She didn't pretend to ignore who her daughters father was. When you work as a government official who winds up in a whirlwind relationship with a known drug dealer, it makes things a little hard. Luckily when Irish was born she was all her mother. Gangly, red hair, green eyes, and a mutation that could knock a tank on its ass.
After she died...Emma knew that there was no getting her back.
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"Last call Blackwell."
Looking up from her half empty pint glass, she nodded and slid another few bills to the bartender for her last drink of the night.
"You doing anything for the holidays Blackwell?"
This bartender had known her well over the past few months following the portal opening and Irish's death. He gave her a discount for working with SHIELD--his brother had been an agent that died working for them. In turn, Emma gave him all her business, and business was frequent. She was there every night after work, and for a woman that hadn't taken a personal day in over a year, she was there often.
"Nah Archie. Gonna hit up the chinese buffet, and then go to work. Might leave early on Christmas Day. Go to church or some shit." Draining her glass, she picked up the one Archie set down in front of her. "What about you?"
Chuckling quietly, Archie began cleaning up his work space. "Going to mums. You know how she gets. Asks about you sometimes...she wanted to know if you wanted a seat at the table this year?" He arched up his eyebrow, giving her an open offer.
Letting the idea ruminate for a moment, Emmas walls shot back up and she downed half the pint glass in one go. "No thanks. I prefer to keep t'myself during the holidays. Its the first one....ya know. Without her."
Her bartender turned friend nodded a few times, reaching a hand across the smooth wood surface to touch the back of her gloved hand. "Its why you shouldn't be alone. Its easier with--"
"Thanks Archie. I'll be back t'morrow." She was already pulling away, pulling her jacket on and grabbing her keys and wallet.
"You ain't driving are you?" His voice called after her.
Shoving her hands in her pockets, Emma shook her head. "Nope." She lied.
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Normally she was fine to drive, but it seemed the closer she got to home, the harder it was to function. Headlights from the oncomming traffic were too bright, she was so tired, and everything seemed to be hazy and ringed in rainbow light. More than once she swerved into oncoming traffic, to pull away at the last moment.
She stumbled out of her car once she pulled into the drive way, and collapsed on the lawn, vomiting beer and the remnants of her dinner. Her entire body was seizing, feeling like one huge cramped muscle. She forced herself to stand, wobbling unsteadily as she pushed her key into the lock and stumbled in, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and slumping down onto the sofa.
Her life had been so good, even if he was just for a little while. And now....what did she have to show for it?
After she died...Emma knew that there was no getting her back.
----
"Last call Blackwell."
Looking up from her half empty pint glass, she nodded and slid another few bills to the bartender for her last drink of the night.
"You doing anything for the holidays Blackwell?"
This bartender had known her well over the past few months following the portal opening and Irish's death. He gave her a discount for working with SHIELD--his brother had been an agent that died working for them. In turn, Emma gave him all her business, and business was frequent. She was there every night after work, and for a woman that hadn't taken a personal day in over a year, she was there often.
"Nah Archie. Gonna hit up the chinese buffet, and then go to work. Might leave early on Christmas Day. Go to church or some shit." Draining her glass, she picked up the one Archie set down in front of her. "What about you?"
Chuckling quietly, Archie began cleaning up his work space. "Going to mums. You know how she gets. Asks about you sometimes...she wanted to know if you wanted a seat at the table this year?" He arched up his eyebrow, giving her an open offer.
Letting the idea ruminate for a moment, Emmas walls shot back up and she downed half the pint glass in one go. "No thanks. I prefer to keep t'myself during the holidays. Its the first one....ya know. Without her."
Her bartender turned friend nodded a few times, reaching a hand across the smooth wood surface to touch the back of her gloved hand. "Its why you shouldn't be alone. Its easier with--"
"Thanks Archie. I'll be back t'morrow." She was already pulling away, pulling her jacket on and grabbing her keys and wallet.
"You ain't driving are you?" His voice called after her.
Shoving her hands in her pockets, Emma shook her head. "Nope." She lied.
----
Normally she was fine to drive, but it seemed the closer she got to home, the harder it was to function. Headlights from the oncomming traffic were too bright, she was so tired, and everything seemed to be hazy and ringed in rainbow light. More than once she swerved into oncoming traffic, to pull away at the last moment.
She stumbled out of her car once she pulled into the drive way, and collapsed on the lawn, vomiting beer and the remnants of her dinner. Her entire body was seizing, feeling like one huge cramped muscle. She forced herself to stand, wobbling unsteadily as she pushed her key into the lock and stumbled in, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and slumping down onto the sofa.
Her life had been so good, even if he was just for a little while. And now....what did she have to show for it?
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