Remember the first phone call we heard between Danny and Rachel,
in the pilot.? The writers started to give us an impression of her character
with that scene, and they chose to do that with these words from Danny:
don’t start with me. I left you two messages telling you you need to pick her
up. Don’t tell me you had to change your plans. You send the driver for her
half the time anyway.
A woman who couldn’t make time to pick her daughter up from
school, who preferred to send the driver anyway. A woman - we learned that in this
episode, too – who took her daughter away from New Jersey, from his father and
family and forced Danny to follow them and leave everything if he wanted to see
his daughter, be next to her.
In episode 1x03 we got the second impression the writers
wanted to give us of her character. Again, it’s Danny who delivers the line.
is trying to take me back to court over visitation because she says that it is
not safe for Grace to be around me. Like the football shooting was my fault.
woman who was ready, again, to prevent Danny and Grace from seeing each other. And she
would have done it, if it wasn’t for Steve’s ties with the Governor. Remember
Danny: Did you, uh, speak to the governor about my custody issue?
governor doesn’t discuss her business with me. I might have heard something
about Step-Stan building a new hotel and, uh, you need government approval for
Remember when Rachel cheated on her husband with Danny?
Yeah, because she did. Because the casual viewer, the viewer who doesn’t care,
can listen to Steve saying that
“Danny got Rachel pregnant when Rachel and
Stan were having a break”
and believe that, but those who care about the show know that Stan actually believed that Charlie was his and this means he and Rachel
were still having sex at the time. So much for having a break. Those who care about
the show know about the vacation Rachel and Stan were having on Maui to try to
save their marriage and know that, later in that episode, Steve and Danny had
Steve: What’s up? You and Rachel? How long has that been going on?
Danny: Uh, a little while.
Those who care know that in the next episode, Danny and Rachel
had this conversation:
Danny: What’s going on? You having second thoughts about
Rachel: No. That’s not it at all” […] “How do I tell Stan that I’m
leaving and that I’m pregnant with your child?
So yeah, those who care know Rachel cheated
on her husband, no need to retcon that…
Remember when Rachel chose to lie
about the paternity of Charlie? And that she carried that lie for three years? Robbing
a father of his son, a son of his father? Telling Stan the baby was his so he
would take her back? Making Stan believe he had a son only to tell him, three
years later: no, he’s not your son, you’re not a father.
Remember when she had Danny
helping her delivering their baby? Remember the way Danny couldn’t even dare to
touch the baby, because he didn’t feel entitled to that? How damn cruel could
that be? How??
Remember that a few episodes later Rachel thought it wasn’t enough to prevent Danny from being the
father of his child and she tried to take Grace away from him, as well? Again?
problem is that Stan just got a project in Las Vegas and they want to move,
okay? And Rachel wants to take Grace off the island.
Remember that she dragged Danny
to court, forcing him to fight for Grace’s custody? Remember that she didn’t
have the decency to be there for the custody hearing?
Danny: I was prepared to give
my speech to Rachel, my ex, but she’s not here.
And then, after three years,
she told the truth about Charlie… because Charlie was sick, because Charlie
could die, and Danny was the only one who could save him. If it wasn’t for
these circumstances, she would have kept lying.
The same way as she would have
kept being married to Stan, if he wouldn’t have ended their marriage.
And now I can’t believe the show is clearly hinting at
Danny getting back together with this woman who put him, Stan, her children, through hell, this manipulative liar who has no respect whatsoever for other
people, who walks over people’s hearts like it’s nothing, who uses her children
as pawns for her own interest. Who, I’m sure, I’m so sure, would hurt Danny all
over again, blaming him for who he is once again, like she did in the past
because Danny, well, Danny has this awful fault, you know, he’s a good man, he’s
a good cop…
Danny: the truth is this is all I got. I need this. I wanna do what I’m
good at, I wanna be reminded I’m good at what I do.
… What a terrible person,
huh? And what would be her next excuse for dumping him, for breaking his heart
Danny would already be her second choice, because she wanted to keep her
marriage with Stan going on! He was the one who asked for a divorce, not her!
