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[November 7th] [The Rockford Files-related] Chronicles of a Friendship, 7
Title: Chronicles of a Friendship, scene 7
Day/Theme: November 7th - Dawn of the New World
Series: The Rockford Files (using characters from The Queen of Peru episode)
Character/Pairing: Ginger Townsend, Lou Trevino
Rating: K/G
Continuing the mini-arc.
By Lucky_Ladybug
Although both men were exhausted, Lou was the first to awaken in the morning. For a moment he lay there, gazing at the ceiling as he tried to process that he was back home and not captive in some old warehouse. After several days of such torment, it seemed incredible that it was over.
But after the events of last night, it was even more incredible that Ginger was in the next room, asleep and alive.
Lou paused. Ginger was there, wasn’t he? Lou hadn’t dreamed that Ginger had revived?
No, he was sure it was real.
He rolled onto his side. Today he was going to have to walk into a police station and inform them that he was alive. He dreaded it. And he dreaded even more that he and Ginger would both have to make statements about last night.
Obviously they would have to tell some white lies. Ginger had anonymously told the police of the criminals’ location as soon as he learned it, but he had gone there with a gun to exact his revenge before the police could arrive. Even if he and Lou said that he had known Lou was alive and he had gone to free him instead of being bent on revenge, he would not be excused for bringing a gun. And if they denied he had a gun altogether, the crooks would all testify that he had one.
So they would say that he had gone with a knife to rescue Lou and that he had found the gun at the warehouse. At least he had not shot anyone down in cold blood, so that could not be said against him. They would say he had only fired in self-defense and in defense of the captive Lou. And he no longer had the gun, so he could not be charged with possession.
It should be alright. But giving their statements sounded like a miserable way to spend the day anyway.
Lou would also have to report to his and Ginger’s boss. He wanted to make sure he would still have his job and that he would not be replaced. But Mr. Stanley was quite tolerant and easy-going and Lou wasn’t that concerned about how that meeting would go.
He threw back the covers and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The day was overcast outside; it looked ready to pour buckets of rain. But that was just fine. Lou couldn’t care less what the weather did. Inside the house, the mood was bright and happy.
His mother had insisted that they would all have a celebratory dinner tonight. She, his father, and Mike would all be by later. Ginger wasn’t terribly thrilled at the thought of more people for dinner, but he was willing to deal with it for this occasion. It was deserving of a celebration. And Lou’s family deserved to be part of it.
Getting up, Lou shuffled across the floor and into the hall, peering through the half-open door to the next room. Ginger was on his side facing the door, gripping the edges of the pillow. He was clearly breathing.
Lou smiled, turning to head downstairs. He would start breakfast. He had not had a decent meal since his captivity. He would need to start with something light, but anything would be better than what he had endured for the last few days.
He was in the middle of eating some simple toast with raspberry preserves when Ginger wandered into the kitchen, still sleepily blinking and trying to focus. Seeing Lou, he perked up.
“I wondered if it was all a dream,” he remarked. “I was half-afraid it was.”
“I wondered too,” Lou said. “I uh . . . I checked on you before I came down. I wanted to make sure.”
“I thought you might,” Ginger said. “I looked into your room as well.” He sank down at the table, across from Lou.
“It really seems like this is too incredible to be real,” Lou mused. “The way everything seemed to be going wrong before . . . that’s like how life seems to go for a lot of people. Ginger . . .” He looked up at his friend. “We’ve actually been really lucky, both now and in the past. We’ve come through a lot of crazy close calls.”
“And there’s been so many that it can’t possibly all be coincidence,” Ginger finished. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Do you really believe it could be?” Lou returned. “Last night you were even admitting that you figured God must’ve had a hand in our surviving that mess.”
“That’s true,” Ginger nodded. “I believe that. Although it still sounds unreal to me, that He would care about us, or at least me. I don’t feel I’m worthy of such a thing.”
“Ginger, there’s a lot of people out there who are worse than you could ever be,” Lou said. “Okay, you were a jewel thief. You’ve got a bad temper. And you can’t stop carrying illegal guns. But . . . your temper really only flares up when something really bad happens, especially to me. And you want the guns for protection because you can’t stop feeling vulnerable without them. You’re not a serial killer or a pedophile or anything that awful. You’ve never killed anybody except some creeps who were going after you or me.”
“I could have killed others, several times,” Ginger remarked.
“You weren’t ever trying to, though,” Lou said. “Anyway, the point is, yeah, I think we’ve really been protected, for whatever reason. Maybe it’s our family members over there or maybe God wants us here for some reason. Although I have to admit, that’s pretty weird to think about. I don’t know what we could do that He would be really interested in.”
“Nor do I, unless it’s our unwilling ghost-busting exploits,” Ginger said dryly. “Perhaps He appreciates our vanquishing these evil spirits.”
“Maybe,” Lou said with a shudder. “But I’ve gotta say I hope He has something else in mind for us to do. Something a little more . . . normal.”
“If God takes a particular interest in someone, is what He wants of them ever ‘normal’?” Ginger’s voice dripped with irony.
“Good point,” Lou said with a weak smirk. “And we’ve sure been running into the supernatural crazies lately, no question about that.”
Ginger was now looking out the window. “I don’t know whether this qualifies as supernatural or not, but it’s certainly odd.”
“Huh?!” Lou spun around, staring at the white flakes floating past the glass. “I’ve heard it’s snowed in L.A. before, once in a blue moon, but this is crazy!”
Ginger crossed his arms on the table. “I’m glad I fell in the water last night and not today,” he said in his typical deadpan way.
