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whenim64 · 23 days

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The Monkees was just Micky, Peter and Mike for a long time until Mike met Davy. He never told the guys about him (because he didnt want them to embarrass him) and Mikes always out picking up Davy and taking him on dates. Eventually Mikes ready to introduce his friends to his boyfriend but they just… don’t seem to understand

Mickys always asking Davy if he has a girlfriend and Davy (who does not yet know just how clueless these guys can be) thinks it’s a joke and goes along with it

Davy’s slowly integrated into the group then the band and then he’s asked to move in (after a heavy adult discussion with Mike about their relationship and next steps). Davy and Mike are both under the assumption they’ll share a room since… boyfriends. But Peter kidnaps Davy and begs until they can be roommates

Eventually Mike and Davy realise the others actually don’t know they’re together and bet each other how long it will take them to figure out. They don’t even attempt to hide their relationship but it seems the more coupley they act the less the others cop on

It takes them making out half naked on the couch for the others to even raise an eyebrow (“I thought you guys were just really close”)

wrote a short thing :)

“We’ve talked it over, and, well, Davy already spends so much time here anyway, so I thought ‘he might as well just move in’ and I think it’s the right next move for us and he agrees, so what do y’all think? Would you be fine if Davy moved in here with us?” Mike asked, shifting nervously on his feet as he looked down at his two best friends to see their reactions. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, it just seemed like a big deal asking his friends if his boyfriend could move in with them. What if they didn’t want Davy around that often? No, that would be silly; Davy already spent so much time hanging around the pad he practically lived there, the only difference would be that he’d be sleeping there now too.

He resisted the urge to swipe his hands against his jeans, but Davy felt his arms tense up from where his hands were wrapped around his bicep and he gave his arm a comforting squeeze.

“Yes that’s fantastic!” Peter said, with a wide, cheery grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah that’s a groovy idea. Davy is a perfect addition.” Micky chimed in.

“Oh, you think so? Thanks fellas, this means a lot, really-“

“I’m so excited I finally get to have a roommate!” Peter said as he sprung up from his seat. He latched onto Davy’s arm and started tugging him in the direction of his bedroom.

“You- what?” Davy asked as he let himself be pulled across the pad, throwing a confused look over his shoulder at Mike who stared back at him just as confound.

“It will be like a sleepover every night. And I won’t get lonely and have to bother Micky and Mike in the middle of the night anymore. We can put your bed right there and you can have these drawers in the dresser.” Peter said as he started opening drawers and moving his clothes around. Davy watched as he shuffled around the room moving stuff and reorganizing his drawers.

“Um- Peter- you know- I was really planning to move in with Mike.” Davy said, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck as Peter stopped his hectic motions and turned to look at Davy.

“Yeah you’re moving in with Mike, Micky, and I. That’s why I’m clearing a space for you.”

“No I mean I was planning to move into Mike’s room with him.”

“But Micky already rooms with Mike it doesn’t make any sense for you to move in there too… unless, is it that you don’t want to room with me?” Peter asked staring down at Davy with the biggest, saddest eyes he’d ever seen. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest.

“No peter that’s not it at all. You’d be a great roommate.”

“So you do want to room with me?” Peter asked, a relieved smile taking place of the frown. Davy swallowed down the words of rejection as he stared into Peter’s wide, hopeful eyes. He couldn’t do it; what kind of monster could make Peter feel sad and rejected when he was one of the sweetest people Davy had ever met before.

“Yeah I’ll be your roommate. It’ll be fun just like you said." Davy barely finished his sentence before he was being pulled into a hug by an enthusiastic Peter.

"When are you moving in? Oh I can't wait to help you decorate your side of the room." Peter said clasping his hands together excitedly.

"What're y'all talking about in here?" Mike asked from where he was leaned up against the door frame.

"How Davy is going to decorate his side of the room!"

"His side of the room?" Mike repeated, quirking his eyebrow at Davy who smiled back at him sheepishly.

