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Title: For God and Country and Heather Lisinski
Characters: Beck, Heather, OCs
Rating: PG
Chapters: 16/17

Disclaimer: No, still don't own Jericho...I'm just playing with the characters. I'll return them relatively safe and sound.

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When they got back to Jericho, they were met by a relieved Emily and Mary, who hugged Heather fiercely, and then took her to the medi-centre to be examined by Kenchy. Her jaw was bruised, her lip split, and the bump on her head was truly spectacular, but Kenchy gave her a clean bill of health and let her leave. Even though Mary offered to take Heather home immediately, she refused.

 

Instead, they went back to the sheriff's office, and now Heather stood outside the cell door, looking at Anita through the bars. Beck and the men not left behind to clean up Constantino's camp were still over an hour away from Jericho.

Anita stared at her coldly. "Come to gloat?" she sneered.

Heather shook her head. "To understand."

Anita shrugged. "What's to understand? A romantic rival. Get rid of you, and I would have a clear path to Edward. And Constantino was offering a very attractive bounty."

Heather cocked her head, her eyes assessing. She slowly shook her head, her eyes never leaving Anita's. "That's not it. You never loved him."

Anita cocked her head in turn. "How would you know what I feel?"

"I don't. Convince me."

Anita's gaze wavered, and fell. "You're right. I didn't - I don't - love him. But he would have protected me. Is it so wrong to want some safety in this world?"

"No," Heather replied slowly. "But I don't believe that either."

Anita shrugged, not looking at Heather.

"You sent me to Old Mrs. Francis' farm. Alone. That poor man - he wasn't out in the storm; he was in the house. Wasn't he?"

Anita hesitated, then nodded. "Why he didn't make it into the basement at least, I don't know. But, yes. He was in the house. He was supposed to capture you when you went in to check the windows. I didn't expect the storm to hit so fast. And I didn't expect Edward to go after you when he did. If he hadn't looked behind him to check where you were, well..." she shrugged, "I would have had him in town, and been able to delay any search for you for awhile."

"Did you know Constantino was using me as bait, to take Beck out?"

Anita hesitated, then nodded. "I hoped that if I distracted Edward enough, he wouldn't go after you half-cocked. Constantino's plan would have worked against a man thinking with his heart, but not against a military man thinking only the way he was trained. But I couldn't get rid of you soon enough. " Anita said.

"Why? And the truth." Heather bit her lip, and then continued. "Beck is a dangerous man when he's angry. And the fact that you're a woman may not matter at this point. Give me the reason!"

"Rebecca was my best friend."

Heather felt the blood drain from her face. The silence bloomed. Heather could feel her heart beating, the blood pounding in her ears. She could see the deputies, hear the screams, and hear Amy and Rebecca telling her they hated her. She closed her eyes.

"I see you remember."

"How could I forget?" Heather whispered.

"She made it to a safe place. She wrote me a letter - I got it four months ago. She told me everything. Everything that happened in that cell. She told me about you."

"I asked them to stop. I begged them to stop!"

"But you were spared!" Anita spat. "One of the deputies said you were a virgin. Were you?"

Heather hesitated, then shook her head.

"Edward thinks you're such an honourable person. Always doing the right thing. Always putting others before yourself. Better than the rest of us. So brave - doing what's right no matter the cost to yourself. Some kind of...of...abstract symbol - you're on a pedestal so high I'm amazed we can even see you from our lowly place on earth. But you didn't do the right thing in New Bern, did you?"

Heather slowly shook her head again.

"What did you do - who did you sell out? Did you sell out Eric? Huh? Jericho? What did you trade away to protect yourself?"

"Nothing! I had nothing to do with it! Someone lied!"

"Someone lied? Someone lied! You lied. You made a deal with someone - and that someone protected you. If you had nothing to do with it, why didn't they protect the others?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Heather yelled. Tears stood out in her eyes.

"Why didn't you protect the others? You were selling out anyway - "

"I didn't sell out!"

Anita scoffed, and turned away from Heather in disgust.

"You can lie to Edward all you want; Heather," Anita sneered. "And you can lie to everybody else, with that holier-than-thou persona you've perfected, playing the sacrificial lamb for this town. But I know what you did."

Heather stared at Anita's back for a long moment, then sighed, blinking her tears back. "You don't know shit," she said quietly to Anita's back. "You weren't in that prison cell. You have no idea what Rebecca and Amy went through. You have no idea what I went through. You can believe whatever you want. I don't need you to believe me. I don't need you to forgive me. And you don't need me to understand or forgive you.

"Beck, however, is a different matter. And I don't know if I'll be able to convince him to be merciful. I don't even know if I want to try."

Anita spun around and stared at her. Heather met her gaze for a long, silent moment, and then turned and walked away.


 

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nativefloridian
Dec. 1st, 2008 01:18 am (UTC)
Why didn't she tell Anita about Constantino's lie? Although I can see it'd be hard to convince Anita that that was the truth.
shirleyann66
Dec. 1st, 2008 08:06 pm (UTC)
Why didn't she tell Anita about Constantino's lie? Although I can see it'd be hard to convince Anita that that was the truth.

That, and Anita believed Heather sold out to somebody - brokered some kind of deal - to save herself. Now, if Heather were to tell Anita that it was Constantino who saved her, it would confirm (in Anita's mind) that Anita was right. Because otherwise, why would he do it? And the reason I gave is weird as it is; try convincing somebody else (who also hates your guts) about it...

rubberbisquit
Dec. 3rd, 2008 09:47 pm (UTC)
"What's to understand? A romantic rival.

That is sooooo cold blooded.

Is it so wrong to want some safety in this world?"

Less cold blooded but still a little over the top. Kill the competition? That strategy hasn't been used in years.

"Rebecca was my best friend."

Oh. Oooooh. That makes more sense.

"You don't know shit," she said quietly to Anita's back. "You weren't in that prison cell. You have no idea what Rebecca and Amy went through. You have no idea what I went through. You can believe whatever you want. I don't need you to believe me. I don't need you to forgive me. And you don't need me to understand or forgive you.

And this is the reason why her revenge was mis-placed.

Well written chapter. I loved the confrontation. It was very realistic.
shirleyann66
Dec. 5th, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)
Less cold blooded but still a little over the top. Kill the competition? That strategy hasn't been used in years.

Well, at least not in sane circles. I watch/read way too many true crime stories, I'm afraid - it happens more often than I really like to think about.

This is one part that I would probably "smooth over" if I were to re-edit it now (what, two days or so after I finally finished it - LOL). I struggled with it a lot (not the meat of the confrontation, but the start of it).

Well written chapter. I loved the confrontation. It was very realistic.

Thank you! :) Especially considering how much I struggled with the beginning of it.
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