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27 March 2009 @ 06:03 pm
Fic: Hide Beside Me (Chapter 9), GL, Olivia/Natalia  
Title: Hide Beside Me (Chapter 9)
Author: DiNovia
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating:  Chapter=PG-13/Overall=NC-17
Archival:  P&P, Kimly, and AUSXIP of course.  Everyone else, please ask.
Spoilers:  None
Summary:  Phillip Spaulding has returned to Springfield with a vengeance.  Olivia Spencer, afraid that Phillip will take their daughter Emma from her again, flees Springfield with the help of her assistant, Natalia Rivera.  Can they stay one step ahead of Phillip?  Will they ever be safe again?
Content Disclaimer:  This is an AU story--based on a drabble I posted in February--that splits off from the "I can trust you with my life!" scene on 2/16/09.  All canon after that does not exist in this story.  Also, the Phillip Spaulding that returns in this story is still bat-shit crazy and evil. Graphic depictions of love between two consenting adult women are contained within, obviously, but not for a while.  
Source Disclaimer:  I do not own Guiding Light or the characters therein depicted.  I do not seek to profit from this story. 
A/N:  I tried to remain as close to character as humanly possible but as I have only seen YouTube clips of Otalia and no full episodes, I cannot guarantee the results.
Style Note:  As some of you have noticed, I am switching POVs for every chapter.  Natalia, Olivia and Emma will tell their stories in their own words, first-person present tense.  Any other exposition needed will happen in third-person past-tense.  This will cover the urgency I need and will also allow for omniscience for exposition with multiple characters.  I am very interested in knowing whether this style works how I have intended it, so let me know.
Thank You:  To mightbefound and bldy_destini for beta-ing this story. 



THE BUFFALO DINING ROOM, MOUNT RUSHMORE
EMMA SPENCER
 
This is the funnest vacation we've ever had!  That Corn Palace place made me laugh.  But gross!  All that bird doodie!  Mommy didn't like it either, I could tell.  I've never seen so many of those black birds in one place before, either.  They were kinda scary.
 
Mount Rushmore is okay.  It's just a bunch of old presidents carved onto a big rock and it isn't even that big!  I like the gift shop a lot, though, and I like having dinner with you and Mommy.  It's a special grown up dinner place--not like Company.  They have real napkins, like the ones you make us use at home.  I like that. 
 
Everything got better when you came.  Mommy smiles now and doesn't cry in the bathroom of the hotel room anymore.  She thought turning on the shower would cover up the sounds but it didn't.  It made me sad and a little scared to have Mommy crying so much.  I tried to help as much as I could and I didn't ask too many questions because when I did, she looked like she would cry again.  So I made up stories to tell her that would make her laugh, but they never did.
 
But I'm not dumb, you know.  You and Mommy think I don't know anything but I am eight.  I'm in the fourth grade now. 
 
I saw you crying the first day you were here.  You tried to lie to me but I can tell when you're lying.  It's easier to tell when Mommy is lying but I can still tell with you, too.  Your voice gets all funny and you talk to me like I'm still a baby.  Which I'm not, you know. 

And I can see, too!  I know we have a new van--but I don't know why.  I liked your car.  It smelled like you.  Like us.  The van smells funny, like melted plastic and vanilla.  And you and Mommy keep looking at each other and I can tell Mommy wishes I couldn't spell so well.  She used to spell things all the time when I was little so I wouldn't know what she was talking about, but then I learned how to read and Mommy couldn't spell things in front of me anymore.  It was hard for her to a--adjust. 
 
You know what I think?  I think something's wrong and I don't know what it is and I don't like that very much.  It's like when Mommy was sick and nobody would tell me what was going on.  She almost died!  It's not fair that nobody told me!  What if she had died and she didn't know how much I love her and how much I would miss her? 
 
It wasn't very nice.
 
"Emma, sweetie?  Are you okay?" you say and I look up from my bowl of stew.  It's pretty here.  You can see Mount Rushmore through the big window next to us and they have the lights on it now because it's getting dark out.  The sky is very dark blue with just a little bit of light blue at the bottom and the stars are out.  You can see so many stars here!  I wonder why they have more than we do in Springfield.