"Err, Peter can you give me a moment alone with Mike, please?"

"Of course." Peter said as he passed by Mike who was stepping into the room.

"Why does Peter think you'll be rooming with him?" Mike asked once the door shut behind them.

"I kind of told Peter that I would."

"Why would you do that?"

"I tried to tell him I was moving in with you but he looked at me with these big sad puppy eyes and I just didn't have it in me to disappoint him. I swear I've never met someone who reminded me so much of a golden retriever before." Davy explained. Mike nodded along to the last part, having been subjected to Peter's sad puppy eyes before. He knew they were hard to fight if you weren't used to them.

"It's going to be awfully hard to take it back now." Mike said. Davy gave him a pained look.

"Oh come on Mike, it's not so bad of an idea. If I move in down here then at least we don't have to move all of Micky's stuff downstairs. And if we need some alone time I'm sure the guys won't mind switching rooms for a night." Davy said, stepping up to Mike and wrapping his arms around his waist as he fluttered his eyelashes and gave a dazzling smile. "It'll work out fine in the end." he said as he stood on his tippy toes to press a kiss to Mike's neck, then his chin, the his cheek. Mike couldn't help the smile the spread across his face, and he wrapped his arms around Davy's back as he pecked his lips in a small kiss.

"I know you just don't want to deal with a sad Peter, but the Micky thing is a good point. I really don't want to have to spend the day lugging his hundreds of trinkets and god knows what else he has under his bed down the stairs."

"Shall we go back to my place and pack up my things? Peter's already started clearing a space for me, so I think I could be all set up by the end of the day."

"Yeah, I'll meet you in the car, I'm gonna grab some boxes out of the garage for your stuff." Mike replied, pressing one more kiss to Davy's lips before they untangled themselves and headed to the door.

#i hope you like it gahhh >.<#using this as motivation to get myself writing again #also i did not proof read this so i hope there is no mistakes and that it flows fine #64answers #jonesmith #monkees fanfiction #also imagine that while peter had whisked davy away micky was in the living room like 'so does he know any instruments?'#cause he thinks davy is moving in bc hes joining the band

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nominalnebula · 11 months

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Hi I've come to be a nuisance again because this idea has been tormenting me all day

Having Christopher Pike meet a woman while stuck in another universe, someone that he was falling for, someone who sacrificed their life for him to make it home

Him feeling this loss, but doing his best not to wallow as the ship and crew move on, pulling himself together to meet the new cadet joining the Enterprise

Only for this new cadet to be this universe's version of the woman that he lost

okay first off, the VIOLENCE of this

how fuckin dare

secondly, I'm losing my mind over the idea of this, over the possibilities??? and the angst, oh boy, the angst potential -

because he sees this cadet appear on the transporter pad, sees the woman he knew from another universe and for a moment everything just sort of stutters - his heart stops, he can feel the blood from his face draining and the ground has just shifted beneath him - and then he blinks, and this cadet, this stranger wearing the face of someone who could have been so dear to him, is looking nervously between him and Una, the smile on her face flickering, dropping because Christopher's just standing there, frozen in shock. And he shakes himself, smiles, extends a hand and welcomes the cadet on board, before passing her off to Una as quickly as possible without being truly, overtly rude.

And then he tries to avoid her, at the very least, without making it overly obvious. Because of all things, of all things the universe to throw at him - facing his own mortality for the time crystal, facing the consequences of his warning the cadets about the accident - Christopher never would have expected to see another version of the woman who caught him so off guard. But then again, after all the things he's seen, everything he's been through - why wouldn't their paths cross again? A one in a billion chance of being sent to an alternate universe, so what are the odds he'd run into another version of someone who was dear to him, could have been everything to him.

A fixed point in space, anchoring together.

