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Latest chapter is up on Rachel's site and BC.

It was another one of those WOW moments as I read it. Now that we see the events of that night from Jane's perspective, it makes what happened a little easier to understand. I found myself having a hard time believing that the Jane from Tigger's stories would misread a situation and let something like this happen, but then I have to remember that with this skewed timeline, most, if not all, of the stories after Kendra never took place. Well, Art/Diana is here so I guess Caitlyn had to have happened. Chapter 7 should be interesting if we get to observe the conversation Jane, Marie and Valerie had after Natasha was put to bed.

The covenants also interested me. Will Valerie find some way to send funds to Val back in the states? From her musings, it sounds like Val may have a college fund setup, but she will still be dependent on scholarships and loans to pursue those multiple degrees if she wants to take the same path as Valerie. I expect she would really start to feel guilty or uncomfortable when she got to grad-school and was able to live comfortably off of the covenants while Val tries to eek out a living with multiple jobs.
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Certainly WOW! Surprised
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Chapter 7 should be interesting if we get to observe the conversation Jane, Marie and Valerie had after Natasha was put to bed.

Classic understatement!
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diana21 wrote on Mon, 06 November 2006 17:04

Certainly WOW! Surprised
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Chapter 7 should be interesting if we get to observe the conversation Jane, Marie and Valerie had after Natasha was put to bed.

Classic understatement!


Yeah, but Rachel has a habit of skipping over some scenes in the timeline when she shifts POV. I have a bad feeling that we'll hear about their conversation as Jane relates what happened to Art during their nightly phone call.
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maltor wrote on Tue, 07 November 2006 20:35

diana21 wrote on Mon, 06 November 2006 17:04

Certainly WOW! Surprised
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Chapter 7 should be interesting if we get to observe the conversation Jane, Marie and Valerie had after Natasha was put to bed.

Classic understatement!


Yeah, but Rachel has a habit of skipping over some scenes in the timeline when she shifts POV. I have a bad feeling that we'll hear about their conversation as Jane relates what happened to Art during their nightly phone call.

Hate to say it, but I'm not sure we'll hear about it at all, since there were just six chapters in Nathan's section and there have been six here. I'd have real trouble guessing at what point in the timeline the next chapter will begin, or whose POV we'll be following.

Eric
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Remember this, Val was TAKEN back to Valerie's world. So how can she help Val?
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stanman wrote on Tue, 03 June 2008 20:13

Remember this, Val was TAKEN back to Valerie's world. So how can she help Val?


This is just getting ridiculous. READ THE DAMN STORIES BEFORE COMMENTING ON THEM!!!!

In Tuck Squared, Valerie Came to Val's world. In this sequel, Valerie is STILL in Val's world.
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In The Taken, Val is sent to Valerie's world. THAT is why they are keeping Mike away from her. That is why Valerie goes to England to be with Jane. If you read the very beginning of the Taken, Val is GONE!!!
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stanman wrote on Sat, 07 June 2008 00:01

In The Taken, Val is sent to Valerie's world. THAT is why they are keeping Mike away from her. That is why Valerie goes to England to be with Jane. If you read the very beginning of the Taken, Val is GONE!!!


READ THE WHOLE DAMN STORY!!!!!!!!


See, if you took the time to do that, I'm sure even you would notice that the beginning of the story is a DREAM SEQUENCE!!!!!!!!!!


And if you stuck to it and read through to the very end, you'd read about the pieces of their shared childhood that Val (still living in the USA, never having left her world) sent to Valerie in England for their Birthday!

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This is the story from Rachel's site. As can be seen, Val has gone away!! The rest of the story takes place in England with no talk about Valerie helping Val.
If there is PROOF Maltor of Val being back in the states when it plainly says that Val is gone and Mike knows it too, please show me.
Prologue - Part 1 ("Don't ever let her back.")
Posted March 16th, 2005 by Rachel Greenham
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* Rachel Greenham

There was no such person as Jane Thompson. There never had been. All the events of the past year were a delusional fantasy, a symptom of her illness.

So Valerie had been told, and told, and told again, ever since Val had disappeared. It was as if the people who had seen them both together had just got together and agreed that because it couldn’t have happened, it didn’t happen. She couldn’t blame them: who else but a Tucker would be dumb-stubborn enough to insist on a story in defiance of obvious reality, and keep insisting until they got time on a psych ward?

