So, here it is. My David Story.

A little background...

I participated in an interactive fan fiction on a friend's site, and my character ended up with David. I spent so much time immersing myself in his music and stories about him (which are hard to find, by the way) that he took over my thoughts for quite some time. I couldn't get him out of my head. He's still in there, rattling doors and opening drawers and such, but he's behaving himself. Mostly.

This story came out as an outlet for me to try to get through my little obsession. I told some of the girls from the other fan fic exercise, and they thought it was hysterical that I got so wrapped up, that I couldn't think of anything but him.

They convinced me to "go public" with the story, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy it. It starts here.

~ Hath

Chapter 26: David Comes Home

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

On the 17th, Hath drove David’s Navigator to Logan to pick him up. She had packed a good sized suitcase and loaded it and the gifts into the back, and set out. As she was leaving, the UPS truck stopped at the end of her driveway. The package was a cowboy hat from Sam. Hath laughed and donned the tan Stetson, looking at her reflection in the car window. Nodding to herself, she got back into the Nav and headed for the airport. The weekend’s storm had dumped close to a foot of snow on her part of Massachusetts, but the roads were clear, and she made it into the airport in plenty of time to see that David’s flight was delayed. She grimaced, but saw it was only delayed a half an hour. She smiled to herself as she went to the arrivals gate. She settled in with her sign that read “Joker” and waited.

When the pilot came on to announce a slight delay, David groaned. He knew he should have flown out with the others last night – he would have been with her already. He just didn’t want Hath to come get him in the middle of the night. He knew he could have taken a car service to her place, but he also knew Hath would have insisted on driving out to get him. Finally after what seemed like forever, they were on the ground. When David grabbed his carryon from the overhead compartment, he couldn’t help the smile that was plastered to his face. He just couldn’t wait to see Hath in person and tell her he loved her. He waited impatiently for the people in front of him to deplane, and all but ran down the jet way. He came through the door and laughed. There she was; standing there with a sign for him, wearing an incredibly sexy cowboy hat, and grinning like a fool.

David dropped his bag and scooped Hath up in his arms. As he spun her, she held onto the borrowed hat with one hand and David’s shoulder with the other. He set her down and kissed her thoroughly. “God, I missed you,” he said between kisses.

“I missed you more,” Hath said, and pulled back to look him in the eyes. “I love you, David,” she said.

“I love you, too,” he answered and kissed her again, tenderly this time.

A discreet cough behind them let them know that David was still partially blocking the jet way.

“Sorry about that,” David said to the people behind him. “I just missed my girl here something awful.” He walked with Hath a few steps away from the door, kicking his bag along with them, and kissed her again. “I did, you know.”

“Really?” Hath said sarcastically. “I hadn’t noticed.”

David laughed and tweaked her nose. “Brat. Alright, should we get this show on the road?”

Hath nodded. “Let’s go get your other bags,” she said. Arm in arm, they went to baggage claim to get David’s suitcases.

* * * * *
As they were driving through Connecticut, Hath asked David where he wanted to stop for lunch. It was close to two, and they were both hungry. David remembered Hath mentioning that her grandmother lived around here somewhere. “How about Italian? Is there someplace around here we could stop?” David asked.

Hath thought a minute. “I’m sure there is, but my grandmother’s is about a half hour away; we could go there and…” Hath trailed off when she slid a look at David and saw a little self-satisfied smile. Hath chuckled and punched his arm. “Ooh! You sneak! Italian, indeed,” Hath laughed. “Take this exit,” she said, “Nanna will feed us.” She rolled her eyes at David. “You’re unbelievable.”

Hath took out her phone, and called her grandmother. “Nanna? It’s Jenilee; pick up,” she looked at David, daring him to say something. “Nanna? You there?”

“Hi, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Hath laughed. “Nothing’s wrong, Nanna. I’m in the area with a friend, and wanted to know if we could stop by for a late lunch.”

“Of course!” she said, as if there could be any other answer. “Who is this friend? Is this that David your mother told me about?”

“Yes, Nanna, it’s David. We’re on our way to New Jersey for the week, and are just outside New Haven.”

“Is there anything he doesn’t eat?”

Hath covered the phone. “Anything you don’t eat? Besides pork, I mean.” David shook his head. Hath said, “No, Nanna,”

“Good. We’ll see you in what, half an hour?”

“Yep. Thanks, Nanna. Love you.”

“You too, sweetie. Bye.” The older woman hung up.

David smiled at Hath. “You used your given name with your grandmother.”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean I like it.” She stuck her tongue out at David. “My aunts and uncles use it too, but my cousins use ‘Hath’. You up for a big crowd?”