But she doesn't know him. All she knows are the stories she's heard, of the Enterprise, of her crew, of her captain - stories that left her with stars in her eyes and a burning determination to earn her place aboard. When she finally does, it's everything and nothing like she imagined. The crew is amazing, the work is interesting and the ship, my god, the ship is everything she could have dreamed of. But the captain...well. He's friendly enough, but he's standoffish in a way that surprised her, more than a little. After everything she'd heard, all the stories she'd been told, the reports she had read, she thought she would have been welcomed a little more warmly, maybe even been invited to one if those famed dinners she'd heard about.

But Captain Pike's distant with her. Cool, even, which was startling to say the least, especially when she considered how he interacted with the rest of the crew, especially his bridge crew. So for her to be on the receiving end of that polite but distant attention - it hurts. More than she thinks it should, but there's an echo to the hurt she doesn't understand. She pushes through, because he's not displeased with her, and she earned her place aboard the Enterprise, goddammit. She won't let some jumped up flyboy's displeasure over her presence get in the way of the one posting that will make or break her career.

A fixed point. Two stars, anchoring each other, repelling apart - would it be total destruction or the creation of something new?

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80yearoldmanmoodboard · 2 days

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Monkee Monsters 💛

GUYS you don’t have to read the stupid notes I wrote on the Micky/Davy page! I drew that in April and didnt plan on showing ppl you can if you want but if you don’t like my stupid notes I WARNED you. The only reason they’re here is cause I thought @whenim64 would enjoy Invisible Man Mike and it would feel strange posting floating clothes and being like “guys look at the monkees!!” So I gave the non-invisible man enjoyers something to look at. I hope you’re HAPPY but anyway this is for one of you but the rest are allowed to perceive it or whatever have fun.

#DO NOT WORRY ABOUT WHAT MIKES SAYING I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BUT ID ALTEADY DRAWN HIM TALKING!!!#davy jones #the monkees #mike nesmith #Micky Dolenz #gasp I didn’t make an excuse to draw jork fanart??#i know surprising but here you go #I do genuinely love the Monkee monsters in the show and I thought it’d be fun to draw the invisible man too #I’m a big vampire lover #and I think werewolves are fun #wolfman Micky is true and real #the invisible man

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thislovintime · 1 year

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From Nick Rocks in 1987, Peter, Davy, and Micky with contest winner Adrianne.

"Peter explained that, while Davy is a vegetarian, he himself isn’t because he only eliminates red meat from his diet. Micky took the time to explain hippies to Adrianne and mentioned that he guessed that no one had ever told Henry [Diltz] he couldn’t be a hippie anymore. The guys each took a turn in the D.J. booth at the restaurant, and Davy visited with Talia and Sarah. Adrianne presented the letters from her class to the Monkees, and Peter took the time to write each child’s name on an 8x10 photo before passing it on to the other guys for autographs. […] Adrianne says her favorite part of the whole thing was 'doing the Monkee walk’ with the boys for the Nick cameras. Connie [Adrianne’s aunt, who’d entered her niece into the contest] described her favorite part as 'being around Peter Tork. He was just incredible the whole time, very nice… made us feel really welcome and special.’ The evening was not without its flaws, however. Although neither lady would have traded the experience for anything, there were some things that weren’t exactly as they had been led to believe. The dinner wasn’t as intimate as it had been promoted — the camera crew was on the scene constantly and the confusion level was out of this world. Micky seemed very tired and removed from the scene, while David spent a lot of time visiting with his daughters. Only Peter seemed devoted to the family and the event." - Monkees Business Fanzine, March 1988

