||[Feb. 17th, 2006|02:09 pm]
The Ultimate FanFic Challenge!
Title: Honor Thy Father and Mother
Fandom: Law and Order:CI
Characters: Nicole Wallace and Robert Goren
Word Count: 413
Summary: They once shared the same point of view.
She hated thinking about her past, however Bobby always seemed to make it real for her, all over again.
Not that she didn't dredge up memories of his past as well. Obviously something he didn't much enjoy.
Their parents. Shining examples of what not to be.
Every time she looked at him, she could see herself reflected in his eyes. And the pain, that they both felt, was obvious.
She often found herself thinking was growing up for him was like.
A mother, who his unconditional love for is undeniable; that couldn't connect with reality. All her little boy knew is that she was sick and nothing could make her well.
Worse than the illness must have been the abuse she took from her husband, or sorry excuse for one rather.
Nicole could almost see it. His poor mother trying to reason with her drunken husband. Even ignoring the lipstick stain on his collar and the the smell of at least two different perfumes. All she wanted was contact. However, the most she got from his was a fist in her face.
And he saw it all. Safe in his hiding spot under the table. Just waiting for Daddy to stagger off and pass out....
And once the coast was clear, he would go to his mother. Help her to her feet. Clean her wounds. And hold her while she cried.
Must have been terrible for a seven year old boy. Because he was powerless to stop it.
Just as powerless as she was. From her hiding spot, underneath her table. Crying because there was nothing else she could do.
At least Bobby always had his mother's love.
She had no one. Except if you count her father. But...sometimes daddies love too much.
How could any of their parents claim to love them when the most they got from them was pain?
Perhaps because that's all they had to offer. Perhaps not.
And ironically, they could offer each other the love and healing that they need. But because of who their lives made them, they cannot be.
Because of the people their parents made them, they are polar opposites. Completely different sets of rules to play by. Different visions of right and wrong.
Funny how that turned out, she thought. Since they both once shared the same point of view, from underneath a kitchen table. In completely terror and hope that it would all be over soon.