Sup, mothafuckas!? Why hullo there. Did you miss me? ;P More importantly, did you guys miss Mel? Is everyone having a great Christmas? (I don't even celebrate Christmas but, meh..) Hello and welcome back to Forgiveness, readers! This is the sequel to my previous fanfic, Forgiveness. This is around the point when the game starts. (A very pleasant swearing filled Christmas gift for all! xD)
I still feel really guilty about 'conning' you guys into reading my last fanfic.. I originally wanted to do it when the game starts, but that would make my fanfic too long! So I thought to myself: "What would I be able to do to make it up to my readers? Make ANOTHER fanfic, that's what!"
BTW. If you're new to this series (did I seriously just say that? Dear Lord, what have I become? xD), I highly suggest you have a read of my first fanfic before starting this so that you know the characters I'm talking about. (Particularly Melanie and Logan) P.S. I don't drink, never have, and I don't plan to. Just saying.
Me no own The Last of Us. Property of Naughty Dog.
(#sorry not sorry #I hate TFIOS #the quotes are so fucking quotable though)
Alrighty then.. Hope you guys like it! Enjoy! ;)
10 years later..
Pencil to paper. Lines connecting to one another to make a drawing. A doodle. A sketch. A scribble. That's what I've been doing to preoccupy myself – either re-reading the same fucking book every month, or drawing something that's been bugging me for a while. Stray pencils and paper are always the way to go, for me, at least.
Logan's face comes to mind a lot these days, so drawing him helps to get it out of the way. His mahogany brown hair, his cloudy gray eyes; I miss everything about him, really. I wonder if he ever did make it to Jackson. I'll never know since he fucking abandoned me, but I shouldn't be complaining. He left me with Dad; he's gotten a lot better. He talks a lot more now compared to when I was 17.
I continue to sketch the base of what I remember of Logan's face for another minute or two when I hear a banging on the door. I raise my head in wonder and turn around look at the door for a few seconds, hesitantly wondering about whether or not I should answer the door. The banging on the door continues and doesn't plan on stopping any time soon. I shift in the steel seat and try to get the blood in my - now stiff - gluteus maximus to start flowing again; how long have I been sitting here? An hour or two, maybe?
I hear Dad's footsteps behind me. I turn around and look towards the doorway as Dad's stocky figure emerges from the shadows of his dim room, his hand tiredly resting on the doorframe as he exits the room. "I'm coming," he calls out towards the door. I put my head down and pretend to sleep just before he almost reaches the door. Dad turns towards me, "Why didn't you answer the door?" he asks me tiredly. I shrug my shoulders and reply flatly with my best poker face, "You needed to wake up." Dad snorts and opens the door.
Tess strolls right in with a fierce look in her eyes. I stretch out my arms across the kitchen counter and blow out a breath of air, shaking my head a little in the process. I've learnt from experience; if she has that look in her eyes, do not mess with her. "How was your morning?" The haughty tone in her voice is evident, more than usually, really.
"It was good until you showed up, thanks." I mutter quietly.
Tess shoots me a glare as she as she approaches the small coffee on the far side of the room. "I heard that."
She starts pouring herself a Scotch as Dad closes the door. "Want one?" Tess offers, raising the glass at both of us. I briefly shake my head at her. I don't drink; it's as simple as that. I've only tasted alcohol once, and that was in beer. It tastes like piss and it's fucking disgusting. I guess it's an acquired taste.
"No, I don't want one." Dad replies gruffly.
Tess finishes pouring the Scotch and leans against the table at the other end of the room. "Well, I have some interesting news for you."
I notice the deep crimson colored marks on Tess' cheekbones, so I proceed to grab the clean rag just next to the water bottles. "Where were you, Tess?" Dad asks her gruffly, a hint of concern in his voice. I toss him the rag so that I can continue drawing.
"West End district. Hey, we had a drop to make." Tess takes a long satisfying sip from her glass of Scotch.
Dad walks over to her, a frustrated tone in his voice. "WE. WE had a drop to make." It's adorable seeing Dad worry about Tess. My OTP. My canon ship, sailing all the way to the fucking moon. Dad and Tess were in a relationship at one point, anyways. Not that I'm complaining or anything..
