Gia sits quietly in the waiting room of Neptune’s Sheriff Department. She was never one for sitting quietly – always fidgeting, trying to see what everyone else was doing and be noticed in return. But now…now she likes being quiet, being still. Maybe she’ll turn into a statue. Maybe she’ll stop hurting.
She keeps her eyes trained on a stain on the floor that looks vaguely like Italy (if Sicily were located near Venice). This way, she can avoid the glances of the deputies which are always a nauseating combination of pity and disgust. She resents the mixed message even though she feels exactly the same way, like her body is going to shatter at any moment because surely this much pain, this many varying emotions, can not be contained with in her frame for much longer.
There is grief. Grief because she her father died in a fireball in the sky and she just aches because she is never ever going to see him ever again. She’s never going to sit down and watch a classic Shark game with him. He won’t provide a running commentary on the players and she won’t see his face light up when Cook gets a home run.
Never again will they eat breakfast together, where he’ll make waffles and tell her to take her vitamins. Never again will he look at her with disappointment etched on his face because she brought the Fiat home with a scratch. Never again will they avoid the tension in the house through mindless chatter.
Her life right now would be so much easier if she only had to contend with her grief. But there is more.
She feels betrayed by her father. He’s a…she can’t even think it, let alone say it. She used to think those people were the worst kind of evil. To touch a child…
She’s never been one for grey, always preferring black and white, good and evil, moral absolutes, hierarchy, system, order. Her mother loves order.
It’s easier to think of him as two separate people, or maybe that he had split personalities like Jekyll and Hyde. She can’t reconcile the man who hurt those boys with the man who tossed her up in the air and promised to catch her…and always did.
She feels stupid for not realizing the truth about him sooner. She’d always known that something was wrong in her family. Her parents sleep in separate rooms, she got sent away to boarding school, her brother is…intense and her mother organizes everything.
She blames her mother. Maybe if her mother had loved her father more, hadn’t been so cold, hadn’t been so strict, her father wouldn’t have had to…
No. She can’t blame her mother for that.
She can blame her mother for that moment when Lamb came out of the interrogation room and ordered Rodriguez to take Rodney to the hospital to be tested. Lamb had looked to her mother for confirmation (Is this necessary?) and her mother had shrugged her shoulders in helpless despair, not knowing if her husband had…done something to her son.
Gia hated her mother right then for not knowing. Because fathers shouldn’t touch their sons and mothers should be certain they haven’t.
Deputy Sacks held back her hair for her while she threw up in the flowerbed, and when she was done, he offered to drive her to the hospital.
She was proud of herself then, as she sat with Rodney, held his hand and told him in a strong, calm voice that everything was going to be ok.
But once Rodney was taken home by her aunt, all sense of purpose was lost and, ordered back the Sheriff’s department, she was left alone with her thoughts.
People she knows have been walking in and out of the building the entire week. Staffers with confused expressions have a single mantra: “I swear I didn’t know anything.”
She barely recognized Mac Mackenzie who looked at her with unseeing eyes as her parents tried to walk and hug her at the same time.
Veronica walked in smiling, holding her father’s hand tightly. Gia wanted to go up to her and punch her in the face.
“My Dad is DEAD and you’re smiling?!”
Instead she found that stain on the floor and focused.
A couple of deputies dragged Dick in around 11 AM yesterday. He kicked a trash can and then tried to punch Lamb. Then looked at Gia and muttered, “This is your fault.”
Gia loses track of time as she tries to build walls in her mind to stop The Truth about her father from contaminating the entirety of her brain. She toys with the idea of a Neuro-surgeon cutting it out like a cancer or Jensen Ackles performing an exorcism. She’s so busy thinking of ways to stop thinking that it takes her a while to realise someone has sat next to her.
No, not someone. Logan.
Hello Italy.
“It’s going to get better before it gets worse,” he says quietly. There is nothing of the regular Logan in his voice. None of the teasing, none of the sarcasm, none of the exasperation. His words are calm and measured.
She attempts to respond in kind.
“Don’t you mean ‘It’s going to get worse before it gets better’?”
“No. Better, then worse.”
She draws her knees up to her chin and clasps her hands around them as tightly as possible. He continues on.
“You’ll think you’re ok, that you’re getting better, that the pain is going away. But it’s not - denial, it’s a nice sunny place near the pyramids. Then one day, and it’ll be something small probably, it will all come back to you. It’ll be like getting dumped by the surf and the waves will just keep on coming.”
“Then what happens?” she whispers.
“You have a choice. You can be stupid or smart and being stupider is easier. You can act like an asshole and you’ll probably lose the best things about you. I tried being stupid last summer.”
“What are you doing this summer?”
“I’m being smart. It’s tougher. You’ve gotta get up every day and you can’t go round and piss off people just because you feel like it. But I think, this way, you get better.”