So please, please! Don’t talk about love! It would be an
insult to that sentiment. This has nothing to do with love. It’s just a toxic,
abusive relationship that would hurt Danny so much and he really doesn’t
It’s with a broken heart and, even if it makes me feel
stupid, tears in my eyes that I’m writing this.
I’ve been loving this show for
seven years now, I still love it and I will probably love it forever. I know in my heart it
has been telling the most wonderful story of love I’ve ever known, but now it
feels like you’ll let lies, betrayal and emotional abuse win over true love.
is this happening? Why are you doing this to the characters? Are you really
letting Danny ruin his life, getting back with a woman who stomped on his heart
again and again and would do that all over again in a heartbeat, a woman who would
still be with Stan if only he still wanted to be with her?
If you really
think Danny should be with someone like this, I guess it’s time for me to say goodbye to this show… I hope I’m wrong, I hope that with all my heart, but this episode sadly didn’t leave many doubts as to where this is going. It breaks my heart, believe me, but it would break my heart even more to see that happen.
Thank you for all the joy and emotions this show gave
Summary: You’ve taken Credence in after the subway situation, and this is a day you both take it easy. Part 3/?
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, as always (nothing explicit)
Word Count: 2,148
Credence was thrilled, if he was being honest with himself.
He’d never really had a day to “take it easy” because he was constantly doing
his mother’s bidding or trying to please Mr. Graves. But this, he had a strange
feeling, would be all about him. He felt himself blush at the brightness of
your smile when you’d heard him give you the Okay for a day to relax. You were
tidying up the kitchen before turning to him, saying, “I can take us away from
here for the day, and we can do anything you like, Credence.”
Credence was suddenly embarrassed that he wasn’t exactly
sure what he liked. He looked at your
patient eyes while he thought about what exactly he would say. He briefly
wondered what you liked. He settled
on telling you the truth. “I-I’m not sure what I like. Ma never r-really let me
do very m-much.” He honestly wasn’t used to being allowed to talk this much
without punishment either, so this whole situation was uncharted territory.
Your smile softened, but it didn’t look like you were
judging him (because you weren’t). You walked over to where he was sitting at
the table and rested your hand lightly across his shoulders before kneeling
down next to him. You were trying to think of what to say and rubbed his
shoulders while you thought. You did not miss how he leaned into you, so you began
to put more pressure behind the gesture, extending the contact and the fondness
behind it. “Why don’t we try a bunch of things, Credence? We’ll figure out what
you like together.”
Credence blushed out of his skin when you said “together”
the way that you did; he was so incredibly fond of this idea, figuring this out
with you. He liked that it felt like the two of you were on the same page. He
nodded with conviction, the first movement he was really sure of since Ma died—since
he killed her. He shuddered at that, thinking of Hell and all those terrible
things his mother had said, how if he had killed her, maybe she hadn’t been
wrong. He felt himself going to that dark place again when he felt your hand go
from rubbing his shoulders to trail down his arm. “Credence.” His name again,
coming back down, looking at your feet. “Light hearts today. We’ll do something
fun together. Let’s go get ready, okay?” He wanted to cry at your patience.
The truth was, you thought as you handed him a new
toothbrush from your drawer, that you didn’t mind being patient. All you could
think about were those months you had spent alone and lost after you had left
your ex-boyfriend behind and how you had wanted so desperately for someone to
understand that you needed—that you didn’t know what you needed. And here you
were, given a chance to be this Someone for a boy who was so kind, who deserved
so many good things. You hoped he knew that you did not see him as a burden or
a chore or (Heaven forbid) a project. You saw him as he was—as Credence, as
Credence, as Credence.
He showered as quickly as possible, washing the remains of
yesterday down the drain, stepping out new, stepping into new clothes, stepping
into new possibilities. He looked into the mirror, recognized the face but not
the color in his cheeks. He wanted to…know himself. He hadn’t realized how much
he didn’t know. He wanted to find out with you. “I-I’m ready,” he called gently
from your living room and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you round
the corner quickly, pulling a coat across your body and nearly skidding into
“We can go anywhere!” The energy in your eyes was
contagious, and he felt himself fill up on it, feed off of it almost. “Is there
anywhere you know that you’d like to visit, Credence?”
