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[November 30th] [The Rockford Files-related] Chronicles of a Friendship, 30
Title: Chronicles of a Friendship, scene 30
Day/Theme: November 30th - Until the End of Time
Series: The Rockford Files (using characters from The Queen of Peru episode)
Character/Pairing: Ginger Townsend, Lou Trevino
Rating: K+/PG
Part 2, and the final theme! That was a very fun set to do.
I puzzled a bit over what to do with this entry, since the theme put me in mind of death but I didn't want to be overly depressing, especially for the final entry.
By Lucky_Ladybug
The old English cemetery was quiet and peaceful. A gentle breeze wafted over the grass and caused the memorial flowers to wave in their pots.
Ginger straightened, gazing at the red flowers he had set on both his mother’s and his father’s graves. At his side, Lou silently looked on.
“They did a pretty nice job with the headstone,” he said at last.
Ginger nodded. “At least I was allowed to arrange for that from prison.”
Lou shifted. “Do you want to say a few words?”
Ginger paused. “I don’t know.” He looked up, gazing thoughtfully into the distance. “It’s odd to think, that you heard them both and they told you they’re watching over us. I suppose I wouldn’t really need to say something here more than anywhere else. They would probably hear just as well back home.”
“That’s true,” Lou agreed.
“But we came here for closure. And it’s good to see Mum’s grave at last.” Ginger gazed at the headstones again, and in particular, their inscriptions. He and his mother had collaborated on his father’s, but he had come up with his mother’s on his own. Figuring that out had been part of how he had started to heal while in prison and unable to do anything else.
“I don’t know if I want to be buried here when I’m dead,” he suddenly said.
Lou started. “What would you want?” he asked. It was a subject he didn’t really like talking about, but knew that they really needed to discuss.
Ginger shook his head. “I suppose it would depend on what you would want for yourself,” he said. “I want to be buried where you want to be buried.” He clenched a fist at his side. “When I thought you were dead, I loathed the thought of your parents taking you back to New York while I would remain in Los Angeles.”
“I know.” Lou sighed. “But I’m afraid I don’t know what I want myself. If I die first, I have loved ones on both coasts.”
“It is a problem,” Ginger grunted.
Lou stared into the distance now. “When I thought you were dead in that airplane crash, I had this dream one night. It ended with me dying and meeting you in the afterlife.” He smiled in a bittersweet way. “We had a great reunion. I hated waking up and finding I was still alone.” Sobering again, he said, “I don’t like thinking about what would happen if one of us died. Sure, we’d have a great reunion eventually, but in the meantime . . .” He shook his head.
“Sooner or later it will happen, even if it’s fifty years from now,” Ginger said. “Unless we die together. And I suppose with the number of close calls we’ve had, that’s actually quite possible.”
Lou nodded. “I’ve thought about that. I kind of wish that it would happen that way. But in any case, I hate to think of leaving Mike behind.”
“If you died first and left me with him, that wouldn’t really be leaving him with someone,” Ginger pointed out.
“You’d look out for him, though,” Lou said.
Ginger looked out over the clouding sky and rolling fog. “You’re right, of course,” he said. “But we would still never be close.”
Lou laid a hand on Ginger’s shoulder. What with all of their experiences, being here in the cemetery with Ginger’s parents seemed to be bringing all of their macabre thoughts to the surface. But it was a depressing topic, and Lou had to admit that he prayed it would be at least fifty years or more before they would ever really need to do anything about it.
Ginger’s thoughts were running along the same lines. “Give me a moment more and then we’ll go,” he requested.
Lou nodded. “Sure.”
Again Ginger bent down to the graves, quietly delivering his thoughts. “Thank you both, for raising me with love and continuing to love me no matter what I did. I’m sorry for what I’ve done that hurt you.
“Mum, I wish I had been here for your funeral. But I’ve come now, as soon as I could get away. And I know coming wasn’t necessary for you to know I still care.
“Dad, I’m glad you’ve been reunited with Mum now. I know you missed her as much as she missed you.
“It’s comforting to know you’re both still around, watching over us. Perhaps you’ll see to it that neither Lou nor I will have to cross over any time soon. Someday we’ll all have a grand reunion, but for now, I want to and I will carry on in this life.” He straightened. “And with Lou, I will be happy.”
Lou smiled, still bittersweet, but happier.
As Ginger turned to leave, he felt a sense of peace and closure far stronger than what he had even hoped he would find. And, he thought as he paused to reflect, he also felt that he and Lou had long lives of togetherness still ahead of them.
“What is it?” Lou asked, seeing the flicker in Ginger’s eyes.
Ginger looked to him. “Perhaps it’s just my imagination, but I don’t feel that either of us will need to worry about burial plots any time soon.”
Lou drew an arm around Ginger’s shoulders. “I don’t think it’s your imagination, Buddy.”
A trace of a smile played on Ginger’s lips. And as he and Lou began to walk through the cemetery, back towards the entrance, they both felt that a familiar couple had linked hands and was following them to the gate.
Ginger and Lou had been close friends for twenty years, throughout countless ups and downs and good times and bad. They didn’t always agree, but their arguments never severed their friendship. With every trial that came along, they emerged triumphant because of their bond. And no matter what life or death brought them in the future, that would never change.
