Post by Wasp on Nov 13, 2015 22:51:30 GMT -5
“Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. Did you really think you could keep my son from me?”
The woman named Sarah turned so quickly that she nearly lost her balance. She had recognized the voice immediately, even if it had been a long while since she heard it. “Wasp? What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and he noticed that she was shaking, as if she thought he would harm her. He had to contain his laughter as he scoffed at the notion.
“Relax Sarah, you're shaking so much your hair is going to grind itself into dust if you keep it up. I'm not here to hurt you, I'm not here to bully you. I just want to know what the hell is going on? First you send me a letter getting my hopes up, dropping this massive bomb on me. Then you drop off the radar completely. You never sent another letter, you never called. Nothing. Not a damn word from you since. What the hell is your problem?” the usually calm Wasp lashed out verbally. He was angry. Not the type of angry that made him want to hit people but the type of anger that was born out of feeling foolish. Like he had been taken for a fool, like he was an idiot. He was glad he had caught her leaving her apartment, and that only those who lived on this floor would be privy to their conversation. On the streets was not where he wanted to be, not with the chance of a nosey police officer inserting himself into the situation.
“What do you mean? I DID send another letter! I swear it on my life Wasp after you won your match I sent you another letter! It must have got lost in the mail. I SWEAR to you Wasp. I'm not like that you know that. Please believe me,” Sarah's voice wavered and she sounded to be on the verge of tears. She was shaking uncontrollably now, and Wasp who had showed up angrier than a disturbed nest of hornets, now felt anything but. He felt stupid. He had acted rash, without even giving her a chance to explain herself.
He closed the distance between them and pulled her into his embrace, holding her but gently in case she wanted to be let go. She pulled herself deeper into his embrace, and for awhile the pair sat there, Sarah sobbing uncontrollably into his chest while he stroked her beautiful golden hair, trying to calm her down.
When she had finally calmed down, her uncontrollable crying now only an occasional shuddering sob, he moved her back about an arm's length, so he could see her face. “I believe you Sarah, and I am terribly sorry that I acted in anger such as I did. I just really want to see Kyle. Yes I know his name, I hate to admit it but when I didn't hear from you I hired a private investigator. I had to know if you were telling the truth. Can I see him Sarah? Please? Can I?” Wasp asked realizing he sounded like a child himself but he didn't care. This was after all his son they were talking about, and he had missed enough of the child's life already.
Suprisingly Sarah shook her head no. Wasp felt anger flare inside him again but he remained levelheaded and waited for her to explain herself. “Wasp I would absolutely love for you to meet him, but he's out of town with my parent's right now, until next weekend. If you want, we could go drive up there, but it's a long drive. I'll do it, I can only imagine, no, I can see how badly you want to meet him,” she said, a small smile breaking the veil of sadness that had dwelt upon her fair face.
Now it was Wasp's turn to shake his head. “I'd love to do nothing more, but you know I have commitments. I can't just not show up for the show. Maybe, MAYBE if it had been a different match then I would take off with you right now. This one is against the tag team champions, and a win here could put us in contention down the road. That and I can't leave Tide hanging like that, it just wouldn't be fair. Tell you what though, you bring Kyle down to Trauma and I'll see to it that you two get good seats. Not too good, he's a little young for front row action, but I'll make sure you two get in. Then after the show, I'll come find you and I can finally meet my son. Maybe if I can pull some strings I can even get him backstage and he'll get to meet some of the other wrestlers. How does that sound?” Wasp asked his mouth making plans before his brain could even process them.
Sarah's smile was much more pronounced this time and surprisingly Wasp (and herself) she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “That's an absolutely wonderful idea. He'll be so excited! He watches PCW all the time with me. If you manage to get him backstage, I don't think he'll ever be quiet about meeting his favourite wrestlers!” she squeaked and Wasp couldn't help but catch the infectious grin himself.
“Alright well you just get Kyle and yourself down there, and I'll deal with the rest. Sorry again for being such an ass at the beginning. I do have to get going though, I have to catch a flight soon so I can get back and get ready for my match. I do have one question though. I'm his favourite wrestler, right?” Wasp asked grinning knowing that if Sarah had been watching PCW with him then she had probably steered his son's favouritism towards him. Sarah's face went extremely red as she listened to the question. Then in barely a whisper, so quiet that Wasp had to strain to hear her, she replied.
“Uhh... actually....Grimm's his favourite. He shouts his name all the time when he is wrestling and says he wants to meet him one day. I don't suppose you could arrange that?” She was almost embarrassed to admit it.
Wasp let out one of the most genuine laughs he had experienced in a long, long time and smiled at Sarah.
