Taken (PG 13) May 30, 2009 Challenge Collaboration w Lorig
Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 4:43 am
Taken
By Nutmegger911 at the direction of the creative Lorig
Authors’ note – This is in response to the Readers and Writers Collaborative Challenge, wherein the writer acts as scribe for the creative ideas of the reader. In our first correspondence Lorig suggested a story that I would never would have imagined writing on my own. Lorig requested a story where Beth does not know Mick has been watching over her, and she seeks his help in finding her missing baby. She asked for a full circle type of story that played on the “you look familiar” aspect while searching for the child.
Maybe fate isn’t really cruel. Maybe it just smacks you upside the head when you set false limits. Thanks, Lorig, for teaching me to never say never. And thanks to Bluedahlia3 for the beta.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Taken
Beth was roused by a sudden chill. She thought she saw something move by the balcony. When she padded into the baby’s room her heart stopped. The crib was empty. She screamed. She called 911. She called everyone she knew. How could this be happening? Her baby, her little bundle of joy, was gone.
The police came and took a report. An Amber Alert was issued immediately. The crime scene investigators were scouring every inch of her home. Everyone was so supportive, yet they seemed to be preparing her for the worst. She didn’t want to believe it, but with her experience she knew the odds.
BuzzWire sent a film crew immediately. The light went on, the camera started rolling and for the first time Beth was the victim being interviewed. A few perfunctory statements and then “So, Ms. Turner, can you tell us what you’re feeling?”
Beth’s eyes widened in shock. ”Oh my God!” she thought, “I’ve become the money shot!” With that betrayal she lost it. There she was holding up that perfect little picture every mother keeps on her nightstand and wailing, “My baby. I need my baby! Please…” Julia stepped in and took charge, providing the details people needed to help. She wrapped up the interview and shepherded Beth back into the house as Lt. Carl made a statement.
By the time they made it back into the apartment friends had started to arrive. Marissa guided Beth over to the couch. Someone handed her a glass of water and everyone surrounded her offering encouraging words that held the tone of condolences.
Carl walked back into the apartment and Beth was back in fighting mode “So now what? What next?”
“We wait.”
“What do you mean, ‘we wait’?”
“We’ve issued an Amber Alert; we’ve posted pictures at the airports, hospitals, bus stations, and border crossings. We’ve notified the media. We’ve reached out to everyone and now we wait.”
“Carl, I know the odds. When a child is taken the first twenty-four hours are critical. If you don’t find them then you probably never will. I can’t just sit around waiting.”
Carl cut her off, “Beth, cases like this… they are difficult, dangerous, and complicated. You have to proceed with caution.”
“Yes, but you have to proceed. We can’t just sit around talking about it and hoping. We have to do something.” Beth grabbed her bag, her iphone, and her keys and she headed out the door.
“Beth!” Carl called, but she kept going. “These things never end well,” she heard over her shoulder as she bounded down the stairs.
The next thing she knew she was in a sleek hallway pounding on the door of Mick St. John. When the handsome private investigator answered she shoved the photo at him and fell into his broad chest. She immediately felt safe there. “Mr. St. John? Please help me. Someone took my baby.”
“How did you find me?”
“My mother. She told me I should go to you.”
Beth poured her heart out while he listened intently from behind the desk. It was clear he knew the story, and somehow it felt as though she did, too. Everything about him felt familiar. “Do I know you?” she asked.
“You tell me.”
Talbot called. “Beth, where are you? We’re all worried about you.”
“I’m at Mick St. John’s office. If the police won’t help me I’ll do it myself.”
“Beth, that’s not fair. We’re doing everything we can. You need to give us a chance.”
“You should go to them.” It was Mick speaking.
“But I want to stay here with you. We can work on this together.”
“Beth, I’ll do anything to help you, but in this case they are better equipped. Cases like this are…”
“Difficult, dangerous, and complicated; I know,” she interrupted harshly.
He sighed. “You should listen to me. Beth, you should listen to them. If you want to find your baby, you need to go back to your place and let Talbot and the others help you.” His eyes were pleading, his face full of pain.
“But what will you do?”
“Whatever is necessary,” he said with grim determination. “Now go.” He practically pushed her out the door.
Beth was back at her place in no time. As soon as she came through the door her girlfriends crowded around her, asking questions, giving her hugs and offering helpful suggestions. “I have a friend, he’s good at this sort of thing, maybe he could help.” “You know, my brother-in-law is very well connected, let me give him a call.”