"Yeah, well, you wanted to be left alone, remember? Besides, Mel here wanted to take care of you." That's a completely valid reason, especially because of Dad's mood swings every now and then. I notice Tess shoot him a look as Dad hands her the rag.
Dad ignores Tess' point about me and continues, his voice's volume slowly rising, "So I'll take one guess, the whole deal went south and the client made off with our pills, is that about right?"
Tess chuckles and replies, "Deal went off without a hitch. Enough ration cards to last us a couple of months - easy." Tess takes the cards out of her back pocket and tosses them on the table.
Dad leans against the counter, his back facing towards me, as he asks Tess, pointedly, "Do you want to explain this?" Dad gestures at his own face, asking Tess for an explanation about hers.
She starts to dab her cheekbones with the rag to clean up the dried up blood from the cuts on her face. Tess answers him, straight to the point and matter-of-factly. "I was on my way back here and I got jumped by these two assholes, alright?" Dad pushes his hands off of the counter, almost angry at Tess for going to the drop-off on her own. "Yeah, they got a few good hits in, but.. Look, I managed."
"Give me that." Dad takes the rag out of her hand, takes her by the chin and starts cleaning the cuts on Tess' face for her. If I was still an immature teenager, I would've squealed and fangirled with all my might, talking about how canon and bound to be their ship is. But, because I am a mature 34 year old woman, I simply smile to myself because of how happy I am for them. "These assholes still with us?" Dad asks her, trying to cheer her up.
He manages to get a snort out of her as well as a smile. "That's funny."
"Did you at least find out who they were..?"
"Yeah, look. They were a couple of nobodies. They don't matter. What matters is that Robert fucking sent them."
My eyes widen in surprise, so I ask her, enunciating my words, "Our Robert?" Robert. He's a tough nut to crack. I'm honestly not even sure how I'm supposed to describe that sneaky bastard.
Tess gives me a crude smile, "He knows we're after him. He figures he's gonna get us first." Damn. He's almost like a snake. Sly, cunning, and evasive. More like he is a snake, really.
"Son of a bitch, he's smart." Dad tosses the rag towards my direction; I immediately tug my sketchbook back to make sure Tess' blood doesn't end up on my drawing paper.
"Tess, Dad's right, you know-" I say, trying to calm her down. She's getting hyped, a little too hyped for her own good.
"No." I raise an eyebrow at her as she continues. "He's not smart enough." Tess leans towards us, a smug grin glued to her face. She continues in a whisper, "I know where he's hiding."
Dad and I are both in disbelief. "Yeah, sure. And, I'm totally still counted as young." The sarcasm in my voice drips all the way to the hollow floorboards below us. Dad expresses his surprise with the typical Southern answer, "Like hell you do."
Tess finishes her Scotch and leaves the glass on the table. Slowly, she struts towards the room's exit. "Old warehouse in Area 5. Can't say for how long, though." Is she.. provoking Dad?
"Oh, I'm ready now, yeah?" Dad asks Tess as he opens the door for her.
"Oh, I can do now."
Anyone would just naturally assume that they're gonna ditch me to go have sex someplace else.
"Well?" Tess asks me as she turns around.
"You coming or not?" Dad asks me, on her behalf.
"To get Robert?"
Both of them give each other a look, as if on signal, both of them reply at the same time, "YEAH."
"Oh." Banter. Fucking playful banter. That's what it all was.
"Why the hell not?" I hop off the steel chair I was seated on and stuff my pencil into my back pocket with my eraser. I pick up my A4 sized sketch book and tuck it underneath my arm, before joining Dad and Tess.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (Sorry, I just had to xD) That's chapter one, people! I'll try to update a chapter a week now that we're in Christmas break at the moment!
What are your thoughts on this story so far? Was it rushed? Was it satisfying? Was it annoying to see that Mel is currently somewhat a third wheel in Joel and Tess' already badass duo? Review below, let me know! I love reading what you guys have to say, so please do send me a review or a PM!
*singsong opera voice* DFTSA! :D Have an amazing day, everybody!
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