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10 July 2009 @ 04:08 pm
Ficlet: Blue Elephant (The OC, Ryan Centric)  
So, I intended to write a happy little piece as a brief distraction from the angst of a new fic I'm working on (but don't plan to post until all 3 stories in the little trilogy universe are done... or at least 2 of them are so I have a huge backlog to post while working on the final story... lol)... but as I looked through my 'Inspiration Pics' folder on photobucket, I saw one that at first glance could have been happy, but... I made it sad... the pic is behind the cut, along with a nice, angsty little story. With no actually dialogue at all... lol

Warning: Veyr much Anti-Marissa.

Ryan was shifting the boxes around in his new condo when he found it. Someone, probably Seth since he never seemed to bother reading the labels Ryan had painstakingly written on the boxes to divide he and Marissa's things while clearing out the old house, must have thought it was one of Ryan's and put it in with the others.

He slowly turned and leaned against the wall, sliding down to sit before opening the box. Right on top, where he'd put it months earlier, when he'd packed in hopes he'd be bringing his girl home to a new house, was the soft, pale blue, elephant he bought for her the day she was born. Her first word, after the prerequisite 'daddy', had been 'elafat', so he was pretty sure the elephant was her favorite.

Was. Had been. Past tense.

His daughter didn't have favorites anymore, couldn't.

He clutched the elephant to his chest, eyes closed as he pictured his little girl the last time he saw her, toddling across the floor on legs faster than he'd really expected, even after seeing how fast Sophie Rose learned years earlier.

He'd scooped her up, smiling widely and telling her how good a walker she was, how fast a runner. He'd planted a kiss on her cheek, making her giggle and grab at his tie, pulling it slightly askew. He'd kissed the top of her head, then set her in the playpen, telling her to be a good girl for her mommy while he was at work, and that he loved her more than the whole wide world.

She'd smiled and waved her hand, happily chirping a "Bye-bye!" as he left, glancing back one more time at his girl and waving his hand.

He'd passed Marissa in the hall, her cell glued to his ear, and he paused to give her a kiss on the cheek on his way out, but she waved him away, still talking to her friend about the remodelling she wanted to do. It was all so completely normal for them.

It was the last time anything would be.

Mid-day, his secretary interrupted a meeting, much to Caleb's chagrin, her face bone white as she told Ryan that his housekeeper was on the phone, something had happened to 'the baby', as the office lovingly referred to his daughter.

The housekeeper had found his little girl in her playpen still, skin cool to the touch and lips tinged blue. She'd yelled for Marissa, who didn't appear, and called 911, but the little girl was in bad shape. By the time Ryan arrived at the hospital, she was comatose, and not expected to recover.

And Marissa was still nowhere to be found. She wouldn't show up for 6 hours, claiming that she left the baby under the housekeeper's care, which the older woman denied between sobs. And Ryan had been more inclined to believe her, since she had never let him down.

It was 3 days before the results of the tox screen meant to find out what happened revealed alchohol in the baby's blood stream. Ryan found out sitting by his daughter's bed, clutching her hand in his, and he'd immediately felt like his stomach had been filled with stones. He'd made sure his girl was as comfortable as possible before going home and tossing things around the playpen until he found her bottle, the one they sometimes still gave her when she went down for naps so she wouldn't spill all over. It was filled with a clear liquid, and when he opened it to taste, he knew what had happened.

Marissa had sobbed when he confronted her, insisting she had just wanted the baby to be quiet so she could talk to her friends, and then she'd forgotten about her when she went out to lunch with them. She hadn't meant to hurt the baby. And it wasn't her...

Ryan hadn't heard the rest, he'd walked out of the room, ignoring her pleas to come back, and gone back to the hospital to be with his daughter and tell the doctors what he'd learned so they could tell the police.

Marissa's arrest made national headlines, with half the media painting her as a villianess who'd plotted to kill her own daughter, and the other half calling her a victim who'd done it out of desperation and depression. That second half attempted to paint Ryan as the villian, verbally and even physically abusive.

That was when the stories had began to come out. The people coming forward to say in interviews that they saw the opposite, that Marissa was abusive towards Ryan, psychologically, verbally, and even physically.