Talbot cut through the crowd and gave her a hug. He then held her at arm’s length and looked kindly into her eyes. “I’m trying my damnedest here. Please work with me on this.” He sat next to her on the couch and put his hands over hers.
Beth heard a couple of the uniformed officers in the background. “I don’t know what she expected. She left everything wide open. I mean, she pretty much invited this.”
“Come on, give her a break. You never think it’s going to happen to you. Besides, on the second floor? Who’s gonna just jump up here and take her baby?”
Ben was talking again, “Beth, did you hear me? Can you think of anyone who would steal your baby?”
Suddenly it dawned on her. That shadow in the darkness, she knew who it was. She grabbed her bag and bolted out the door again.
She found him there, on the roof of the Roosevelt, cradling her precious little bundle in his arms. “How could you!” her voice a high pitched whisper of indignation. “I trusted you and you… and you took my baby.”
“I did not.” he said calmly, “You gave me the baby.”
“You’re lying!”
“No I’m not. I told you I couldn’t do this. I begged with you not to, but you insisted. What was I supposed to do?”
“I would never!” she replied hotly.
“You did. Maybe you didn’t understand it at the time, but you did. And now maybe you can’t.” A look of total resignation overtook him. “It’s OK, I understand.” He looked down at the little bundle he held cradled in his arms flashed her a sad smile. “Here, catch.” As he made the toss he fell from the precipice.
“MICK!” she shrieked. “NO!” She grabbed the tiny bundle in mid air and ran towards the ledge, but he was gone. “Nooooo! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,” she sobbed over and over.
Beth woke with a start tearing at her covers. The phone was ringing. She tried to calm herself, but her heart was still pounding as she answered. “Hel- Hello?”
“Good morning, birthday girl.” he purred smoothly into the phone, followed by a concerned tone, “Hey, are you OK?”
“Yeah, you just woke me out of a dream.”
“That must have been some dream. Your heart is pounding a mile a minute.” She cringed. There was no hiding from this man.
“Hey, about tonight, let’s just go someplace quiet and talk. OK?”
By Nutmegger911 at the direction of the creative Lorig
Authors’ note – This is in response to the Readers and Writers Collaborative Challenge, wherein the writer acts as scribe for the creative ideas of the reader. In our first correspondence Lorig suggested a story that I would never would have imagined writing on my own. Lorig requested a story where Beth does not know Mick has been watching over her, and she seeks his help in finding her missing baby. She asked for a full circle type of story that played on the “you look familiar” aspect while searching for the child.
Maybe fate isn’t really cruel. Maybe it just smacks you upside the head when you set false limits. Thanks, Lorig, for teaching me to never say never. And thanks to Bluedahlia3 for the beta.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Taken
Beth was roused by a sudden chill. She thought she saw something move by the balcony. When she padded into the baby’s room her heart stopped. The crib was empty. She screamed. She called 911. She called everyone she knew. How could this be happening? Her baby, her little bundle of joy, was gone.
The police came and took a report. An Amber Alert was issued immediately. The crime scene investigators were scouring every inch of her home. Everyone was so supportive, yet they seemed to be preparing her for the worst. She didn’t want to believe it, but with her experience she knew the odds.
BuzzWire sent a film crew immediately. The light went on, the camera started rolling and for the first time Beth was the victim being interviewed. A few perfunctory statements and then “So, Ms. Turner, can you tell us what you’re feeling?”
Beth’s eyes widened in shock. ”Oh my God!” she thought, “I’ve become the money shot!” With that betrayal she lost it. There she was holding up that perfect little picture every mother keeps on her nightstand and wailing, “My baby. I need my baby! Please…” Julia stepped in and took charge, providing the details people needed to help. She wrapped up the interview and shepherded Beth back into the house as Lt. Carl made a statement.
By the time they made it back into the apartment friends had started to arrive. Marissa guided Beth over to the couch. Someone handed her a glass of water and everyone surrounded her offering encouraging words that held the tone of condolences.
Carl walked back into the apartment and Beth was back in fighting mode “So now what? What next?”
“We wait.”
“What do you mean, ‘we wait’?”
“We’ve issued an Amber Alert; we’ve posted pictures at the airports, hospitals, bus stations, and border crossings. We’ve notified the media. We’ve reached out to everyone and now we wait.”
“Carl, I know the odds. When a child is taken the first twenty-four hours are critical. If you don’t find them then you probably never will. I can’t just sit around waiting.”