Mike. That’s who else. Mike knew he’d lost his Tucker. Mike felt the same gap in his soul that she did. That’s why they didn’t let her near him any more. They said he had been “supporting her delusional construct.”

At least they’d let her ‘home’ again, eventually. Or rather Val’s home. Val’s things. Val’s family. They said it would be better if she were surrounded by familiar things and familiar people in a home environment.

Familiar, yes. Achingly familiar. Home? Almost. Not quite. No-one else seemed to notice, but it smelled wrong. It might have been the cat. It wasn’t that Cheddar was smelly; rather that she could smell the effort to make sure the house didn’t smell of cat. At least she thought that was what it was.

Most of the differences were subtle like that. Sometimes so subtle she couldn’t describe them. The way someone could be almost exactly like your own father, or mother, or brother, but you just knew they weren’t.

“Mom says dinner’s ready,” Brian said at her – Val’s – bedroom doorway.

“Thank you Brian, I’ll be down in one minute.” She was just finishing her make-up at the dressing table; it being Jane’s preference for her girls always to show themselves at table with a little colour on their faces, a pretty dress, and the finest, the finest, of refined manners.

No-one could explain where she’d learned such refinement of behaviour, or how she’d apparently done so overnight. That was the only thing they could never explain away, and she knew it drove them nuts so she kept it up. Her last defiance, in memory of people who had suddenly never lived; even though it wasn’t really her style.

She supposed it was becoming her style: winsome, feminine, elegant from an extreme economy of movement; efficiently but self-deprecatingly well-spoken and too well-mannered to offer an opinion unasked. Perfect, like porcelain. Curtsey, smile, say thank you Miz Tucker, always offer to help and always try to be the perfect houseguest.

How strange to become this person after all. How ironic.

But they couldn’t take it away from her. Not even with the medication she was still on. It stopped her being able to think straight. She’d had to quit programming; she couldn’t get into the Zone any more. But Jane’s teachings ran deep (which of course had been the first surprise upon coming home the previous summer). These manners were always there for her. They were the mantra that held her to herself, her history and her own lost world.

“Debbie’s here,” Brian added. Valerie almost hiccuped. She’d lost track of his still being there. Another thing to lay on those damn meds. Her awareness rolls had gone to shit.

“She’s early!”

“I think Mom invited her for dinner.” Brian hovered diffidently for a few more seconds, watching her like a zoo exhibit, and went.

She could have warned me, Valerie thought. Must’ve been a last minute thing. She looked herself over one more time. One minor benefit of living life by Jane’s rules: one was always ready to receive special visitors. She grinned at her reflection and headed downstairs.

Debbie flowed warmly into her arms. It was a while before either of them had any time for speaking.

They broke. Debbie’s hands on her waist. “Happy birthyday, Valerie,” she said. Valerie chuckled, looking down, then back into Debbie’s eyes. Searching. She was so nearly the right one. Valerie wished she could forget. “You all set for tonight?” Debbie asked.

“Yes. Are you still not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.” Debbie grinned and pulled away, keeping hold of a hand. “It’s a surprise.”

“Valerie,” Sarah called from the kitchen, “would you set the table please?”

Why can’t Brian do that? I’m busy! “Yes, Miz Tucker.” Brian was out in the garden turning in tight circles with something on the end of a string, a darting, tabby shape at his feet. That was clearly more important.

“I’ll help,” Debbie offered.

“I take it the surprise doesn’t involve dinner then,” Valerie remarked. Debbie just grinned mysteriously.

There was some confusion on the way out to the car as Valerie made for the driver’s side.

“Ahem?” Debbie said, popping the lock and proceeding to get in behind the wheel herself.

“Sorry,” Valerie blushed. “Thinko.” She went round to the other side and got in, troubled. It had made no sense. For a moment she’d got it backwards.

It was another warm evening in spring and Debbie had put the top down. Cerys was singing on the stereo.

It was strange glue that held us together
While we both came apart at the seams.
She said, ‘Your place or mine
While we’ve still got the time.’
So I played along with her schemes.