Zach made a point of breaking from his own campaign for a California Senate seat to defend Ryan, mentioning the time Marissa through a wine glass at Ryan's head because he'd taken her aside and quietly asked her to stop drinking for the night. Zach told them how he'd taken Ryan to the hospital to get stitches himself, and listened to Ryan lie that he'd fallen because he wanted to protect Marissa.

None of it changed anything, though.

People still tried to blame Ryan.

People still painted Marissa as the poor victim.

People still hung around the house and the hospital, hoping to catch a glimpse of them.

His daughter still lingered for 3 months before enough brain function ceased for the doctors to tell Ryan she was braindead.

And a week after that, a week spent trying desperately not to drink until he was in the same shape as her, Ryan agreed to have her taken off the respiratory.

And a few hours after that, his baby girl died in his arms while Sandy and Kirsten sat on either side of him, trying to help even though they couldn't.

He hadn't been able to return to the house, instead crashing in the poolhouse and spending the two months after his daughter's death drinking just enough to pass out each night. But after Sandy reminded him that his behavior could make it easier for Marissa's defense, he pulled himself together. There was no way he would let Marissa get away with what she had done.

There were still months to go before the trial, but Ryan had decided that he needed to stop living in limbo, waiting for something to happen.

He wasn't getting his baby girl back.

He wasn't going to be able to single handedly make Marissa pay, not without ruining his own life, too.

He wasn't going to give Marissa the satisfaction of knowing she took him down with her.

So, 3 months after his daughter died, he found a small condo in a nice neighborhood. One bedroom, large kitchen, large living room, a small back porch that overlooked the ocean and had steps leading down to a little stretch of beach that was technically considered to be his 'yard'. It was fairly close to the Newport Group Offices, he could even walk to work on occasion if he wanted to, but it was on the far side of town from the house he'd shared with his family.

And now, he sat against one wall, clutching a blue elephant as though it had the ability to fix everything, if he just held tight and wished hard enough.

The End
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: I Shall Believe - Sheryl Crow
Kat: Elephantkatwoman76 on July 10th, 2009 11:01 pm (UTC)
Poor Ryan. Such a sad story.
finleefinlee on July 11th, 2009 12:37 am (UTC)
Oh *sniff*! Just heartbreaking!
kazfloyd: ending Ryankazfloyd on July 11th, 2009 12:47 am (UTC)
Awww, poor Ryan.
chrisearchrisear on July 11th, 2009 01:53 am (UTC)
ok now u made me cry... I never liked Marissa...but wow she is a mess in this story
jujuberry136: spockjujuberry136 on July 11th, 2009 04:04 pm (UTC)
*heart breaking*

That was so sad! I'm choosing to believe that Marissa will get lots and lots of jail time (even Julie and Kaityn testify against her) and then Ryan meets a neighbor of his who's really sweet and he lives happily ever after.
Maramissmara on July 11th, 2009 10:22 pm (UTC)
Yeah, trust me, in my head, that's how it plays out. Kaitlin would defintiely testify that Marissa cared more about shopping and being 'glamorous' than she did her daughter, and considering the fact that Julie's first grandchild died because of Marissa's behavior, I think even Julie would testify against her... and of course the staff at the house (housekeeper and gardener), and the staff at The Newport Group who adored the baby...

I imagine that Ryan will go on to meet someone else and fall in love, and be happy... probably have other kids (either biological or adoptive) and he'll never forget his first child, but he'll love his later children just as entirely... maybe hold them as even more prescious because he knows the pain of losing his child.
60schic60schic on July 13th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
And perhaps this is the follow up you need to write? *nods*

Excellent, while it chilled me to the bone.
teachertamteachertam on July 13th, 2009 09:04 pm (UTC)
Heartbreaking! Poor Ryan.

Well done.
oc_gambit2oc_gambit2 on August 4th, 2009 02:55 am (UTC)
Devastating. In the best possible way. *sobs*
dogsbody01 on May 19th, 2010 10:03 pm (UTC)
You're killing me.Of course,Marissa giving a baby, a bottle laced with alcohol;just so she wouldn't be interupted, by a child's demands;seems true to character.
thekiller00thekiller00 on October 15th, 2014 06:50 am (UTC)
This is a really sad story. Although I could see it happening if Marissa turned out more like Julie when Ryan first met her.

I hope you continue this soon and pair Ryan with someone like Brooke, that can make him happy.