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Q: “What are your memories of The Monkees Contest event as an 8 year old?” Adrianne Bommer: “I have lots of memories....I remember the guys teaching me to do the Monkeewalk. I remember being scared and overwhelmed a first. Something funny...I was so worried that the boom guy was going to hit me in the head. The guys were very patient. They made me feel at ease. Just like talking to regular people. It all was exciting. Shopping for a dress, the hotel we stayed at, going to California, riding in limos, eating at a fancy restaurant.” [...] Q: “Are you still a hardcore monkees fan to this day, and how does it feel to be a small part of monkees history?” Adrianne: “I never really thought about being part of a monkees history but I guess I am. Being in a video and in magazines and all. Yup, I'm still a fan!” [...] Q: “Which Monkee did you connect with the most? Who made you feel the most comfortable?” Adrianne: “Peter. He was very sweet. I remember after dinner we were all in the parking lot getting ready to leave and the zipper on my coat was stuck and Peter pulled me away from the cameras and all the people and fixed my jacket. I don't remember what he said to me only that he was really nice. He was very attentive the whole day.” [...] Q: “What did you like the most about each individual member of the group?” Adrianne: “Peter was very nice and so was Davy. [Micky] was very funny. At the hotel when he first came out, he kept pretending to fall in the pool.” - via Facebook (2010); for the full interview, read on here

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(For those interested in the detail, the dinner orders were: a grilled cheese sandwich, fries, and a vanilla malt for Davy; fried chicken for Peter; and chili and a malt for Micky, according to Monkee Business Fanzine.)

You can watch more here.

#Peter Tork #Davy Jones #Micky Dolenz #Monkees fans #The Monkees #Monkees #1987 #1980s #Tork quotes #80s Tork #<3 #(also not surprising that Peter was the one who made her feel the most comfortable; seems like he had a way of being disarming)#Tork videos #('Peter took the time to write each child’s name' <3)#(and 'being around Peter' as the favorite part is so relatable)#long read #Tork fan recollections #Monkee Business Fanzine #can you queue it

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cadavercowboy · 3 months

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One of the worst parts about being a writer is reading through an outline, getting really excited for the story you've planned out, and then opening a fresh doc just for your brain to shrug its shoulders and go "...okay, now what?"

#I DON'T KNOW BITCH U TELL ME!!!!!!#you came up with these ideas now DO SOMETHING with them moron #anyway i found my outline for my lee bodecker series and was thrilled to get back to it #guess how many new words i've written #i'll give you a hint...it starts with N and ends with ONE #micky says #writing

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the-alan-price-combo · 6 months

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in which Mickie Most crashes Alan and Eric's lunch date to ask them if they want to cover a song 🙏

#this article... THIS ARTICLE..... AAAGHGHGHH #wanted to draw something for it for ages!!!#the issue of 'rave' that it came from was actually my first vintage magazine ever......#and this article is what inspired me to keep searching for animals articles in other magazines 🥹🥹🥹#i was already into the animals at this time (october of 2020) but this r e a l l y spurred me on into devoting my braincells to them #so..... THANK YOU MICKIE MOST. FOR HAULING ALAN AND ERIC TO A WEIRD PUB THAT THEY HATED. AND WRITING ABOUT IT.#it's this article that also made me a little 🤨🤨🤨 about alan and eric's relationship like..... mickie wanted to go at them as a unit.....#hmmmmmmmmmmm......#....they made more joint decisions then either of them would like us to know. bUT I KNOW!!! I WROTE A WHOLE ESSAY ABOUT THEM.#anyway. such a fun drawing to do!! love incorporating little backgrounds whenever i can!!#eric burdon #alan price #the animals #1965 #classic rock fanart #classic rock #the animals fanart #60s rock #british invasion #mickie most #worried life arts #the song was 'bring it on home to me' btw #and the issue of rave is june 1965 🙏

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cryptidcorners · 2 months

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au where derek isn't even a rich guy, he's just living regularly. watched a video and i just imagined his divorced parents arguing at his lego Batman themed birthday party as a kid lmfao.

#the beekeeper #derek danforth #josh hutcherson #📖 not a request/writing #miscellaneous #Clay is just some bitchy neighbor and Micky is a co-worker he wants to boykiss rlly bad

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walker-extended-universe · 8 months

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The Long Road Home Chapter 5

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4

Relationship(s): Cordell Walker & Liam Walker, Cordell Walker & Micki Ramirez, Cordell Walker & Stella Walker & August Walker

Tags/Warnings: PTSD, Psycogenic Mutism, Mute Cordell Walker, Therapist Micki Ramirez, Misophonia, Hallucinations, Insomnia, Hurt/Comfort, Dissociation, Hurt, Pyschological Trauma, Trauma Recovery, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence

Story Summary: Cordell Walker, Texas Ranger, was undercover for 11 months. He went dark for several of them. When he finally came back online, he wasn't the same man he was when he left. What happened and how will he recover?

