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[November 3rd] [The Rockford Files-related] Chronicles of a Friendship, 3
Title: Chronicles of a Friendship, scene 3
Day/Theme: November 3rd - From the Edge of Despair
Series: The Rockford Files (using characters from The Queen of Peru episode)
Character/Pairing: Ginger Townsend, Lou Trevino
Rating: PG-13/T
And now it gets dark.
By Lucky_Ladybug
Lou knelt on the floor in front of the couch, grief-stricken and sickened by Ginger’s lifeless body lying upon the cushions.
He had always known that if Ginger believed him dead, it would shatter him. And his infamous, raging temper would burst forth, resulting in him doing things that he would not if he were in his usual, rational state of mind.
Ginger had gone after the people who had tried (and Ginger believed, succeeded) in murdering Lou. He had taken them down and got some of them arrested, but he had been a casualty too. Lou had broken free of his captivity at their hands (aided unknowingly to freedom by Ginger in his rampage) and had dived into the Pacific Ocean to save Ginger when he had gone down locked in mortal combat with the leader.
He had been dead when Lou managed to bring him up. Ginger was an excellent swimmer, but his enemy had been physically stronger and had kept him under until it was too late. Lou had tried desperately to revive him without success.
He had not wanted to take Ginger to the hospital, knowing they would only pronounce him dead and cart him down to the morgue. And he knew he needed to take Ginger to the morgue himself, but for the moment he had not been able to bear doing so. Instead he had slipped away with the body before the police were aware of their presence at all. He had brought Ginger home, getting him into dry clothes and laying him on the couch by the fireplace, desperate for the mantra of “they’re not dead until they’re warm and dead” to be true in this case.
It had been chilling to touch and lift and dress such a motionless form. Ginger looked like he was asleep, and that he should wake up at any time, but he hadn’t and didn’t.
Lou wasn’t quite sure how Ginger would even react to someone having to take his drenched clothes off, dry his body, and get him into something warm. Ginger was a very private person on matters of dress and always had been. But he understood and accepted when help was necessary and wasn’t obstinate about it. Oh, when they had first met he had been, but he had softened, at least around Lou. And being in prison together had rather forced them both to be more open on all such matters.
Then again, Lou thought sadly, it didn't look like Ginger would ever even know about this incident in the flesh.
Lou took Ginger’s hand between his own, chilled by the clammy and cold feel of his skin. “Wake up,” he pleaded in anguish. “Please, Ginger. Wake up and see that I’m alive.” It was a ridiculous fantasy, of course, but he had the hope that if Ginger just knew Lou was alive, he would fight to live again himself.
Oh, Ginger was not suicidal, per se, but he had known that going after those people all on his own was surely a suicide mission. And although Lou knew Ginger would have fought tooth and nail to live after being dragged under the water, he imagined that Ginger had finally accepted death when oblivion had crept upon him, believing that he would be reunited with Lou in the afterlife.
What a cruel irony.
“Ginger, you saved me, you know,” Lou continued. “Those creeps you thought had killed me were holding me hostage. I couldn’t have got free if you hadn’t found them and come after them trying to get revenge.”
His voice broke. “Ginger, please. Don’t be dead. Come back. Come back and wake up.” He squeezed the lifeless hand, desperate, agonized.
No response. He touched Ginger’s face. Still cold. His hand was only warm because Lou was holding onto it.
Lou was a strong, tough man. He was not prone to tears.
But seeing Ginger like this, knowing he was surely gone, and why it had happened, shattered his heart.
He slumped forward, sobbing.
Day/Theme: November 3rd - From the Edge of Despair
Series: The Rockford Files (using characters from The Queen of Peru episode)
Character/Pairing: Ginger Townsend, Lou Trevino
Rating: PG-13/T
And now it gets dark.
Lou knelt on the floor in front of the couch, grief-stricken and sickened by Ginger’s lifeless body lying upon the cushions.
He had always known that if Ginger believed him dead, it would shatter him. And his infamous, raging temper would burst forth, resulting in him doing things that he would not if he were in his usual, rational state of mind.
Ginger had gone after the people who had tried (and Ginger believed, succeeded) in murdering Lou. He had taken them down and got some of them arrested, but he had been a casualty too. Lou had broken free of his captivity at their hands (aided unknowingly to freedom by Ginger in his rampage) and had dived into the Pacific Ocean to save Ginger when he had gone down locked in mortal combat with the leader.
He had been dead when Lou managed to bring him up. Ginger was an excellent swimmer, but his enemy had been physically stronger and had kept him under until it was too late. Lou had tried desperately to revive him without success.
He had not wanted to take Ginger to the hospital, knowing they would only pronounce him dead and cart him down to the morgue. And he knew he needed to take Ginger to the morgue himself, but for the moment he had not been able to bear doing so. Instead he had slipped away with the body before the police were aware of their presence at all. He had brought Ginger home, getting him into dry clothes and laying him on the couch by the fireplace, desperate for the mantra of “they’re not dead until they’re warm and dead” to be true in this case.
It had been chilling to touch and lift and dress such a motionless form. Ginger looked like he was asleep, and that he should wake up at any time, but he hadn’t and didn’t.
Lou wasn’t quite sure how Ginger would even react to someone having to take his drenched clothes off, dry his body, and get him into something warm. Ginger was a very private person on matters of dress and always had been. But he understood and accepted when help was necessary and wasn’t obstinate about it. Oh, when they had first met he had been, but he had softened, at least around Lou. And being in prison together had rather forced them both to be more open on all such matters.
Then again, Lou thought sadly, it didn't look like Ginger would ever even know about this incident in the flesh.
Lou took Ginger’s hand between his own, chilled by the clammy and cold feel of his skin. “Wake up,” he pleaded in anguish. “Please, Ginger. Wake up and see that I’m alive.” It was a ridiculous fantasy, of course, but he had the hope that if Ginger just knew Lou was alive, he would fight to live again himself.
Oh, Ginger was not suicidal, per se, but he had known that going after those people all on his own was surely a suicide mission. And although Lou knew Ginger would have fought tooth and nail to live after being dragged under the water, he imagined that Ginger had finally accepted death when oblivion had crept upon him, believing that he would be reunited with Lou in the afterlife.
What a cruel irony.
“Ginger, you saved me, you know,” Lou continued. “Those creeps you thought had killed me were holding me hostage. I couldn’t have got free if you hadn’t found them and come after them trying to get revenge.”
His voice broke. “Ginger, please. Don’t be dead. Come back. Come back and wake up.” He squeezed the lifeless hand, desperate, agonized.
No response. He touched Ginger’s face. Still cold. His hand was only warm because Lou was holding onto it.
Lou was a strong, tough man. He was not prone to tears.
But seeing Ginger like this, knowing he was surely gone, and why it had happened, shattered his heart.
He slumped forward, sobbing.