Day/Theme: November 30th - Until the End of Time
Series: The Rockford Files (using characters from The Queen of Peru episode)
Character/Pairing: Ginger Townsend, Lou Trevino
Rating: K+/PG
Part 2, and the final theme! That was a very fun set to do.
I puzzled a bit over what to do with this entry, since the theme put me in mind of death but I didn't want to be overly depressing, especially for the final entry.
The old English cemetery was quiet and peaceful. A gentle breeze wafted over the grass and caused the memorial flowers to wave in their pots.
Ginger straightened, gazing at the red flowers he had set on both his mother’s and his father’s graves. At his side, Lou silently looked on.
“They did a pretty nice job with the headstone,” he said at last.
Ginger nodded. “At least I was allowed to arrange for that from prison.”
Lou shifted. “Do you want to say a few words?”
Ginger paused. “I don’t know.” He looked up, gazing thoughtfully into the distance. “It’s odd to think, that you heard them both and they told you they’re watching over us. I suppose I wouldn’t really need to say something here more than anywhere else. They would probably hear just as well back home.”
“That’s true,” Lou agreed.
“But we came here for closure. And it’s good to see Mum’s grave at last.” Ginger gazed at the headstones again, and in particular, their inscriptions. He and his mother had collaborated on his father’s, but he had come up with his mother’s on his own. Figuring that out had been part of how he had started to heal while in prison and unable to do anything else.
“I don’t know if I want to be buried here when I’m dead,” he suddenly said.
Lou started. “What would you want?” he asked. It was a subject he didn’t really like talking about, but knew that they really needed to discuss.
Ginger shook his head. “I suppose it would depend on what you would want for yourself,” he said. “I want to be buried where you want to be buried.” He clenched a fist at his side. “When I thought you were dead, I loathed the thought of your parents taking you back to New York while I would remain in Los Angeles.”
“I know.” Lou sighed. “But I’m afraid I don’t know what I want myself. If I die first, I have loved ones on both coasts.”
“It is a problem,” Ginger grunted.
Lou stared into the distance now. “When I thought you were dead in that airplane crash, I had this dream one night. It ended with me dying and meeting you in the afterlife.” He smiled in a bittersweet way. “We had a great reunion. I hated waking up and finding I was still alone.” Sobering again, he said, “I don’t like thinking about what would happen if one of us died. Sure, we’d have a great reunion eventually, but in the meantime . . .” He shook his head.
“Sooner or later it will happen, even if it’s fifty years from now,” Ginger said. “Unless we die together. And I suppose with the number of close calls we’ve had, that’s actually quite possible.”
Lou nodded. “I’ve thought about that. I kind of wish that it would happen that way. But in any case, I hate to think of leaving Mike behind.”
“If you died first and left me with him, that wouldn’t really be leaving him with someone,” Ginger pointed out.
“You’d look out for him, though,” Lou said.
Ginger looked out over the clouding sky and rolling fog. “You’re right, of course,” he said. “But we would still never be close.”
Lou laid a hand on Ginger’s shoulder. What with all of their experiences, being here in the cemetery with Ginger’s parents seemed to be bringing all of their macabre thoughts to the surface. But it was a depressing topic, and Lou had to admit that he prayed it would be at least fifty years or more before they would ever really need to do anything about it.
Ginger’s thoughts were running along the same lines. “Give me a moment more and then we’ll go,” he requested.
Lou nodded. “Sure.”
Again Ginger bent down to the graves, quietly delivering his thoughts. “Thank you both, for raising me with love and continuing to love me no matter what I did. I’m sorry for what I’ve done that hurt you.
“Mum, I wish I had been here for your funeral. But I’ve come now, as soon as I could get away. And I know coming wasn’t necessary for you to know I still care.
“Dad, I’m glad you’ve been reunited with Mum now. I know you missed her as much as she missed you.
“It’s comforting to know you’re both still around, watching over us. Perhaps you’ll see to it that neither Lou nor I will have to cross over any time soon. Someday we’ll all have a grand reunion, but for now, I want to and I will carry on in this life.” He straightened. “And with Lou, I will be happy.”
Lou smiled, still bittersweet, but happier.
As Ginger turned to leave, he felt a sense of peace and closure far stronger than what he had even hoped he would find. And, he thought as he paused to reflect, he also felt that he and Lou had long lives of togetherness still ahead of them.
“What is it?” Lou asked, seeing the flicker in Ginger’s eyes.
Ginger looked to him. “Perhaps it’s just my imagination, but I don’t feel that either of us will need to worry about burial plots any time soon.”
Lou drew an arm around Ginger’s shoulders. “I don’t think it’s your imagination, Buddy.”
A trace of a smile played on Ginger’s lips. And as he and Lou began to walk through the cemetery, back towards the entrance, they both felt that a familiar couple had linked hands and was following them to the gate.
Ginger and Lou had been close friends for twenty years, throughout countless ups and downs and good times and bad. They didn’t always agree, but their arguments never severed their friendship. With every trial that came along, they emerged triumphant because of their bond. And no matter what life or death brought them in the future, that would never change.