Friday Barnes one shots

Healing hearts

So I sort of re-wrote some of book 7. Not really sure how that works but yeah.

Anyway

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Friday made her way out of the dining hall, making Melanie promise she wouldn't follow.

She scrunched the note in her fist, running through the quiet hallway.

Fresh air. She needed fresh air.

She threw her weight onto the heavy doors and fell out onto the grass of the many gardens and sports fields.

Friday,

Your mother called me today to tell me that they no longer need you as their anchor to Switzerland. Orion had his son and he will now be their anchor.

I'm so sorry. If you ever need me just give me a call, ok?

Love you, Uncle Bernie

A tear ran down her cheek as she thought of the note. 'They no longer need you'

The only reason she was needed and remembered, and now she was replaced.

She walked slowly to a large oak tree and slid down until she was sitting, pulling her knees to her chest.

She closed her eyes, letting the salty tears run little rivers down her face.

Someone sniffed from the other side of the tree.

She opened her eyes, and looked around the trunk to see another person leaning against the tree, sniffing quietly.

Blond hair, soccer uniform, dirt stains on his knees.

Tears were streaming down Ian cheeks and he opened his eyes. They locked on Friday.

She brought her head back and rested it on the tree.

"I didn't know you were capable of human emotion, Barnes," he said, trying to throw as much confidence into his words as he could.

Friday let herself in on the joke. "Neither did I."

Ian chuckled quietly.

"So, what happened to you?" She asked eventually, wiping her cheeks with her sleeve.

Ian didn't say anything for a moment. "My Dad had another son." He handed a photo around to her.

She took it.

The baby had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Issac was written on the bottom in pen.

"He's got the same initials as me." Ian whispered.

"That's not true. You have that W. He doesn't have that." She said.

Ian didn't say anything for a moment, then he asked, "what about you?"

Friday handed him Bernie's letter.

He read it silently. "Oh."

"Looks like we've both been replaced." She said.

Neither of them said anything, until. "You know what? Stuff them. They've never cared about us so why do we care about them?"

She heard him tearing up Bernie's note. She looked at baby Issac, then tore the paper directly down his face. She tore the halves in half, then threw the paper onto the lawn.

Ian reached his hand around the tree. She put her hand in his.

"I heard it gets better." He said, "and that it won't hurt forever. But I'm not sure if that's true."

Friday shuffled around the tree so that she was next to him, but they never looked at each other.

"We'll be ok." She said.

Ian hiccuped.

From that point on, there was some sort of mutual understanding between them. But they never spoke of that moment again.

Their hurt was in the past, now, they had to work on healing.

Together.