Okay this brief fic is in the "Changes" reality. So if you at least liked
that then this should be cool with you, but if you didn't than sorry.
This also does deal with Rollie Angie relationship possibilities, cause I
read that Starlog article and it was pretty much stated that they got
together so I figured, what the heck.
Disclaimer: I've said it once, I've said it twice, I don't own em', I'm
just borrowing them from Rysher, or Winterset, or CBC, I'm not
sure honestly.
Summary: While babysitting, Angie considers her feelings towards Rollie
and Julia. And Rollie's thoughts about his feelings for Angie
Classification: Okay I had to give into the urge, and Starlog, this
explores the Angie and Rollie romance thing. Well not in
reality, just in Angie's mind and Rollie's mind. Ya I
know bizarre but it's late and that's what happens.
Rating: G, ya it may be RAR, but I don't mention one bad thing!
The rain beat down steadily on the windowpanes of the shop, not too
harshly, just hard enough that the sound was comforting and hypnotic.
Angie sat mesmerized by the sound, and by the sight of Julia napping on
the couch. She would have taken her upstairs to her crib when she had
fallen asleep, but Julia was a light sleeper and probably would've woken
up. So she decided to leave her there and just watch her closely so she
didn't roll off the couch.
Rollie had had a meeting with a new director that afternoon at the last
minute, and didn't have time to get someone else to babysit while he and
Angie were in the meeting, so instead Angie offered to stay behind and
watch Julia. It wasn't any huge sacrifice, neither she nor Rollie loved
these kind of meetings, where a director would ask them to do some
unreasonable special effect for a scene. They might argue about it, but
they usually wound up doing it or something like it. That was all she was
missing. Instead of that all she had to do was watch Julia.
It hadn't even struck her as babysitting when Rollie asked her. She
helped Rollie with her so much of the time, that staying with her seemed
natural. Before these past several months Angie had not thought a whole
lot about having kids. She figured she'd have them someday, but she was
only twenty four, and had a good career, and most importantly there
wasn't anyone who she'd want kids with right now. Rollie had always been
Rollie, her best friend, and sort of a big brother. Except now, parenting
with him seemed right. They were learning about children together,
depending on each other to be there when the other one couldn't be. She
knew that if she was doing this alone, or if Rollie didn't depend on her
and insisted on doing everything on his own, it would be impossible, but
together this was working. Julia seemed happy at least, and that's what
is important.
She had been having these thoughts for weeks now. There were so many
conflicting emotions that it was hard to see through them, to the truth.
She couldn't make up her mind, 'Did she have more than brotherly feelings
for Rollie?' It was a good question, that she didn't seem to have the
answer to.
Julia stirred on the couch and Angie got up from the computer and walked
over to her. The little girl looked up at her with deep brown eyes that
Angie knew all too well from her father. Angie picked up the girl and sat
down on the couch.
"So what do you think I should do? I wish you could tell me what you're
daddy's feelings are towards me. That would sure help me sort out mine. I
mean we practically grew up together, well I suppose I had more growing
to do than he did, I was only eleven. He's not that much older than me
though, it used to seem like alot more. I always thought of him as a big
brother, but I don't know anymore. It's just looking at you, and him with
you and when we're all together, it just feels,.....right.....You know
what I mean?" Angie stopped, looked down at the girl to see she had
fallen back to sleep. "Well I guess I should start putting you to bed,
I'll just talk about my problems and that will get you to sleep less than
a minute." Angie said as she got up and walked slowly up the stairs to
put Julia in her crib
Angie hadn't heard Rollie come in. She was standing by Julia's crib still
holding her, Rollie stood in the doorway just watching, not wanting to
disturb her. He liked to do that more and more these days. Watching Angie
with Julia, made him completely happy. For someone who lost their mother
quite young, Angie had no trouble mothering herself. It seemed so
natural, even though Julia wasn't hers. Of coarse he had surprised
himself that he could be paternal, so why couldn't Angie have maternal
instincts? He had started to realize she did have them. When Julia was
first given to him he was nervous, he had no experience in child raising,
neither did Angie. Together though, they were doing fine. He really liked
it, in fact he'd loved to raise more children, which wasn't even the fact
that scared him the most. He kept slipping and saying to himself 'Next
time Angie and I will do this differently, or we won't overreact about
this.' This was Angie, little Angie, little eleven year old Angie that he
had met when he was twenty. But every time he looked at her with Julia it
all seemed so right, she was a woman, who he loved very much, and who
loved him and his daughter very much, so where was the problem? He
figured the problem was he wasn't sure whether or not this love was a
romantic one, or a friend one, and that made all the difference.
Angie placed Julia in the crib lightly and then turned around to find
Rollie lost in thought standing in the doorway. She was surprised because
she hadn't heard him come in. He had a look on his face of complete and
utter contentment. She wondered what he possibly could be thinking about
to make him look that way, and distract him so much, she wanted, no she
needed to know. She walked up to him and touched his shoulder.
"Hi." He said after he realized she had turned around