An alternate universe exploration of Walker coming home.

Chapter Summary: Cordell is home and the family can't seem to decide on how to handle his recovery. Thank goodness Micki has his back.

Taglist (if you would like to be added, let me know!): @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Cordell has been home for a while now. Liam got him situated in the farmhouse that Mom and Dad finished up in his absence. Ideally, the kids will be moving in there with him one day. For now, they’ll stay at the main ranch house with everyone else.

August was the first one to break the silence on this issue. “Can we see him? Now that he’s home, I mean.”

“Uh, well….”

“It’s a yes or no question,” Stella snapped. “Can we see our dad or not?”

Liam sighed. “You can, just not right now. Your dad needs time to…decompress first. You can see him when he’s ready.”

“Well, when will he be ready then?” Stella asked.

“I’m not sure.” It was the most honest thing Liam had told them since Cordell went dark. “He…. He’s just not in a good place right now. He’ll bounce back eventually. We just need to give him time.”

“How much time? What’s even wrong with him?”

“He’s just dealing with a lot right now. I don’t know how much longer it will be. Just…. Be patient, okay?”

Stella huffed and got up. “Whatever. Come on, Auggie. We’re gonna be late for school.”

His mother watched the kids storm out and turned to him. “They deserve to see their father,” she started

“Not like this,” Liam cut in. “Cordi- He’s not who he used to be. He doesn’t talk. He barely eats. He barely sleeps. He has a hand tremor. He- he’s not in his right mind most of the time as far as I can see.” Not that Liam ever really knew what was going on in his head. “I know they want to see him and I know he wants to see them too but- I don’t want them to see him like this. Maybe when he’s better….” The If he ever gets better went unspoken.

“Maybe you should explain that a little better than,” Bonham cut in. “He’s their father. Doesn’t he deserve to see his kids.”

“When they can see him without being traumatized, I’ll think about it,” Liam snapped back. “I just- I get it. I do. I know they want to see each other and live together again but…. I just don’t think they can deal with Cordi the way he is now. And he needs to be able to focus on getting better without worrying about how they’re coping with it. Keeping them apart is the best thing for them for now.”

That’s what Liam was going to keep telling himself anyway.

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It had been almost a month since he came home and Cordell was used to being alone at this point. Liam was the only one that came to visit him (though it seemed weird to call it a visit since they were all living on the same property) and that was mostly after work, sometimes in the morning if it was a weekend.

He always asked Liam when Stella and August would start coming over but his brother kept brushing him off with one excuse or another about homework or ‘adjustment periods’. Cordell didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know Liam was lying through his teeth. He knew why Stella and August weren’t coming over. Liam probably didn’t want them to see him like this.

But he needed to see his kids. He needed to hold them and hug them and know that they were okay and that they didn’t hate him. Was that too much to ask?

All that to say, he was very surprised when he heard the front door to the house unlock without Liam’s usual telltale greeting.

“Hello? Dad? Are you up?”

Stella?

Cordell dashed to the entryway and was greeted with the sight of not one but two children. His children.

He wanted to say something. He couldn’t, but he so badly wanted to. He settled for holding out his arms to catch them in a hug.

For the first time in a long time, the thought of human touch didn’t terrify him. It had been far too long since he held his children in his arms. He held them tight, relishing in the fact that he was home and his children were here and they were all safe.

After a few minutes of just silent hugging, Stella and August pulled away. Cordell managed to keep a hold on their shoulders and led them to the living area so they could sit and talk. Well, sit and communicate.

“Are you okay, Dad?” August asked, brow furrowed in concern.