“No kidding,” Lou said with a shake of his head.
Day/Theme: November 7th - Dawn of the New World
Series: The Rockford Files (using characters from The Queen of Peru episode)
Character/Pairing: Ginger Townsend, Lou Trevino
Rating: K/G
Continuing the mini-arc.
Although both men were exhausted, Lou was the first to awaken in the morning. For a moment he lay there, gazing at the ceiling as he tried to process that he was back home and not captive in some old warehouse. After several days of such torment, it seemed incredible that it was over.
But after the events of last night, it was even more incredible that Ginger was in the next room, asleep and alive.
Lou paused. Ginger was there, wasn’t he? Lou hadn’t dreamed that Ginger had revived?
No, he was sure it was real.
He rolled onto his side. Today he was going to have to walk into a police station and inform them that he was alive. He dreaded it. And he dreaded even more that he and Ginger would both have to make statements about last night.
Obviously they would have to tell some white lies. Ginger had anonymously told the police of the criminals’ location as soon as he learned it, but he had gone there with a gun to exact his revenge before the police could arrive. Even if he and Lou said that he had known Lou was alive and he had gone to free him instead of being bent on revenge, he would not be excused for bringing a gun. And if they denied he had a gun altogether, the crooks would all testify that he had one.
So they would say that he had gone with a knife to rescue Lou and that he had found the gun at the warehouse. At least he had not shot anyone down in cold blood, so that could not be said against him. They would say he had only fired in self-defense and in defense of the captive Lou. And he no longer had the gun, so he could not be charged with possession.
It should be alright. But giving their statements sounded like a miserable way to spend the day anyway.
Lou would also have to report to his and Ginger’s boss. He wanted to make sure he would still have his job and that he would not be replaced. But Mr. Stanley was quite tolerant and easy-going and Lou wasn’t that concerned about how that meeting would go.
He threw back the covers and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The day was overcast outside; it looked ready to pour buckets of rain. But that was just fine. Lou couldn’t care less what the weather did. Inside the house, the mood was bright and happy.
His mother had insisted that they would all have a celebratory dinner tonight. She, his father, and Mike would all be by later. Ginger wasn’t terribly thrilled at the thought of more people for dinner, but he was willing to deal with it for this occasion. It was deserving of a celebration. And Lou’s family deserved to be part of it.
Getting up, Lou shuffled across the floor and into the hall, peering through the half-open door to the next room. Ginger was on his side facing the door, gripping the edges of the pillow. He was clearly breathing.
Lou smiled, turning to head downstairs. He would start breakfast. He had not had a decent meal since his captivity. He would need to start with something light, but anything would be better than what he had endured for the last few days.
He was in the middle of eating some simple toast with raspberry preserves when Ginger wandered into the kitchen, still sleepily blinking and trying to focus. Seeing Lou, he perked up.
“I wondered if it was all a dream,” he remarked. “I was half-afraid it was.”
“I wondered too,” Lou said. “I uh . . . I checked on you before I came down. I wanted to make sure.”
“I thought you might,” Ginger said. “I looked into your room as well.” He sank down at the table, across from Lou.
“It really seems like this is too incredible to be real,” Lou mused. “The way everything seemed to be going wrong before . . . that’s like how life seems to go for a lot of people. Ginger . . .” He looked up at his friend. “We’ve actually been really lucky, both now and in the past. We’ve come through a lot of crazy close calls.”
“And there’s been so many that it can’t possibly all be coincidence,” Ginger finished. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Do you really believe it could be?” Lou returned. “Last night you were even admitting that you figured God must’ve had a hand in our surviving that mess.”
“That’s true,” Ginger nodded. “I believe that. Although it still sounds unreal to me, that He would care about us, or at least me. I don’t feel I’m worthy of such a thing.”
“Ginger, there’s a lot of people out there who are worse than you could ever be,” Lou said. “Okay, you were a jewel thief. You’ve got a bad temper. And you can’t stop carrying illegal guns. But . . . your temper really only flares up when something really bad happens, especially to me. And you want the guns for protection because you can’t stop feeling vulnerable without them. You’re not a serial killer or a pedophile or anything that awful. You’ve never killed anybody except some creeps who were going after you or me.”
“I could have killed others, several times,” Ginger remarked.
“You weren’t ever trying to, though,” Lou said. “Anyway, the point is, yeah, I think we’ve really been protected, for whatever reason. Maybe it’s our family members over there or maybe God wants us here for some reason. Although I have to admit, that’s pretty weird to think about. I don’t know what we could do that He would be really interested in.”
“Nor do I, unless it’s our unwilling ghost-busting exploits,” Ginger said dryly. “Perhaps He appreciates our vanquishing these evil spirits.”
“Maybe,” Lou said with a shudder. “But I’ve gotta say I hope He has something else in mind for us to do. Something a little more . . . normal.”
“If God takes a particular interest in someone, is what He wants of them ever ‘normal’?” Ginger’s voice dripped with irony.
“Good point,” Lou said with a weak smirk. “And we’ve sure been running into the supernatural crazies lately, no question about that.”
Ginger was now looking out the window. “I don’t know whether this qualifies as supernatural or not, but it’s certainly odd.”
“Huh?!” Lou spun around, staring at the white flakes floating past the glass. “I’ve heard it’s snowed in L.A. before, once in a blue moon, but this is crazy!”
Ginger crossed his arms on the table. “I’m glad I fell in the water last night and not today,” he said in his typical deadpan way.
“No kidding,” Lou said with a shake of his head.