Fic A Day, Day 6 - Family Matters
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grundyscribblingTitle: Family Matters
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Knives Out
Summary: Faith gets a letter. Ransom gets a visitor.
Word Count: 455
Note: Today's attempt at Anariel wasn't working. So I changed gears.
Faith eyed the letter suspiciously.
Anything with a Massachusetts postmark would have been cause for disquiet. This particular piece of ‘what the hell’ had the added bonus of a return address from a Massachusetts state prison.
She was almost sure no good could come of it.
Her mother was dead – that she knew for a fact. So it couldn’t be her. Not to mention, a quick internet search showed her MCI Concord was a men’s prison, not a women’s.
There was always her dear old dad. Whoever the hell he’d been...
She could always just burn it unopened. That was probably the sensible thing to do.
But Faith Lehane had never been one for doing the sensible thing.
She opened the letter.
It wasn’t a long one.
And it wasn’t from anyone she’d expected.
Damn.
“Hey, B, D, you guys up for a road trip?”
---
Ransom didn’t let so much as a flicker of interest show on his face when the guard announced he had a visitor today, even if he was privately puzzled.
His mother had visited last week, so it wouldn’t be her. His father hadn’t bothered with visiting at all. He had nothing Meg wanted. Jacob was on probation for indiscretions of his own, so not about to risk a prison visit. (The boy had even fewer braincells than Walt and thus didn’t get that if you were going to experiment with more advanced substances than weed, you needed to have the sense to not fucking brag about it where teachers could overhear, not to mention not keep your stash somewhere so damn obvious that even the Andover faculty couldn’t avoid finding it.)
He somehow didn’t see Marta taking him up on his offer to play Go anytime in the next five to eight years. At least she wrote, even if it was mostly to tell him what an asshole he was. And to make sure he had plenty of Granddad’s books. For someone with such an allegedly kind heart, she was surprisingly good at rubbing it in.
Sadly, that was the entire list of anyone who might consider visiting him.
As such, it didn’t even really matter to him who the visitor was. At least it broke up the boredom.
He didn’t know who he was expecting, but the knockout brunette sat on the other side of the visitor booth was definitely not it. He had no idea who she was – until he spotted the crumpled envelope in her hand and it all came together.
“Shit.”
He had figured maybe if he was lucky she’d write. It hadn’t crossed his mind she’d actually show up.
In for a penny, in for a pound…
“Hey, little sister, fancy meeting you here.”
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Knives Out
Summary: Faith gets a letter. Ransom gets a visitor.
Word Count: 455
Note: Today's attempt at Anariel wasn't working. So I changed gears.
Faith eyed the letter suspiciously.
Anything with a Massachusetts postmark would have been cause for disquiet. This particular piece of ‘what the hell’ had the added bonus of a return address from a Massachusetts state prison.
She was almost sure no good could come of it.
Her mother was dead – that she knew for a fact. So it couldn’t be her. Not to mention, a quick internet search showed her MCI Concord was a men’s prison, not a women’s.
There was always her dear old dad. Whoever the hell he’d been...
She could always just burn it unopened. That was probably the sensible thing to do.
But Faith Lehane had never been one for doing the sensible thing.
She opened the letter.
It wasn’t a long one.
And it wasn’t from anyone she’d expected.
Damn.
“Hey, B, D, you guys up for a road trip?”
---
Ransom didn’t let so much as a flicker of interest show on his face when the guard announced he had a visitor today, even if he was privately puzzled.
His mother had visited last week, so it wouldn’t be her. His father hadn’t bothered with visiting at all. He had nothing Meg wanted. Jacob was on probation for indiscretions of his own, so not about to risk a prison visit. (The boy had even fewer braincells than Walt and thus didn’t get that if you were going to experiment with more advanced substances than weed, you needed to have the sense to not fucking brag about it where teachers could overhear, not to mention not keep your stash somewhere so damn obvious that even the Andover faculty couldn’t avoid finding it.)
He somehow didn’t see Marta taking him up on his offer to play Go anytime in the next five to eight years. At least she wrote, even if it was mostly to tell him what an asshole he was. And to make sure he had plenty of Granddad’s books. For someone with such an allegedly kind heart, she was surprisingly good at rubbing it in.
Sadly, that was the entire list of anyone who might consider visiting him.
As such, it didn’t even really matter to him who the visitor was. At least it broke up the boredom.
He didn’t know who he was expecting, but the knockout brunette sat on the other side of the visitor booth was definitely not it. He had no idea who she was – until he spotted the crumpled envelope in her hand and it all came together.
“Shit.”
He had figured maybe if he was lucky she’d write. It hadn’t crossed his mind she’d actually show up.
In for a penny, in for a pound…
“Hey, little sister, fancy meeting you here.”
