
And then a flash went off.
Both women looked up sharply.
“What was that?”
“Somebody took a picture.”
“Could be innocent,” Karen suggested nervously. “Tourist taking a picture of the café or something.”
“Could be,” Melissa agreed grimly. “Or it could be an asshole who wants to make a couple bucks.”
“Melissa—”
But the other woman was scanning the café for the source of the camera flash. And then she found it. “Son of a bitch!”
Karen twisted as best as she could in her condition and spotted the young man scrambling away from them, camera in hand and a ridiculous grin on his face, and felt a flash of anger. “Melissa—”
“Oh, you are not getting away from me,” Melissa muttered furiously, shot out of her chair, and was after the guy like a bolt of lightning.
Karen managed to get herself to her feet and over to her friend just as Melissa was reaching the point of maximum fury. The photographer looked scared to death and was practically shaking.
“I don’t give a damn what kind of money you can make off this photo or what you need the money for or why it’s totally not an invasion of privacy, my friend and I were enjoying a quiet lunch together and do not need to be interrupted by some snot-nosed brat who figures that since we’re dating musicians we’re fair game or whatever shit it is you justify yourself by and if I ever see you take another picture of anyone without their consent I will castrate and then defenestrate you—”
“Uhhh, sorry, miss,” he said tentatively. “Aren’t those the same things?”
“Get an education, little boy. As a matter of fact, if you don’t get an education, I will defenestrate you anyway. Now give me the camera and get the hell out of my sight.”
He timidly turned over the camera, then paused and said, “Okay, I’m going to get out of your sight, ma’am, but you should know—”
And he pointed past them.
Both women turned to look.
“Oh, shit!”
“I think we’re safe,” Melissa announced, locking the door behind Karen. “Or, well, okay, not safe? But safer? And…yeah…”
Karen had stopped listening, staring around Melissa’s flat in absolute astonishment.
“What?” Melissa asked blankly, then realized. “Oh, yeah. I haven’t had a chance to clean up lately.”
“Uhhh…”
Karen had never seen a messier flat in her life.
It looked like a tornado followed by a hurricane had torn through a labyrinth then been stomped on by minotaurs and then ravaged by a herd of moshers.
“How is it at all possible that this flat belongs to you? You’re the organized one!”
“Well, uhh…” Melissa looked sheepish. “I’m kind of organized in everything but housekeeping…” At Karen’s incredulous look, Melissa threw her hands up in defeat. “What? It’s not like I’m Zap! I can’t keep a thousand things in my mind at once! I top out at nine hundred ninety-nine!”
“It’s good to know you have a limit, at least.” She gingerly cleared some books and clothing from the couch and lowered herself to a seat.
The remaining few months passed without too much excitement, so long as Karen stayed indoors pretty much all the time. It suited her fine though, her feet hurt a lot and it was so hard to find a clean public washroom…
It was the eighth of May, six days until the baby was due to be born. Liam would be home in three days. Good thing, they hadn’t actually discussed the issue of baby names, and with the fourteenth rapidly approaching… Karen hadn’t actually considered that the baby might decide to come early. She couldn’t deal with that. So long as her baby came when it was supposed to, she would manage.
Sinjin’s sister, Naomi, a senior at Oxford and far too smart for her own good, had shown up on the second, having forgotten that her brother would not be back until the eleventh, and holed up at the Pace’s with Karen. She was a somewhat pleasant person, if not a bit loud and pretentious. Why she had chosen the Pace’s, Karen had no idea, but she was slightly grateful for the company.
On this particular evening, Naomi, two years Karen’s senior, had decided that she would impart some life wisdom on the blonde, taking complete advantage of the fact that Karen was unable to slip away discreetly.
Karen had, however tuned her out about five seconds in. She was knitting. She hadn’t knitted a day before she got pregnant, but took it up when there was nothing to do, and it seemed fitting for a pregnant woman.
She was fully involved in the scarf she was knitting, when she felt the most peculiar sensation and a flood of wetness between her legs. It took a moment to realize what it must be, but once she figured it out, she threw down the pathetic excuse for a scarf and tried to get Naomi’s attention. Or possibly James’, he was somewhere in the house.
“Hey! I think my water just broke!” Karen said loudly. Naomi, as it turned out, had several minutes before, turned her ranting to a news program on the television. She did not hear Karen.
Karen repeated herself louder this time, and both James and Catherine came running in. Karen stood up, fully content to leave Naomi there.
“I’m sorry, I ruined your nice couch…” Karen trailed off but Catherine shooed off Karen’s apology. She was right on top of things.
“James, call Liam! The hotel numbers are on the table! Karen, get into the car! Naomi, turn off that horrible racket and pack a bag for Karen!” Catherine gave the orders and everyone followed them. Karen toddled down to the car, Naomi went for Karen and Liam’s room, and James ran into the kitchen.
Catherine went with Karen. Karen, who was sure that she could pack her own bags, and was it really necessary to go to the hospital this early?
Catherine didn’t listen, of course, and within the next fifteen minutes, Karen was lying on a bed in the maternity unit of the nearest hospital. The doctors had mostly ignored her, her contractions were too far apart yet, but Catherine had not left her side. She had even procured some ice chips from a passing nurse. Karen was thoroughly impressed, but all in all, kind of bored. It was mostly waiting from here on out.
Of course, the baby was early, and Karen was a bit panicky about that, where was Liam? Was he on a flight yet? How long would it take? Would he even show up?
