Pray For Me

Moving Day

Today was the day. All their furniture was being delivered and built. It was going to be a busy day, but they were ready. Nearly two months had passed, and Timothy and Jude couldn't have been happier. They had picked up a few things here and there, but the major furniture like the bed, couches, desks, kitchen and dining room tables and their outdoor furniture were ordered from a warehouse. They had their mattress already, and a few items for their bookshelves that had been delivered last week. Timothy was having his things from the convent shipped out, along with a ton of his things from his home in England. Jude had all of her possessions with her, because everything she owned was with her at Briarcliff.

"Are you ready for the first day of the rest of our lives?" Timothy asks, smiling at her as she sits on the kitchen counter, sipping coffee from her mug. All around them the men were unpacking and building their furniture.

"I can't even tell you how ready I am. I've wanted this for... a while," Jude smiles, leaning back against the window behind the sink. She had one leg hanging off the counter and the other was pulled up to her chest. Timothy thought she had never looked more beautiful. She was wearing a pair of high wasted flair pants and a simple blue top. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she had casual makeup on. The light from the window was shining through her hair, illuminating it like a halo.

He thinks back to Briarcliff, and all of the times he almost lost his standing in the church because he couldn't contain himself around her. To think he almost believed Arden. Timothy and Arden had a mutual understanding that Arden's experiments were solely for informational purposes. When Jude became suspicious, Timothy brushed her off. She was becoming increasingly antsy about Arden, and constantly begged him to go investigate. She knew something was off. Timothy recommended that she head a new facility in Pittsburgh, and she was about ready to leave at the time of the exorcism. Then everything came crashing down around them. Timothy confronted Arden about his research, and demanded to be let into the lab. He witnessed for himself that Jude was right in her assumptions. By the time he built up the courage to tell her she was right, she swooped in and took him away. When she explained Arden's Nazi background, everything fell into place. He knew that if they were to stay there any longer, Arden would have exposed both of them. He had heard whispers of Arden's plan to get Jude committed, but he didn't think much of them. Hindsight is always 20/20.

"Timothy?" Jude asks, snapping her fingers in his face.

"Huh?" He asks, blinking and looking around. She laughs and points to one of the men who is holding a box with Timothy's name on it.

"Oh, uh, just put it in the study please." He says, mildly distracted.

"Timothy, what's wrong?" She asks, scooting forward on the counter and holding his face in her hands.

"What? Oh, nothing, my love, don't worry about it."

"You just seem... distracted. Is everything all right?" Jude's voice is soft, and he shakes his head once more, clearing the thoughts.

"I'm fine," He smiles, leaning in to kiss her softly.

By 3 that afternoon, everything was ready. Timothy had unpacked all his boxes and all their furniture was arranged to Jude's liking. She was giddy with excitement, and she skipped to the phone to answer it.

"Howard residence," She greets, smiling at Timothy who had overheard. He just chuckles and turns back to setting up the TV.

"Jude?" A familiar voice asks. She can't quite place it.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Kit Walker."

"Kit! My God how are you?" She exclaims. Kit was like Lana in the sense that Jude put on a front to fool the other nuns and guards. She had grown very fond of Kit in his time at the facility, and she knew all along that he wasn't bloody face. Of course she never expected it to be Threadson, either.

"I'm doing okay, Jude. Lana told me you had moved down to California."

"Yeah, we just moved in today," Jude smiles, glancing over her shoulder at Timothy, who was still concentrated on getting a signal on the television.

"That's nice. Lana and I decided to come down too. We are roommates now. Her son and my kids are just about the same age. We're renting an apartment and wanted to surprise you with the news."

"That's wonderful, Kit! We should get together for dinner soon and catch up!"

"Yeah! I'll speak with Lana. I'm sure we can work something out!" Timothy shouts in frustration at the TV and Jude laughs.

"It was good talking to you, Kit. I'm glad we're all close again."

"Me too. Bye, Jude."

"Bye," She smiles, hanging up and turning to face Timothy.

"Who was that?" He asks, not looking up from the instruction manual. She rubs his shoulders and sits on the edge of their couch, smiling at him. He looked very mature and educated in his glasses.

"Kit Walker. He moved out here with Lana after they had their kids. I read about Alma being an incoming patient before we got side tracked with the exorcism. I didn't get a chance to look through the entire file, though. I wonder what she did."

"She killed Grace Bertrand." He says, fiddling with some plugs on the back of the television.

"Wow," Jude gasps, shaking her head lightly. The TV clicks on, and Timothy jumps up, proud of his hard work.

"Yes!" Jude laughs at him, enjoying his sudden child like behavior. She wraps her arms around his neck and leans against him, kissing him lightly.

"Timothy, would you care for a glass of wine?" She calls from the kitchen, yawning as she reaches for her glass.

"Yes, please," He shouts back, flipping through the channels.

"What are we watching?" She asks, handing him his glass before curling back into his side. She pulls the blankets back over their laps.

"There's the Addams Family, the Elsa Mars hour or Bewitched."

"Hmm, how about Bewitched?" She suggests, resting her wine glass on her leg. He chuckles and changes the channel, kissing the top of her head.

Jude wakes up and yawns, rubbing her eyes before realizing her situation. The TV was still on, though the volume had been lowered significantly. Timothy had fallen asleep with his head on her lap, and she smiles to herself, stroking her hair lightly.

"Timothy," She whispers, shaking him. He stirs and jumps up, looking around, confused.

"What?"

"Come on, let's go to bed." Timothy collects the blanket as Jude turns the TV off.

"Timothy, come on." She laughs, hitting his shoulder lightly as she passes him on the stairs. He groans and throws himself onto the bed, making Jude laugh again.

"It's our first official night in our new house," Jude says, shaking his arm.

"And?"

"Aren't we supposed to christen it?" She asks. He immediately sits up, smirking at her. She laughs and pulls him down on top of her, reaching out to turn off the lamp on the bedside table as Timothy practically rips his shirt off.