Spoiler Alert (Spoiler Alert #1)(46)
Marcus winced. Better not to think about that ill-fated role in Magma!: The Musical. He could only hope April never learned of its existence, because the science behind the entire—
No. It didn’t matter what April thought anymore, because they wouldn’t be communicating, either in person or online. After this one last time, tonight.
He knew what he needed to do now.
“I’m glad you’re getting some pleasure, however perverse, out of the arrangement. Be nice to Lauren, though. It’s not her fault she got assigned to keep you sober and peaceable.” A quick glance at his laptop revealed a screenful of responses to April’s posts, with more appearing every few seconds. “I’d better go now, but thank you for listening. Again.”
“No problem.” A rustling noise. “Hold on just a second. Let me check my schedule.”
While he was waiting, Marcus skimmed the first several comments. Most were supportive, but AeneasFan83—not a close friend on the server, but a longtime member nevertheless—was edging toward defensive, don’t-be-so-sensitive territory in a way that made Marcus’s hackles rise.
Within a minute, Alex was back. “I’ll be in LA on Sunday. Want to binge-watch that British baking show late next week? I haven’t heard someone say the word ‘claggy’ in far too long.” His voice turned speculative. Almost dreamy. “I’ll bet if I used the phrase ‘claggy sponge’ around Lauren, she’d think it meant something dirty. I’ll have to try it.”
Marcus didn’t envy Lauren her job. Not at all.
After this disastrous week, however, Marcus figured he could use as much time as possible with his best friend. “Binge-watching claggy sponges sounds great. We’ll work out the details once you’re back. Take care of yourself in the meantime, and safe travels. And be nice.”
More evil laughter, and Alex was gone.
Then it was time to think. Hard.
Marcus’s response to April’s thread took him embarrassingly long to compose. Finally, though, he came up with the right words. Or at least the best words he could, under the circumstances. They would have to be enough.
Book!AeneasWouldNever: Because of job requirements about internet usage, I won’t be able to post here much for the foreseeable future. I shouldn’t even be doing so now, but I wanted to say two things.
Book!AeneasWouldNever: First, thank you for being such a welcoming, supportive group. Over the past few years, becoming involved with this particular fandom has taught me so much about storytelling and community and—sappy as it sounds—myself.
Book!AeneasWouldNever: Second, if we ARE a community that prides itself on being welcoming and supportive, we shouldn’t look away when one of our members tells us, at the cost of her own personal discomfort, that she sometimes feels alienated and hurt by things we’ve written. Especially since, as ULS rightly points out, the fundamental message of the Aeneas/Lavinia relationship is simple: Character over appearance, and kindness and honor above all.
Book!AeneasWouldNever: So I want to extend a heartfelt, sincere apology to ULS, for not previously considering the important issue she just raised, and for not noticing fat-shaming in fics I’ve recommended to her and to all of you in the past. I’ll do better in the future, because of what you’ve written today. Thank you for that.
Book!AeneasWouldNever: Also, ULS, I’m so sorry the people in your personal life—the men you’ve dated—have made you feel judged or shamed. More sorry than I can say.
Book!AeneasWouldNever: Take care. I’ll be back . . . sometime. I’ll miss you.
After that, Marcus set his status to invisible again. He logged out.
And then, as he’d done so often before, he wrote until his chest no longer ached with each breath he took.
DO-SI-DANGER
INT. THE FARNSWORTH BARN – EVENING
The barn is lofty and hay-strewn, the lighting soft from lanterns in glass canning jars. Other couples are still square-dancing, but CHRISTOPHER and MILLIE have found a quiet corner. She brushes a bit of straw off his expensive suit, and they both laugh.
MILLIE
Only a month ago, I couldn’t have imagined this.
CHRISTOPHER
Imagined what?
He takes her hand, holding it gently. Tenderly.
MILLIE
You, allemande-ing left, easy as the breeze. Us, together.
CHRISTOPHER
Never to be parted again, Millie. Never.
She moves in front of him for a kiss. Suddenly, a gunshot, then screaming. Millie collapses in slow motion, face blank, blood blooming on her chest, as he desperately tries to catch her, to revive her, but it’s too late. By the time he looks up, all traces of the shooter are gone.
CHRISTOPHER
Millie! Millie, don’t leave me!
But she’s past answering. Face to the rafters, he howls his grief and despair and rage to the universe, knowing that he now has new motivation, new goals: to become a better man in her memory, and to avenge her. Her death will be the key to his character arc now—exactly as she would have wanted.
13
THE FIRST DAY ON APRIL’S NEW JOB, HER COWORKERS treated her to takeout sushi for lunch, with a side of light interrogation.