Cordell shrugged and scanned the coffee table for the notepad he used to “talk”. He grabbed it once they were all sitting on the couch and tried not to let their confusion bother them. He wondered what Liam had told them about him. I’m as okay as I can be right now. And I’m so happy to see you two.

Stella’s eyes flicked between the notepad and his face. “... You can’t talk?”

Well, that answered one question. I guess your Uncle Liam didn’t tell you much about my condition?

Stella shook her head. “He’s not telling us anything. He just keeps saying that you need time to ‘decompress’ and that he’ll let us see you when you’re ‘ready’.”

August bit his lower lip. “....You’re never going to be ready enough for Uncle Liam, are you?”

Cordell shook his head. I think I’m too broken for that.

“You’re not broken! You’re just- You’re different. And that’s okay. You’re still- You’re our dad. That’s not going to change. Ever.” The fire in Stella’s eyes was as comforting as it could be frightening. “We still want to live with you. We miss you.”

Cordell swallowed hard and blinked back some very proud tears. It won’t be easy. I’m different in a lot of ways. I don’t talk. I have a hard time sleeping. I react badly to loud noises. Eating is hit or miss. I dissociate a lot and I don’t react well to unexpected touches. I want to live with you too but I understand if this is too much for you.

“It won’t be,” August promised. “It won’t be easy but…. We’ll learn. You’re seeing a therapist, right? Can we talk to them? They can help us figure it out, right?”

He nodded. Micki would definitely be on board with helping and she wouldn’t sugarcoat it for any of them. I can ask her if she can sit down with all of us and advise us on that. He hoped she would. He wanted this so badly, and he could tell the kids did too.

“Stella?! August?!” Liam burst through the back door. “Cordi have you seen-” He stopped and stared when he saw them sitting on the couch together. “Oh. There you are.”

August smiled sheepishly while Stella just glared at him.

Liam coughed awkwardly. “Uh, Cordi, can we talk? Alone?”

“No,” Stella said before he could respond. “You wanna say something, say it to all of us.”

Liam pressed his lips into a thin smile. “Alright. Well, first of all, you two could’ve left a note. Or told someone where you were going.”

“None of you would’ve let us come over if we told you,” August muttered.

“Second,” Liam continued, not acknowledging his nephew, “There’s a reason I didn’t want you coming over here yet. I’ve told you, your dad’s just not ready.”

Cordell glowered at Liam, who suddenly turned to face him. “You should’ve turned them away. Or at least let me know where they were.”

Cordell picked up his notepad. Sorry my excitement over seeing my kids for the first time in almost a year was inconvenient for you.

Liam set his jaw. “Well, you’ve had your family time. It’s time to go back.”

“Fine,” Stella snapped. “But we’re coming back again.”

“No, you’re not. Not until your father-”

“He is ready!” Stella argued. “And so are we. We can start living together and-and help him! We want to!”

“That’s not for you to decide,” Liam said sternly. “Come on, it’s time for both of you to come help Mawline with dinner. Now.”

Stella glared but otherwise stayed silent as Liam led them out of the house. Cordell thought the house had never felt lonelier than it did after they left.

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“Honey, let me help.”

Cordell let go of the folded clothes his mother apparently thought he couldn’t handle putting away by himself.

He knew she cared. He knew she was just trying to help. He knew she thought she was doing the right thing. He was still irritated at her hovering mother henning.

After the incident when Stella and August snuck over to see him, Liam had allowed their parents to start making visits if they wanted but the kids were on lockdown. Cordell appreciated getting to see his parents again, of course he did. He just wished it didn’t come with the same obvious overbearing judgment that Liam held.

“Have you eaten anything today? Let me make you some lunch.”

I’m not hungry he couldn’t say. I can barely stomach toast most days. I probably won’t be able to eat whatever you’re making. She probably wouldn’t listen to him even if he could say it.

He was starting to miss the quiet of an empty house.