You look pretty, too.  Your hair is down and you have on a pretty purple shirt but you are looking at me all worried.
 
And when you get worried, Mommy gets worried.
 
"Jellybean?" she says, and I try not to roll my eyes.  I told you so.
 
"I'm fine!" I say.  Jeez!  Can't a person think hard around here without getting the fourth degree?
 
"Do you like the buffalo stew?" you ask, and you're smiling now.  I like when you smile.  You have dimples.
 
"It's good!  It tastes just like regular meat!"
 
You laugh.  "Well...that's good, I guess!  Tell you what...if you finish that all up, maybe you can have a piece of strawberry pie for dessert.  I hear it's famous around here!"
 
I'm not sure about that.  Famous pie?  What, is it on TV?  I don't think so.  But I like dessert and strawberries are good!
 
"Yummy!"
 
Mommy smiles her sneaky smile.  "You gotta share some with me, though..."
 
I don't like the sound of that.  "Why can't you get your own?" I ask her, but you hush me.
 
"Mommy and I will share a piece, don't worry.  You can have your own piece, Em.  Promise."
 
That's better.  I eat another spoonful of my stew.  I want to eat it all up so I can have my own piece of pie.  I'm eight now, you know.  I'm big enough to eat a whole piece of pie by myself.   
 
"You're spoiling her," says Mommy but she isn't mad.  Her eyes have gone all shiny again and really bright green, like Kermit the Frog.  Well, a little bit like him, anyway.  She's smiling her special Natalia smile, too.  I like that one.
 
"It's a vacation!" you say.  You smile at me and I smile back.  "Everybody gets to be spoiled a little bit on vacation!  What do you think, Em?  How can we spoil your Mommy?"
 
I twirl my spoon in the air while I think hard about that.  "Oh, I have an idea!  You could get her breakfast in bed!" I say.  "She liked that when we lived at The Beacon.  Eggs Ben--Benjamin.  Pancakes.  Toast with just a little butter.  Whole wheat, though.  Not rye.  And real butter, not that other stuff.  Two pieces of bacon, extra crispy.  Orange juice.  Coffee.  And..."  I forget the last thing.  What is it?  "Oh yeah!  A Valium!"

You burst out laughing and Mommy pinches the top of her nose and closes her eyes.  She looks mad.  Is she mad? 

"Sure, Em, yell that to the entire restaurant.  Not 'My Mommy is the best Mommy in the whole world!' but 'My Mommy takes Valium in the morning!'"

I start to say I'm sorry but you put your hand on mine and look right at me.  "You remembered perfectly, Emma.  Don't you worry about it," you say.  You're still laughing a little and your eyes are all shiny now, too.  "And it's a great idea!  I should be able to get...most of that from room service at our hotel--"

Mommy looks at you.  She still looks mad.  "You are not getting me breakfast in bed," she says.

You shrug.  "Maybe I am and maybe I'm not," you say back, grinning.

"Let me clear that up for you--you are not getting me breakfast in bed.  Period."  Mommy's smiling now so I know she's not mad.  I know you guys are just teasing each other.  I go back to eating my stew because this is gonna take a while. 

It always does.

"Try and stop me," you say, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"Oh, you wanna go there?  Really?"  Mommy sits back in her chair and shakes her head.  "You just let me know where and when and I'll bring it!"

"You'll lose it, you mean," you say, all smart-alecky.  "Remember--I'm a morning person.  I get up earlier than you."

Mommy rolls her eyes.  "You get up earlier than me because you're a glutton for punishment."

You guys are silly.  You keep teasing each other until the waiter comes to take our plates and Mommy notices I finished all my stew. 

"Wow, Em," she says, kinda surprised.  "Good job!"  She ruffles my hair.  "I think that deserves a piece of pie.  One you can have all to yourself."

You tell the waiter to bring two pieces of strawberry pie and three forks and when he does, you make sure he sets one in front of me and one between you and Mommy.

