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TM #216 - Impossible
Feb. 2nd, 2008 02:05 amFebruary 1, 2018
Libby Woodcomb sat on the plush couch, opened the old photo album and began to flip through it. Pictures of her mother and father with other family members and friends were all neatly arranged on the glossy pages. Her mother Ellie noticed her looking through the album and took a seat next to her seven year old daughter.
"Can't sleep?" Ellie asked.
Libby shook her head. "I'm scared. The bad man almost got me."
Ellie put her arm around her daughter. "I was pretty scared for you today too."
"I don' hafta to go to school tomorrow, do I?" asked Libby, timidly.
"I think you can stay home. We'll figure out something for next week over the weekend."
Libby seemed to only half listen to her mother after hearing 'I think you can stay home.' Her focus then shifted back to the photo album.
Ellie then glanced at the page her daughter was interested in. "Those are from about ten years ago," she said, "Your father and I had just gotten engaged then." Upon seeing a picture of herself with Devon and Chuck, she sighed and said, "It's too bad you never got to meet your uncle. I'm sure he would have adored you."
Libby gazed at the picture, deep in thought. Then she said, "He looked a bit older and his hair wasn't so messy. But it was him." Libby then pointed to Chuck. "It had to be," she said.
"What are you talking about?"
"The angel who saved me." She pointed to Chuck again.
"Libby," Ellie cautioned, "I know you have an active imagination-"
"No really!" protested Libby. "He stopped the bad man from taking me. He threw him into a wall."
"Chuck died nine years ago Libby. It's impossible...there's no way...he couldn't even-" Ellie growled, as she began to get angry. "Libby, stop it!" she exclaimed, wanting to dismiss the discussion right away. She then took a deep breath, calming herself. She knew the stress of the day was getting to her. She nearly lost her daughter today...and the death of her brother was a subject she would hardly talk about.
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Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 884
Libby Woodcomb sat on the plush couch, opened the old photo album and began to flip through it. Pictures of her mother and father with other family members and friends were all neatly arranged on the glossy pages. Her mother Ellie noticed her looking through the album and took a seat next to her seven year old daughter.
"Can't sleep?" Ellie asked.
Libby shook her head. "I'm scared. The bad man almost got me."
Ellie put her arm around her daughter. "I was pretty scared for you today too."
"I don' hafta to go to school tomorrow, do I?" asked Libby, timidly.
"I think you can stay home. We'll figure out something for next week over the weekend."
Libby seemed to only half listen to her mother after hearing 'I think you can stay home.' Her focus then shifted back to the photo album.
Ellie then glanced at the page her daughter was interested in. "Those are from about ten years ago," she said, "Your father and I had just gotten engaged then." Upon seeing a picture of herself with Devon and Chuck, she sighed and said, "It's too bad you never got to meet your uncle. I'm sure he would have adored you."
Libby gazed at the picture, deep in thought. Then she said, "He looked a bit older and his hair wasn't so messy. But it was him." Libby then pointed to Chuck. "It had to be," she said.
"What are you talking about?"
"The angel who saved me." She pointed to Chuck again.
"Libby," Ellie cautioned, "I know you have an active imagination-"
"No really!" protested Libby. "He stopped the bad man from taking me. He threw him into a wall."
"Chuck died nine years ago Libby. It's impossible...there's no way...he couldn't even-" Ellie growled, as she began to get angry. "Libby, stop it!" she exclaimed, wanting to dismiss the discussion right away. She then took a deep breath, calming herself. She knew the stress of the day was getting to her. She nearly lost her daughter today...and the death of her brother was a subject she would hardly talk about.
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Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 884