Your smile was beaming, and he felt he could gather some
strength from it. Maybe he could smile too. And he was, before he knew it, the
slightest flash of teeth, and you were taken with how beautiful he was, with
the height of his cheekbones and the way his eyes crinkled with happiness. You
blushed and hoped it wouldn’t embarrass him if he noticed why, but he was
talking. His voice was a little louder than usual when he said, “M-Ma had a—a postcard.
She said it was—was a place for sinners, called a—a boardwalk? It was in New
Jersey. I always l-liked the lights though.”
Credence nearly fell when you returned his smile, when he
saw the pink in your cheeks, when he saw just how impossibly happy you were for him. “You know more about yourself than you think, Credence. I
know about one of those. I used to go there with some friends on break. I could
take us there, but it’ll take quite a few trips to get there. But it’s
absolutely doable!” He felt your excitement trickle into him and waited
anxiously for you to take out your wand and whisk the two of you away.
Unfortunately, it did take quite a few trips to apparate
there. You had wanted to be safe and maybe took more trips than necessary, but
it was worth the momentary weariness when you saw the look on his face. There
weren’t too many people there, since it was the winter after all, and the
lights were dimmer than they were in the summer; but Credence’s face held so
much light in it, so much hope and you felt yourself swell with adoration at
the sight of him. “I-It’s so beautiful,”
he said with such breathless wonder that you were nearly knocked off your feet.
You weren’t sure how many people in the world would be taken
away by New Jersey, but now, standing
on the rickety Ocean City boardwalk, you thought maybe he was right, that maybe
Credence could make anywhere beautiful. Before you could really think, you were
saying, “Like you, Credence.” You didn’t regret saying it, but you blushed and
sent a soft smile his way so that he knew you were serious.
His face was so red, but he was so happy. He didn’t know exactly why, but he was so glad you thought
he was beautiful. He hoped you meant it, but your eyes never seemed to lie,
never seemed to be guarded from him. You were just so open, he was thinking when you took his hand and led him toward the
Kohr Brothers custard shop. “These
are so good, Credence! You have to try one!” You ended up getting chocolate
mint flavor, your favorite, and got Credence a chocolate one, trying to keep it
simple and start somewhere small. He watched you as you started to eat yours
and began to do the same. Flavor quite literally exploded in his mouth, and he
gasped, enjoying how sweet it was and the strange texture. He wasn’t quite sure
why you were holding your cone out to him, though, or why you kept waving it
around at him. You giggled, pink nose crinkling and face burying into your
scarf, and Credence, once again, nearly tripped because it was so cute and pure and he wanted you to keep
making that sound but you were talking to him. “Try some of mine, Credence, see
if you like it!”
He blushed as you crowded his space, reaching your hand up
so your cone was level with his mouth. This was a kind of intimacy he did not
understand, but he was breathless with how much he wanted it, how much he
needed it, this normalcy, this simple affection. You were sharing with him, wanted him to be a part of your world. He flicked his tongue out tentatively, making a pleasured
kind of whine at the taste, the cool, crisp mint mixing with the sweetness of
the chocolate in a way that he loved.
You kicked yourself for the way your eyes hooded at the sight of his tongue and
the way your stomach knotted at the sound he made. You returned his gaze,
hoping the cold weather hid your rosy cheeks under the guise of the chill, and
couldn’t help but lean closer to him at the sight of his adoration, the
affection behind his eyes that he wasn’t trying to hide in this moment. You
wrapped an arm gently around his waist and nearly cried at the way he crushed
into you. Credence was just okay enough in this moment, here on a boardwalk in
New Jersey, to indulge in the touch he wanted, in the life he wanted.