“How big?” David asked.

“Oh, no more than twenty,” Hath said, and David choked back a laugh.

“You’re kidding! What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion; they’re just finishing up lunch,” Hath answered. “If it was something special, it would be more like fifty. Twenty is just family that’s in the area.”

David whistled. “Wow,” he said.

“Yeah,” Hath beamed.

As they pulled up in front of a two-family house, the side door opened, and a small woman came out, wrapped in a long coat. “Nanna!” Hath called, and waved through the window. David parked the car in the driveway, and Hath flew out her door, rounding the car and wrapping her grandmother in a hug. “Nanna, it’s so good to see you!” David came around to join them. “Nanna,” she said, wrapping an arm around David’s waist, “this is David. David, this is my grandmother, Mary Fabrizzi.”

David took Mary’s hand and leaned in to kiss the older woman on the cheek. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Fabrizzi.”

Mary flapped a hand at him. “Eh, you will call me Nanna. Otherwise you make me feel like an old lady.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” David said, smiling.

Mary led them into the house, and the smells had David’s mouth watering. “What is that heavenly smell?” he asked.

Mary laughed. “Such a charming boy. That is lunch.”

As they passed into the dining room, David stopped short, and Hath crashed into him. “What’s wrong?” she asked, then saw. There were easily a dozen people around the dining room table, with stacks of dirty plates and two dozen half-empty serving platters strewn about. They were all talking and laughing loudly, but abruptly quieted when they saw the newcomer. Everyone was staring at David.

“Come on, now,” Hath said. “Certainly you’ve seen a tall blonde man before?” She made the trip around the table, greeting her aunts, uncles, and cousins with hugs and kisses.

“Not a famous one,” one of Hath’s cousins quipped.

“Well,” Mary said, “famous or not, I know you were raised better than to stare.” She went over to the table and pushed at a couple of aunts. “Make a space.” They complied. “I need two more chairs.” One of the uncles went into the cellar to get them without question. “Get the plates out of the oven,” she said, and a cousin jumped up to take care of it.

David just smiled, and looked to Hath. “This is where you get it from,” he said.

“Get what from?” Mary asked.

As they got settled at the table, David took Hath’s hand and told the story about how she had taken over when Sam was hurt, getting the girls organized, and making things happen. Hath blushed, and squeezed David’s hand.

“It’s no big deal,” she said self-consciously. “Any one of them would have done the same if I had given them half a chance.”

David kissed her cheek and changed the subject. “This is just delicious,” he said, tucking into a bowl of gnocchi and chewing with gusto. He looked around the table at all the platters and plates and then glanced into the kitchen, which was tiny. “Nanna, how do you make so much food in that little kitchen?”

Mary laughed. “My kitchen is downstairs,” she said. “Up here is just the staging area. Jenilee will show you the other kitchen later.”

Once Hath’s family got past the fact that he was who he was, they settled back in to a rowdy talkative bunch. Hath kept up with half a dozen conversations at once, switching between Italian and English easily. He laughed at their stories, shared some of his own and actually felt badly when lunch was over. The women started taking plates into the kitchen, and the men folded up the chairs and cleared out of the way, taking David with him.

“Oh no,” Hath said. “I’ve got to show him Nanna’s kitchen, and we have to get going. We have a few more hours’ drive until we get to his house.”

Hath led them down a narrow staircase, and warned David, “you’re tall, you’ve gotta duck down here.” They wound to the back of the cellar and David whistled. “Wow,” he said. “Now this is a kitchen.” He took in the gleaming stainless steel appliances, the three freezers, and wide expanses of butcher block countertops. “What’s through there?” he asked, indicating a low door in the back of the room.

“Aaah, that is – was – my grandfather’s press room,” she said, and led him to the door. He had to bend over to get through, but was able to stand mostly straight up once inside.

“What am I looking at?” he asked.

“This is the wine press, and through there,” she indicated another low door, “is the wine cellar. There isn’t much left of his own wine, so we only bring it out on holidays and special occasions.” She went through and picked up a bottle of unlabeled wine and handed it to David. Holding it up to the light, David saw it was remarkably clear, and a gorgeous burgundy color. “I have a bottle at home that I was saving; next time you’re over, we’ll crack it open.”

David set the bottle reverently on the counter, and took her into his arms. “Your family is wonderful. You are wonderful. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe. Now,” Hath pushed off and looked at her watch and sighed sadly. “We really should get going. Let’s make sure they don’t need any more help up there, then we can head out.”

“We can visit for a while; my house isn’t going anywhere,” David said, kissing her gently.

“Are you sure?” Hath asked.

