My Ruby Redfort One-shots

White and Red

"Are you sure that you want that dress LB? Its very, um, well, red, and wedding dresses are supposed to be white. Unless you're implying something for me," I hear Bradley protest for what feels like the thousandth time, but is really only the tenth.

"Bradley, remind me to never take you shopping! You're impossible," I reply exasperated, causing Dr. Harper to nod vigorously, Hitch to burst out laughing, and Bradley to make looking offended.

"I'm not that bad, Birdie. I'm just... nice try evading the question Birdie. Seriously, why does it have to be this dress? Its Ruby Red. I don't know much about what women are supposed to wear, or fashion, but I know that wedding dresses are white, not red. This and you evading the question, causes me to think that you are indeed implying that-" 

"Baker, what have I told you about calling me 'Birdie' especially when people are around; the fact that they're the best man and maid of honor at our wedding still doesn't mean that you can call me that. And, I'm choosing red because I can't stand the color white. It's so plain, boring, and easy to ruin. Red, on the other hand, can't get ruined, and its my power color. Furthermore, it's the main color of our wedding, and it's my dress that I'll be wearing, so let me pick the one that I want out," I lecture, causing Bradley to look sullen and Hitch and Dr. Harper to exchange a look of amusement behind my back. 

"I don't understand it but fine." Bradley hurts while crossing his arms over his chest. This gesture caused whatever self restraint that Hitch and Dr. Harper had keeping them from howling with laughter to break.

 While everyone was distracted, I give one of my ever rare smiles, and know that I'll remember this moment forever. A glimpse of happiness in my gloomy life.

 6 months later At 3 AM

After Bradley and I finish talking, after I made my choice and had to watch the love of my life be shot down, I break down and start sobbing.

He's dead. He's dead on our wedding day. What started out as me going home to grab my wedding dress ended in me killing my husband. No, he's still my fiance. He was 3 hours away before becoming my husband.

I grapple for something, anything, to dry my tears on, and come across a silky material. No, it's impossible, I left it upstairs in my closet. There's no way that it's down here. I think as I open my red eyes. 

It is: its my wedding dress. The thing that I would put on and twirl in, the thing that I always felt beautiful in. Red always was my color, and I loved the material of this dress. Now all it it does is remind me of something that I'll never have, something that I dreamed of, and came three hours away from having, but then self-destroyed my chance. It reminds me of the bickering we did, of the happiness I felt that day, and how he later complimented me saying that I looked striking in the dress. The dress reminds of everything that I'll never feel again. 

I hear the dreaded voice speaking again, "Well LB, it seems that you should have chosen white to your wedding, then you really could have worn it on a special day. I guess looking like you've seen a ghost will just have to do. On that subject though, seriously red. I mean, I get that it's the color for romance, power, passion, and blood things that are in your life in a daily basis, but wearing it to your wedding? You really should have chosen white, alas now you'll never get to wear a white dress. You're too loyal to the past, even if you and Hitch are old flames."

I suck in my breath quickly. How does the person know so much about me. I mean, they even know that Hitch and I had a fling about six years ago. The only other person who knew that was Bradley. For goodness sake, they know that I loved the color red. 

The voice keeps on taunting me, but I hear nothing. All that drums through me head is that he's dead, and that it's my fault. 

Two hours later, I feel a presence hovering over me. Hitch. He can see the tear stains all over the red dress, and assumes that I've already heard the news. 

"I'm so sorry LB. I'm so sorry." He mummers rubbing her back.

"I-I-I need to-" I start to stammer, but Hitch cuts me off.

"Stay at home? Yes you do."

"Hitch-"

"No, LB. I'm not going to let you drown your grief in work. Not yet anyway. Take a few days off. Accept that this has happened. Leave everything to me." Hitch says sternly, before shaking his head. This shouldn't have happened to them, especially not today. 

"I'm glad you finally let me back into the sector that I run," I say as I saunter into my office which he has kept me from for the last week. 

"LB, why-" Hitch starts before I put my hand up for silence.

"They all have their reason behind me wearing them. If you can figure it out, then you deserve to know. If not, then you should get put if my office and stop gawking at me." I respond, sternly, showing Hitch that I won't be questioned. Not on this, not anyone. The voice taunted me, so now I'm responding from the taunts.

Though, I can't blame them for being surprised. How I preached on how I would never wear white, and then all of the sudden, I show up in a white pant suit. No one knows what it represents though, no one but one person. 

A white pant suit that represents the life that drained out of me, when I was forced to make what should have been the happiest day of her life, the hardest to get through is the obvious answer to the few that know about what I had to do. While this answer seems obvious, and is partly true. But, anyone from the wedding who knew everything, would now that its really because I never got a chance to wear white on my special day. I did it as irony, that white represents pure, innocent, while I was anything but, at least in my mind. Besides, whoever taunted me should have know better, part of it was just to spite that person. Another part is to show that I am resilient, and that I will rise no matter what you throw at me. 

The red toenails. Anyone from old Spectrum knows that red was my power color, especially the shade of Ruby Red. I loved it, looking better than amazing in it, and I knew it too. Red represented everything that she had, that is until romance was missing. She still had power, justice, passion, perseverance, and patriotism for her new country, but no romance. I don't have what if was know for, so I can't fully dress in it. I can have a small reminder to the past, and to focus on the present that I brought upon myself. 

Yes, white and red. An interesting combination that most people could never figure out why LB would use. But someone knew. Someone who was always watching, waiting for the destruction, someone who didn't gawk when she saw LB after six days, but instead smiled at LB's character. If only LB knew what message she was sending everyday, especially on the days that she reapplied her nail polish.

I'm so sorry! I am working on a LBaker songfic, but somehow when listening to a song about undying love between two people, this idea got into my head and I had to write it.