By the end of the day, he had tried custard (and loved it), played
mini golf (and was terrible at it) (but he would play round after round to hear
your laugh again, to see you try to help him but laugh uncontrollably when he
was still terrible), ridden a Ferris wheel (and loved it, and how close you had
to sit to him to fit inside the small car) (it helped fight the chill in the
air anyway), and enjoyed a sunset over the beach. You had watched him every
second of the day and loved watching him visibly relaxing. The distance was
good for him, you thought, escaping the places he had been with his mother, the
places he had been hurt, the places where wizards had tried to kill him. You
hoped he would remember this day when you had to go back with him and that he
could remember that things could be okay.
As you took him toward a secluded area to begin the journey
home, you saw him get more reserved. You knew what was wrong but asked anyway. “Credence?”
He looked at you shyly, nervous glances and hunched
shoulders returning. “I-I don’t want to go back, Y/N.” He sounded so broken,
and you wanted to crush into him again but were unsure of how okay he would be
with that right now. “I-I want to stay here, with you.”
Part of you wondered why you couldn’t leave. You had just
quit your job (to sever the final tie between you and your abusive
ex-boyfriend), and nothing was really keeping you in New York anymore. Your
mind was all romantic notions and escape escape escape. Escape from where you
had been tortured for years, escape from the prison that had held Credence too.
“W-Well, maybe we can, Credence.” His eyes turned sharply to you, his posture
straightening a little. “I-I mean, we’d have to plan a little to get things
over. But we—we could go anywhere.”
And that’s when you saw Credence really smile, all crescent
eyes and the most radiant face you’d ever seen. You wondered briefly if he were
some angel clad in raven-black night as some of the smoky tendrils escaped him,
approached you softly. You considered briefly how little you knew about what an
Obscurus really was, but you also realized idly that you didn’t care too much.
He might be dangerous, but he’d never hurt you, not on purpose for sure. He
jumped a little at the sight of the smoke touching you and managed to collect
himself enough to pull back, but you looked at him without fear. He wished
briefly that he had talked to you more at the rallies, more than just when you
would protect him or make idle banter, as much as he had appreciated your
kindness even then. “D-Do you mean that, Y/N?”
He sounded so hopeful. “Yes, Credence, I do. It’ll probably
take a few weeks to prepare, but… Now that I’m thinking, it would probably be
better to leave. People are bound to be looking for you, or at least trying to make
sure you’re really dead.” You frowned at that. “They’ll follow through on an
Obscurus. And they can’t find you.” You frowned again, thinking of what they’d
do, and unconsciously reached out to take his hand and stroke it under your
fingers, comforting yourself, really, knowing that he was there in front of
you. “And—And admittedly, a more selfish reason, I’d like to get away from that
damned city. I only stayed there for—for him, so I could stand to get out of
there too. We could go, Credence, if that’s what you want.”
Credence felt a surge of anger
when you mentioned that dreadful man who had given you your scars but managed
to keep the dark—the obscurus—inside. For once, he was confident. He knew what
he wanted. And with the slightest hint of boldness and the memory of mint on
his tongue, he whispered, “Let’s plan. Let’s go,” and dreamed of escape—for the
both of you.
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A little town in Oregon wasn’t exactly the place Carla had expected to end up, but it was far, FAR away from where she’d started, and so she wasn’t about to complain. How she’d gotten here? Well, several buses, some hitchhiking, and at least one airplane, but mostly it had been a bad break up and an urge to see the world. Or at least the pacific northwest. Whatever.
The last thing she expected was to run into anybody she knew, she was MILES away from New Jersey, on the other side of the country. For all intents and purposes, nobody she’d ever met should be around here.
She was wrong.
Striding down the tiny street in Gravity Falls, bag slung over her shoulder, Carla very nearly careened into a guy walking in the opposite direction of her. “Geez, watch where you’re-” she almost cursed him out, but this wasn’t the hustle and bustle of New York or New Jersey, she needed to be a bit more polite in these backwoods small towns. “Ah. Sorry. Wasn’t looking where I was going…”
Oh hell. She knew that face. “Stanford? Is that you?”