“I'll see what I can do.”
The woman named Sarah turned so quickly that she nearly lost her balance. She had recognized the voice immediately, even if it had been a long while since she heard it. “Wasp? What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and he noticed that she was shaking, as if she thought he would harm her. He had to contain his laughter as he scoffed at the notion.
“Relax Sarah, you're shaking so much your hair is going to grind itself into dust if you keep it up. I'm not here to hurt you, I'm not here to bully you. I just want to know what the hell is going on? First you send me a letter getting my hopes up, dropping this massive bomb on me. Then you drop off the radar completely. You never sent another letter, you never called. Nothing. Not a damn word from you since. What the hell is your problem?” the usually calm Wasp lashed out verbally. He was angry. Not the type of angry that made him want to hit people but the type of anger that was born out of feeling foolish. Like he had been taken for a fool, like he was an idiot. He was glad he had caught her leaving her apartment, and that only those who lived on this floor would be privy to their conversation. On the streets was not where he wanted to be, not with the chance of a nosey police officer inserting himself into the situation.
“What do you mean? I DID send another letter! I swear it on my life Wasp after you won your match I sent you another letter! It must have got lost in the mail. I SWEAR to you Wasp. I'm not like that you know that. Please believe me,” Sarah's voice wavered and she sounded to be on the verge of tears. She was shaking uncontrollably now, and Wasp who had showed up angrier than a disturbed nest of hornets, now felt anything but. He felt stupid. He had acted rash, without even giving her a chance to explain herself.
He closed the distance between them and pulled her into his embrace, holding her but gently in case she wanted to be let go. She pulled herself deeper into his embrace, and for awhile the pair sat there, Sarah sobbing uncontrollably into his chest while he stroked her beautiful golden hair, trying to calm her down.
When she had finally calmed down, her uncontrollable crying now only an occasional shuddering sob, he moved her back about an arm's length, so he could see her face. “I believe you Sarah, and I am terribly sorry that I acted in anger such as I did. I just really want to see Kyle. Yes I know his name, I hate to admit it but when I didn't hear from you I hired a private investigator. I had to know if you were telling the truth. Can I see him Sarah? Please? Can I?” Wasp asked realizing he sounded like a child himself but he didn't care. This was after all his son they were talking about, and he had missed enough of the child's life already.
Suprisingly Sarah shook her head no. Wasp felt anger flare inside him again but he remained levelheaded and waited for her to explain herself. “Wasp I would absolutely love for you to meet him, but he's out of town with my parent's right now, until next weekend. If you want, we could go drive up there, but it's a long drive. I'll do it, I can only imagine, no, I can see how badly you want to meet him,” she said, a small smile breaking the veil of sadness that had dwelt upon her fair face.
Now it was Wasp's turn to shake his head. “I'd love to do nothing more, but you know I have commitments. I can't just not show up for the show. Maybe, MAYBE if it had been a different match then I would take off with you right now. This one is against the tag team champions, and a win here could put us in contention down the road. That and I can't leave Tide hanging like that, it just wouldn't be fair. Tell you what though, you bring Kyle down to Trauma and I'll see to it that you two get good seats. Not too good, he's a little young for front row action, but I'll make sure you two get in. Then after the show, I'll come find you and I can finally meet my son. Maybe if I can pull some strings I can even get him backstage and he'll get to meet some of the other wrestlers. How does that sound?” Wasp asked his mouth making plans before his brain could even process them.
Sarah's smile was much more pronounced this time and surprisingly Wasp (and herself) she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “That's an absolutely wonderful idea. He'll be so excited! He watches PCW all the time with me. If you manage to get him backstage, I don't think he'll ever be quiet about meeting his favourite wrestlers!” she squeaked and Wasp couldn't help but catch the infectious grin himself.
“Alright well you just get Kyle and yourself down there, and I'll deal with the rest. Sorry again for being such an ass at the beginning. I do have to get going though, I have to catch a flight soon so I can get back and get ready for my match. I do have one question though. I'm his favourite wrestler, right?” Wasp asked grinning knowing that if Sarah had been watching PCW with him then she had probably steered his son's favouritism towards him. Sarah's face went extremely red as she listened to the question. Then in barely a whisper, so quiet that Wasp had to strain to hear her, she replied.
“Uhh... actually....Grimm's his favourite. He shouts his name all the time when he is wrestling and says he wants to meet him one day. I don't suppose you could arrange that?” She was almost embarrassed to admit it.
Wasp let out one of the most genuine laughs he had experienced in a long, long time and smiled at Sarah.
“I'll see what I can do.”