David was anxious to get her home alone, but could tell that she really wanted to visit with her family. “Absolutely,” he said.

* * * * *
They finally hit Edison around 8:30 that night. They had stayed at Nanna’s for hours, and David couldn’t remember when he had last laughed so much. When they pulled through the gates, Hath’s eyes went wide. “Whoa,” she said under her breath. The driveway seemed to go on forever, and was lined with oak trees. It ended at a wide, low fountain, now dormant, and looped around to the back of the house. David pulled around back and into a huge two-story garage, and parked the Nav between a vintage Harley and a beautifully restored 1972 Plymouth Roadrunner. When Hath got out of the car, she approached the Plymouth and circled it, running a hand lightly over the deep purple paint.

“This is beautiful,” she said. “My father had a car just like this, right down to the color, when I was a kid. It was his most favorite car of any he’d ever owned, and the only brand-new car he’d ever purchased.” She laughed. “I learned to roller-skate with this car – it was my braking mechanism when I couldn’t quite work the stoppers.” She continued circling the car, and crouched in front of it, inspecting the Roadrunner grille ornament, tracing it with her fingertips. “It broke my father’s heart when he had to get rid of his car,” she said. “It needed so much work; it was going to be cheaper to buy a different car, so that’s what he ended up doing.

David smiled. “I bought this a good fifteen years ago from a guy whose father bought it for him when he was sixteen.” He narrowed his eyes. “This kid had to rebuild the transmission, replace the brakes, rebuild the carburetor and alternator, and reupholster the inside, if I remember correctly – and I usually do.”

Hath laughed. “Did he have to re-do the roof fabric because it was all hanging down?” she asked.

David was surprised. “Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.”

Hath looked at David. “Did he buy it in 1978?”

David went to a filing cabinet at the back of the garage. He riffed through the folders, and came out with one. He pulled a piece of paper from it and handed it to Hath. There, in black and white was the original transfer of ownership papers. “Holy shit,” she said, and showed David her father’s signature. “I can’t believe this! I can’t believe it’s in such good shape, and, well, HERE!” She gripped David’s arm. “Did you or this guy replace anything on the dash?”

“No,” David said. “In fact, the guy said he specifically left it alone because –“

“Because he liked the roadrunner and coyote magnets that were glued to it?” Hath interrupted.


“My brother and I did that when we were little. Got our butts smacked for that one, but good,” she had tears in her eyes. “Does she still run well?”

“Purrs like a tiger, and runs like she was new,” David said, shaking his head. “This is too much. Do you know, Jon tried to buy this car from me about a zillion times over the years, and there was always something in the back of my head saying ‘don’t sell; don’t sell’. Now I know why.”

“We’ve got to go back to Massachusetts in this car,” she said. They were planning to celebrate Christmas with Hath’s family, then go away for New Year’s. She turned to David, pleading. “I know we were going to fly back, but please, we’ve got to drive back and let my Dad see his car.”

David pulled Hath into his arms. “Anything you want, baby, you’ve got it.”

* * * * *
David had wanted to give me a tour of the house, but I leveled him with my very favorite Triple-G stare. “You are kidding me, right? What did you say earlier? The house will still be here?” He nodded at me. “Then all I want to see right now is where you sleep.”

“Thank God,” David said, and grabbed my hand, leading me up the stairs and into an enormous bedroom. He hauled me up against him and held me tight; one hand splayed across my back, the other on my ass. I was pressed against his full length, and grumbled that I needed to feel his skin on mine. With frenzied hands, we stripped each other of our clothes, and fell to the bed together. In one swift motion, David slid home, and my eyes rolled back. He stroked gently in and out of me, trying to prolong our release, but I was having none of that. I missed him too much. The next one could be slow but this one, well, this one had to be NOW.

I flipped us over and braced my hands on either side of David’s head. I rode him like the devil himself was chasing me, and when he tried to slow my motions grabbing for my hips, I slapped him away. “Do not try to stop me, sweetheart,” I panted. “I need this.”

David growled and flipped us again, and we came close to rolling off the bed. I started laughing, but my laughter dried up when David reared up and started just slamming into me. I screamed as I went over the edge, “Oh God, David, I love you!” and fisted my hands into the Egyptian cotton sheets, nearly tearing them from the bed. David pumped once more then emptied into me, groaning my name as his head dropped back. He lowered himself onto me, and rolled us sideways. “I love you, too,” he said, and we fell asleep in each others arms.


jonsguttergirl said...

lmao Hath I had to laugh at the lunch at nanna's. Reminds me of a time my ex hubby and I stopped by my grandmother's b4 we were married lol. I thought she was going to kill me for bringing him by and her not having any pasta ready. Loved the chapter!