The strawberry stuff in the middle of the pie is bright red, brighter than strawberries you get from the store.  It's a little pink, too.  It looks like a lip-gloss that Sophie brought to school a while back.  I like it.  I also like how it tastes; it's yummy!  But it isn't famous pie.  It's just regular pie.  Oh well.

I thought you and Mommy would keep teasing each other while you ate your pie but instead you're really quiet.  I think at first that your piece isn't as good as mine, but you're both smiling, so I guess it must be okay.
 
Then Mommy reaches across the table to wipe a drop of strawberry stuff off your mouth with her thumb and she licks it off.

Ewww. 
 
But you don't look grossed out, you look kinda surprised and shy all of a sudden and Mommy does, too.  Oh, I get it.  You're being weird again.  You guys are weird a lot, you know?  Sometimes weird-good, like now, and sometimes weird-bad.  I like weird-good better.  Weird-good makes me happy; weird-bad makes my tummy feel funny but not like butterflies.  It makes me feel like I might cry. 

After we finish the pie and pay the bill, we leave to go back to the hotel.  I'm glad to get into the funny-smelling van because it's really cold out and I have the shivers.  You start the van and turn up the heat as soon as we get in.

"Buckle up, Emma, sweetheart," you say.  "We're going to sit here a minute to let the van warm up and then we'll go.  I don't know about you two, but I could use some warm pajamas and a pair of fuzzy socks!"

Talking about pajamas reminds me about bedtime and thinking about bedtime makes me think about waking up and thinking about waking up reminds me about spoiling Mommy with breakfast in bed.  Which makes me think about something else.

"Hey, Natalia?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"  You turn around in your seat to look at me and so does Mommy.

"If the pie was to spoil me and breakfast in bed is to spoil Mommy, how are we going to spoil you?"

You smile, look at Mommy for a second, and then look back at me.  "I'm already spoiled," you say.  "Because I'm here with you two."

Mommy looks at you and she has a funny look on her face, like she can't decide if she should laugh or cry or both.  And her eyes have gone all shiny again!

Jeez!  You guys are the weirdest parents ever!

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TBC



Comments are love!

DiNovia
 
 
 
Faithslavefaith on March 29th, 2009 12:06 am (UTC)
Great work, seeing it all from emma's perspective was fantastic.

Last two chapters has been my favourite as the tension is beginning to build between the two of them.

Keep up the good work.
seftiri: Olivia Spencer and Emma Strong Heartseftiri on March 31st, 2009 12:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I am glad you're enjoying the story thus far. The tension and angst will be ratcheting up here now. Just posted chapter 10.
Revolos55: WMC - Cindy Adorablerevolos55 on April 7th, 2009 05:12 pm (UTC)
The bit about Olivia crying the shower was so sad :(

Also, I don't know if this is a mixup in the story or in canon, but 8 year olds are usually in 2nd grade. At least I was, and I was one of the oldest kids in my class.

So many adorable Emma lines; about Olivia wishing Emma didn't spell so well, her mixup about the third degree, Olivia's Kermit-green eyes, her special Natalia smile, Eggs Benjamin, the Valium (*snort*), and their "weirdness".

It was really cool to see Otalia from Emma's POV.
seftiri: Olivia Spencer and Emma Strong Heartseftiri on April 8th, 2009 12:41 pm (UTC)
It's actually canon. Sometime around the My Two Mommies fallout Olivia says something about Emma's "fourth grade project". I was 8 in the fourth grade (too many years ago to count) so I know that it is possible but rare. Then also, soaps are notoriously loose with ages, particularly of children. I know that the actress who plays Emma acts too young to be 10, even though she looks 10. It's all very confusing canonically speaking because they also changed her age at one point, somewhere between birth and when Phillip kidnapped the kids. So she went from being a baby to a 3 year old.
Revolos55revolos55 on April 8th, 2009 01:13 pm (UTC)
8 in 4th grade, eh? You must be wicked smaht ;)

And yes, the dreaded SORAS. I vaguely recall reading in Wikipedia that Emma jumped a couple times.