"Meet the Tuckers" part 1
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kengrThis is a bit of fan-fic set in Ellen Hayes' Tuck universe. It's set right after current chapter (109).
Don't read this if you haven't read the stories as it'll contain major spoilers. (And if you haven't read the stories, check them out. They involve teenagers who are a bit weird. and one who is really weird. NC-17 in spots.)
Anyway on with my attempt at fanfic...
Travis was trying to eat, but he was worried about Valerie. He hadn't heard from her in days and regardless of what Lisa was saying, that wasn't normal for Val.
Sure, he was mad about some of the stuff she'd been hiding from him, but..
"... hospital ... Tucker kid ..."
Travis spun around. "Excuse me? Did you say 'Tucker'?" he asked the girl sitting at the next table.
"Uh, yeah. Why?" she replied.
"I've got a friend with that name that I haven't heard from for a while. And when I heard you say 'Tucker kid' and 'hospital' I wondered if something had happened to her.".
"Well, I dunno. I was doing my candy striper stuff at the hospital and a couple of nurses were talking about this kid that'd been brought in last week. I guess everybody was worried cause the kid'd been unconscious for 3 days after they flew him in from McAllen. I remember them calling him the 'Tucker kid', but they were talking like it was a guy. Maybe it's a relative of your friend or something?"
Travis's mind was spinning. It couldn't be. Could it?
"You wouldn't happen to know what room he's in?" he asked.
She thought she remembered a room number. Travis wrote it on a napkin and thanked her.
***
A quick call to the hospital confirmed that there was a Tucker in that room. But they wouldn't tell him anything else. He decided to go over after school.
***
The afternoon dragged on. Travis checked his watch for the hundredth time.
***
At last, he was out of school and heading for the hospital. Why was the traffic so bad?
***
"Sorry Dan, I've got to help get Tuck moved back home."
***
The elevator took forever to arrive. He got off at the right floor and checked the signs.
Right, the room was *that* way...
***
Sheila hated re-arranging her schedule, but since Eugene was going home, she'd thought it'd be easier to have another talk with him at the hospital rather than at home.
He did seem to be a bit more animated. Maybe it was starting to penetrate that it *hadn't* been his fault.
She went to the door and let Eugene's father back in.
She'd opened the door and was about the leave when Mr. Tucker asked her something.
***
Ah. That was the room. and the door was open. Travis stepped into the doorway ready to apologize if it wasn't Val. Then he saw her on the bed. She looked like hell.
"Val?"
He started into the room.
***
Sheila saw Bill Tucker's face change as he reached under his jacket. She turned and saw a large male, looked like a football player or something coming through the doorway and staring at the bed with a distinctly unhappy expression on his face..
Bill saw an obvious "jock" coming through the door. His hand went to the gun under his jacket. He was starting to draw.
[to be continued]
Don't read this if you haven't read the stories as it'll contain major spoilers. (And if you haven't read the stories, check them out. They involve teenagers who are a bit weird. and one who is really weird. NC-17 in spots.)
Anyway on with my attempt at fanfic...
Travis was trying to eat, but he was worried about Valerie. He hadn't heard from her in days and regardless of what Lisa was saying, that wasn't normal for Val.
Sure, he was mad about some of the stuff she'd been hiding from him, but..
"... hospital ... Tucker kid ..."
Travis spun around. "Excuse me? Did you say 'Tucker'?" he asked the girl sitting at the next table.
"Uh, yeah. Why?" she replied.
"I've got a friend with that name that I haven't heard from for a while. And when I heard you say 'Tucker kid' and 'hospital' I wondered if something had happened to her.".
"Well, I dunno. I was doing my candy striper stuff at the hospital and a couple of nurses were talking about this kid that'd been brought in last week. I guess everybody was worried cause the kid'd been unconscious for 3 days after they flew him in from McAllen. I remember them calling him the 'Tucker kid', but they were talking like it was a guy. Maybe it's a relative of your friend or something?"
Travis's mind was spinning. It couldn't be. Could it?
"You wouldn't happen to know what room he's in?" he asked.
She thought she remembered a room number. Travis wrote it on a napkin and thanked her.
***
A quick call to the hospital confirmed that there was a Tucker in that room. But they wouldn't tell him anything else. He decided to go over after school.
***
The afternoon dragged on. Travis checked his watch for the hundredth time.
***
At last, he was out of school and heading for the hospital. Why was the traffic so bad?
***
"Sorry Dan, I've got to help get Tuck moved back home."
***
The elevator took forever to arrive. He got off at the right floor and checked the signs.
Right, the room was *that* way...
***
Sheila hated re-arranging her schedule, but since Eugene was going home, she'd thought it'd be easier to have another talk with him at the hospital rather than at home.
He did seem to be a bit more animated. Maybe it was starting to penetrate that it *hadn't* been his fault.
She went to the door and let Eugene's father back in.
She'd opened the door and was about the leave when Mr. Tucker asked her something.
***
Ah. That was the room. and the door was open. Travis stepped into the doorway ready to apologize if it wasn't Val. Then he saw her on the bed. She looked like hell.
"Val?"
He started into the room.
***
Sheila saw Bill Tucker's face change as he reached under his jacket. She turned and saw a large male, looked like a football player or something coming through the doorway and staring at the bed with a distinctly unhappy expression on his face..
Bill saw an obvious "jock" coming through the door. His hand went to the gun under his jacket. He was starting to draw.
[to be continued]
