Title: Mood Shift
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
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Date in Calendar: 15 December 2014
Fandom: Poltergeist: the Legacy
Word Count: 856
Summary: When plans go awry, Alex and Rachel get creative to rescue the night and their moods.
Spoilers/Warnings: Post-series AU. Part of the LWM universe. No standard warnings apply.
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Author's Notes: I really need to find a good site to let me write for my girls on a regular basis again. I miss creating for them…
Dedication: My muses, as always…
Beta: Shatterpath, but all remaining errors are totally on me…
From the personal journal of Alex Moreau
It was supposed to be a simple night at home. Kat took Rose and the twins to visit her dorm for the weekend, and Michel is having a boys' night with Jimmy and William. Rachel somehow finagled a favor out of Kerry for a gourmet dinner for two tonight.
Until Kerry's shift went long due to a nasty multi-car accident that happened this afternoon. And then Rachel and Janet chose to join her to help out with triage. And let's not talk about the fact that it's after midnight and they're all still at the hospital. But I can't blame them for it. It's not like any of them meant for that accident to happen.
What on earth is wrong with me? There are people injured or dead. I've just had a night's activities postponed until a later date. I'm being stupid and selfish. What kind of example am I setting for my children? I'm glad they're not here to see me like this.
A knock at the door pulls me from my depressing thoughts. As I turn around, Rachel slips into the bedroom, looking exhausted, but beautiful. My chest aches at the sight of her.
"Hey you," she says softly as she moves to stand behind me, hands massaging my shoulders. "How you feeling?"
I shrug and close my journal. "Feeling sorry for myself." I lapse into silence as her fingers work out the knots that have formed in my shoulders while I sat here all night, alternating between worry, anger, and self-loathing. "What the hell is wrong with me, Rachel?"
"What do you mean?" She doesn't stop her massage, one hand sliding up under my hair to work at the tightness at the base of my skull. "Why do you think something's wrong with you?"
"Seriously? How can you ask me that, Rachel?" I get up and begin to pace around the room. "I've been a selfish bitch about our evening being ruined. You were actually doing something to help people that were in a horrible accident."
She nods and pulls me into a hug as I move past her again. I want to fight, but I'm just too tired. Sighing, I drop my head onto her shoulder and fight another round of frustrated tears. We stand there for a minute or two, Rachel simply rubbing my back and resting her cheek against my temple.
"Okay, so our plans were derailed," she finally says. "That doesn't mean that our whole evening is ruined. We just improvise and make the best of the rest of our night."
"By trusting me," she says, cutting in smoothly with a finger against my lips. "First things first, I'm going to go start filling the tub. While I do that, I want you to strip out of these clothes and go sit in said tub. I'm going to go open that bottle of Madiera we picked up on our last trip to San Francisco and bring it in for us. How does that sound, my love?"
"That sounds heavenly," I reply with a smile. "You spoil me, Rachel Corrigan, and it should be the other way around after the day you've had."
"I came home to you. That's spoiling enough for me. Now get yourself out of those clothes and that depressing funk of yours. I'll see you in the tub in a few minutes."
With that, she turns and heads into the bathroom. I hear the water starting, then watch her walk out of the bathroom toward the bedroom door. The scent of rosemary wafts out after her, spurring me into action. My clothes are quickly added to the hamper before I head into the bathroom to slip into the hot, fragrant water. Just sitting there is already doing wonders for my attitude, especially knowing that Rachel is home and safe.
"Oh, I like that smile," she says when she comes into the bathroom. She sets the glasses of Madiera on the side of the tub, then strips off her clothes. Motioning me to move forward, she eases into the water behind me and pulls me back to rest against her chest. "I take it the bath is already helping to lift your mood?"
"It is. Thank you for doing this, Rachel." I turn just enough to press a kiss to her lips. "And later this weekend, I'm going to treat you, Janet, and Kerry to a special meal. And a spa day next week."
She chuckles and kisses me again, hands stroking across my stomach under the water. "You know you don't need to spoil us, love. It's perfectly all right."
"I know. I just want to make up for my nasty thoughts earlier."
"Well, you can do that by enjoying this bath and these glasses of Madiera with me. You can even do that by joining me in our lovely, comfortable bed after our soak, perhaps for a bit of fooling around?"
A broad smile tugs up the corners of my mouth. "I think I can do that. I love you, Rachel."
"And I love you, Alex."