“Ok,” she says. Her eyes feel watery. Nobody’s ever been this honest with her before.
“And you’ll never feel just one thing about him. You’re going to love him and hate him and – "
“And I’ll just have to deal?”
“Pretty much.”
She wipes her eyes with her sleeve and nods.
“I’m sorry about your dad.”
“I’m sorry about yours too.”
He gets up and hands her a piece of paper. A phone number is scribbled across it.
“One day you’ll wake up and you’ll be better. Until then, when you’re doing something stupid because you think it might make you feel better, give me a call when you need help.”
She tries to smile and fails dismally.
“I didn’t think you liked me that much.”
“I don’t. But I know what it’s like. And I know how much easier it is to deal with it when you’ve got someone who knows what it’s like.”
She nods. Spoken words might cause her to break.
He heads off towards the door, with only a backwards glance and a flick of his fingers before he’s gone.
Gia settles back in her chair and clutches the piece of paper in her fist. She doesn’t feel better but she feels minutely more prepared to face the coming storm.
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Date: 2006-07-10 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-11 06:54 am (UTC)Me either ;-) I just the potential in him to do something nice for once, where he wouldn't gain a thing - sort of like in 1.07 with getting Weevil un-expelled.
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Date: 2006-07-10 03:34 pm (UTC)Gia's reactions to everyone coming into the station are vivid and interesting, especially since we don't get to see Gia thing too much.
Logan trying to be a better person, but still you know, Logan, works really well too.
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:00 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
BRILLIANT!
Date: 2006-07-10 04:01 pm (UTC)CC S
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:03 am (UTC)I love your username btw ;-)
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Date: 2006-07-10 04:22 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for sharing - very beautifully written!!
My favourite line was this:
“One day you’ll wake up and you’ll be better. Until then, when you’re doing something stupid because you think it might make you feel better, give me a call when you need help.”
Very Logan, very insightful ..
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:45 am (UTC)I felt so sorry for Gia after 2.22. The betrayl of a parent has to be the most terrible experience and if anyone was going to know how she felt it would be Logan.
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Date: 2006-07-10 04:25 pm (UTC)Actually, I've written a Gia fic. (I'm rewriting at the moment.) I'm so glad you wrote this. There's just not enough Gia fic. And this is terrific. To see Gia try and deal with something like her father's death, something so huge and so monstrous, is painful and also fascinating, because we never get to see this Gia. It does feel very in character for her. Loved Logan's offhanded sympathy, and the little glimpses of Veronica, Mac and Dick, and... everything! Thank you!
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:57 am (UTC)Actually, I've written a Gia fic.
This fills me with joy! I can't wait to read it - there really is a dearth of Gia fic.
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Date: 2006-07-11 08:03 am (UTC)I think most people have ignored or just forgotten that Gia will be affected by what happened too
The focus seems to be on Mac and Dick in terms of fic-that-is-not-being-written-about-Logan-and-Veronica ;-) I think Gia will be gutted by what has happened but I think she has the potential to show some inner strength.
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Date: 2006-07-10 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-11 08:07 am (UTC)That's exactly what I was going for ;-)
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-07-10 05:43 pm (UTC)I think he gave some excellent advice.
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Date: 2006-07-15 05:03 am (UTC)You've managed to get past that hurdle though. Congratulations. ;)
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Date: 2006-07-15 05:27 am (UTC)I was waiting and waiting for someone else to start writing Gia fics because, as you say, there is so much there for a writer to work with. And then I when I started writing I was all, "Damn, serious Gia fic is really hard to write."
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-07-15 06:56 am (UTC)Thank you for writing. :)
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Date: 2006-07-24 05:06 pm (UTC)Great job!
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Date: 2006-07-24 08:55 pm (UTC)reading angsty fic, after just having watched Leon for the first time, and listening to centro-matic whilst reading was not a good Idea, but the fic rocks.
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Date: 2009-03-11 02:28 pm (UTC)We didn't get to see enough of Gia after her dad was exposed, and this really adds something to her. Her denial, her not wanting to be noticed, her completely realistic struggle with trying to come to terms with who her dad really was and trying to place blame somewhere. A perfect opportunity for Logan to step in, swallow his snark and sarcasm and for once be something other than self-serving.
Great fic, I've loved it everytime I've read it. Bravo to you.
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Date: 2010-01-29 10:38 am (UTC)Well done! There really isn't enough Gia fic in the wake of all this (I wrote one, but I may have gone a little OTT tragic with it) and this fic handles what was essentially always a comic relief character, and plays the drama she's in beautifully. Nice snippets of all the other characters too, "My Dad Isn't Dead Yay!" Veronica, poor but comforted Mac, and angry!broken!Dick.
And, massive pats on the back for Logan, for stepping up and being nice.