His mother took over the kitchen and sent him to the living room to wait. So, he sat on the couch and waited as instructed. Nevermind that he could make his own lunch or at least help. Yes, his hand tremor made it difficult for him to hold a knife but he could stir a pot or set out ingredients or something.

Oh well.

He sat on the couch and waited. As he waited, his mind wandered. And wandered. And wandered.

The thing about his dissociation episodes is that he couldn’t really control or predict when they happened. One moment he would feel perfectly fine, the next he’d realize hours had passed and he hadn’t moved or drank water for any of it without even realizing. This wasn’t like “zoning out” in class or daydreaming in the office. Being so completely out of it that he was unaware of his own body, let alone the rest of the world, was scary. Especially so when it took him a while to “come back” to awareness. Micki said it was likely a holdover survival technique his brain developed when he was in captivity and that it would lessen over time as he started to heal and realize he was safe at home. He didn’t see that happening anytime soon but he trusted her.

The biggest trouble with his episodes was that it was pretty much impossible for anyone to tell he was in one. Aside from Micki, that is. Which led to trouble.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he abruptly stood up, pushing the person away.

He didn’t realize who it was until he heard his mother cry out.

He stared at her dumbly. She stared back with wide eyes that held more than a hint of fear. His mouth formed around an apology that wouldn’t come out.

“I…. I’ll be outside,” she said eventually. “Your lunch is on the counter. Eat all of it, please.”

The door slammed shut behind her, and Cordell wondered if maybe his brother was right after all.

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Liam was a little surprised when Micki insisted on meeting the entire family, but perhaps he shouldn’t have been. Abeline was happy to invite her to dinner and get to know the woman that was putting her son back together.

Dinner was a cordial affair with polite conversation, all of them avoiding the topic of Cordell’s condition. Liam wanted that to last a little longer, preferably the whole evening. But he should’ve known Micki had a reason for wanting to come over in the first place.

“That was a lovely dinner, Mrs. Walker.”

“Call me Abby.”

Micki smiled. “Abby then. Now, I hate to kill the mood but there’s something important we need to talk about regarding Cordell’s treatment.”

Silence fell over the table, none of the Walkers knowing quite how to react. Micki took it in stride; she was probably used to having conversations like this.

“I’ve been talking with Cordell about how he’s settling in and I think we need to make some adjustments. The first of which is that Liam can’t be the only one dictating his schedule and who’s allowed to see him.”

Liam clenched his jaw. “I’m trying to do the right thing for my brother.”

“I’m sure you are. But Cordell feels…unheard. It’s going to be a lot harder for him to adjust and recover if he doesn’t have a say. You can’t just lock him inside until he’s ‘fixed’. Isolation like that actually has a good chance of making his condition worse. I understand that wasn’t your intention, and that’s why I wanted to have this meeting now. I think it’s important that everyone is on the same page as far as what Cordell needs for his recovery.”

“Well, what would you recommend then?” Liam asked, unable to stop a note of irritation from slipping in.

“I think we need to look at creating a timeline for Stella and August to start living with him.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Abby cut in. “We’ve been testing things out with him and…. I’m not sure he’s ready.”

“Maybe he isn’t. Or maybe he is and the rest of you just need better education on how to live with him. Cordell wants to live with him, and I understand they want to make that move too.” Micki glanced at the kids for confirmation and they nodded. “I think this could be beneficial for Cordell and give him a good goal to work toward. It’s not going to happen overnight; I need to work with him on communicating his needs and Stella and August need to learn how to deal with his condition so they don’t accidentally trigger him.”

“And you’re sure this is a good idea?”

Micki cut Liam a look. “You don’t?”

“I’m just not sure he’s ready for that.”

“As his therapist, I think he is. You’re welcome to disagree but, seeing as I know a little more about trauma recovery than you do, I’ll be taking the lead on what is or isn’t good for his treatment. Is that okay with you?”

Liam nodded. He couldn’t argue with that. “Sure. We’ll give it a shot.”

He just hoped she knew what she was doing.

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