Carl cut her off, “Beth, cases like this… they are difficult, dangerous, and complicated. You have to proceed with caution.”
“Yes, but you have to proceed. We can’t just sit around talking about it and hoping. We have to do something.” Beth grabbed her bag, her iphone, and her keys and she headed out the door.
“Beth!” Carl called, but she kept going. “These things never end well,” she heard over her shoulder as she bounded down the stairs.
The next thing she knew she was in a sleek hallway pounding on the door of Mick St. John. When the handsome private investigator answered she shoved the photo at him and fell into his broad chest. She immediately felt safe there. “Mr. St. John? Please help me. Someone took my baby.”
“How did you find me?”
“My mother. She told me I should go to you.”
Beth poured her heart out while he listened intently from behind the desk. It was clear he knew the story, and somehow it felt as though she did, too. Everything about him felt familiar. “Do I know you?” she asked.
“You tell me.”
Talbot called. “Beth, where are you? We’re all worried about you.”
“I’m at Mick St. John’s office. If the police won’t help me I’ll do it myself.”
“Beth, that’s not fair. We’re doing everything we can. You need to give us a chance.”
“You should go to them.” It was Mick speaking.
“But I want to stay here with you. We can work on this together.”
“Beth, I’ll do anything to help you, but in this case they are better equipped. Cases like this are…”
“Difficult, dangerous, and complicated; I know,” she interrupted harshly.
He sighed. “You should listen to me. Beth, you should listen to them. If you want to find your baby, you need to go back to your place and let Talbot and the others help you.” His eyes were pleading, his face full of pain.
“But what will you do?”
“Whatever is necessary,” he said with grim determination. “Now go.” He practically pushed her out the door.
Beth was back at her place in no time. As soon as she came through the door her girlfriends crowded around her, asking questions, giving her hugs and offering helpful suggestions. “I have a friend, he’s good at this sort of thing, maybe he could help.” “You know, my brother-in-law is very well connected, let me give him a call.”
Talbot cut through the crowd and gave her a hug. He then held her at arm’s length and looked kindly into her eyes. “I’m trying my damnedest here. Please work with me on this.” He sat next to her on the couch and put his hands over hers.
Beth heard a couple of the uniformed officers in the background. “I don’t know what she expected. She left everything wide open. I mean, she pretty much invited this.”
“Come on, give her a break. You never think it’s going to happen to you. Besides, on the second floor? Who’s gonna just jump up here and take her baby?”
Ben was talking again, “Beth, did you hear me? Can you think of anyone who would steal your baby?”
Suddenly it dawned on her. That shadow in the darkness, she knew who it was. She grabbed her bag and bolted out the door again.
She found him there, on the roof of the Roosevelt, cradling her precious little bundle in his arms. “How could you!” her voice a high pitched whisper of indignation. “I trusted you and you… and you took my baby.”
“I did not.” he said calmly, “You gave me the baby.”
“You’re lying!”
“No I’m not. I told you I couldn’t do this. I begged with you not to, but you insisted. What was I supposed to do?”
“I would never!” she replied hotly.
“You did. Maybe you didn’t understand it at the time, but you did. And now maybe you can’t.” A look of total resignation overtook him. “It’s OK, I understand.” He looked down at the little bundle he held cradled in his arms flashed her a sad smile. “Here, catch.” As he made the toss he fell from the precipice.
“MICK!” she shrieked. “NO!” She grabbed the tiny bundle in mid air and ran towards the ledge, but he was gone. “Nooooo! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,” she sobbed over and over.
Beth woke with a start tearing at her covers. The phone was ringing. She tried to calm herself, but her heart was still pounding as she answered. “Hel- Hello?”
“Good morning, birthday girl.” he purred smoothly into the phone, followed by a concerned tone, “Hey, are you OK?”
“Yeah, you just woke me out of a dream.”
“That must have been some dream. Your heart is pounding a mile a minute.” She cringed. There was no hiding from this man.
“Hey, about tonight, let’s just go someplace quiet and talk. OK?”
Nutmegger , you were a true pleasure to work with. Willing to reach beyond your comfort zone and write this wonderful story. when I first suggested this idea I wondered how you would do it. To turn it into a metaphoric (is that a word? 
) dream was incredibly creative. Thank you for encouraging me to take part in this challenge. Great job!!
I'd love to hear that conversation between them!
But it IS genius! 