Valerie didn’t know Debbie had a soft-top. Must’ve upgraded and not told me. A lot of things went on without her being told these days. Presumably D&E was going well without her. Debbie was beautiful; and for the moment unconscious of it, concentrating as she was on navigating a left turn. Her skin, in the low sunlight, seemed to glow. Valerie started to cry at the beauty of her. She couldn’t understand why Debbie still wanted to be with her. The famous neighbourhood fruit-loop. She could not stop crying. Debbie looked over at her, and smiled encouragingly, as if she wasn’t crying at all, and took her hand, but it was remote, far away.

But I don’t have the right to be with you tonight
So please leave me alone with no saviour in sight
I will sleep safe and sound with nobody around me

Debbie was kissing her. It was late and they’d just got back to Debbie’s place. Debbie’s body pressing against her own. “Oh,” Valerie heard her own voice say. “Oh no.” She didn’t feel ready for this, for the way her own body responded.

Jane had taught her how to say no to Debbie. Indirectly anyway. But there being no such person the lesson must have been a false one, because she was paralysed in the face of Debbie’s desire. She wanted to say ‘stop,’ but instead she played the part. She never could say no. It was an insane dream, a delusion, for her to think otherwise. It was all a delusion. She understood now. Faced with a real Debbie, here, now, on her, over her, taking her the way she always did. Valerie had no power to stop her. “I’m not…” she managed to say. “Not…” She couldn’t get her head straight. It was the drugs. Always off-balance. Always on a tightrope in a dream, her head ten miles from her feet.

“I know,” Debbie whispered in her ear. “I know you’re not her.”

The words were like thunder. Valerie’s heart thumped. She believes me? Hope. Long-abandoned hope. She believes me!

The photos! “The photographs,” she managed to say aloud. “You’ve got the photographs.” The ones of her and Val together. The negatives. Proof. Sure you could Photoshop it, but not well enough for a real expert to tell the difference. She’d just have to get them to find such an expert. She gasped, distracted, as Debbie took her in her hands and played her. She tried to get her head clear. “Debbie! Where are they? I need those!”

Debbie mumbled unintelligibly. She was too busy kissing Valerie’s neck at the time.

“Debbie…”

“She would never come back to me,” Debbie said, eventually. “Never never never.” Valerie felt the tears sting her eyes. Of course, she thought. Of course there were no photographs of herself and Val together. There never had been. “Never forgiven,” Debbie was continuing, in between kissing her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you.” She sat up, pushing Valerie down against the pillows. “I only ever wanted a chance to make it up to you. One chance to make everything good again, like it used to be. Like it used to be between us. Do you remember?” She stopped still, totally still, except for one finger caressing Valerie’s cheek, and her heavy, aroused breathing. “So beautiful.”

“Debbie, I—” The same finger was placed over Valerie’s lips, silencing her.

“Shhh. Shhhh. It doesn’t matter any more, my love, my lover. It doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter any more.” Her finger moved down to Valerie’s breasts and stroked a nipple. Valerie gasped at the touch, unable to stop her, unable to stop her own body’s response. “You’re beautiful, and you’re here, and you love me, and nothing else matters.”

A little while later she put her mouth to Valerie’s ear again. “Don’t let her back,” she whispered. She was holding Valerie on the brink. “Don’t ever let her back.” Valerie felt her own body remotely, arching, trembling, blindly seeking the fulfilment of her touch, promising anything, anything.

She couldn’t stop her. She let Debbie take what she needed.

Valerie lay curled up near the side of the bed. The duvet felt clammy and tangled around her feet. She tried not to make any noise, for fear of waking Debbie, but she was crying and every now and then an audible sob escaped.

Wait.

In the distance a church bell rang four times. She could hear a few forlorn birds and no sound of traffic at all. If you listened very hard, you could just find it; it was like a pressure on the edge of hearing.

“Eyes open, Tucker.” She obeyed. The grey lightening of the sky slipped into the room through a gap in the curtains. Tall many-paned sash windows and a cushioned window-seat. “Bad one, huh?”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Could’ve woken me out of it sooner, you chink bastard.” She hadn’t actually finished crying. Deep, broken sobs that clenched her whole body.

She wasn’t sure if she preferred it when her dreams would wake her screaming and drenched in her own sweat and puking into a toilet bowl until it hurt. Those dreams had been horrible, but they didn’t leave her feeling like this.

Desolated. Alone.

Amputated.

She worked her legs out and over the edge of the bed and sat up stiffly. Arching her back straight made something pop. “What a shitty birthday,” she told the empty room.

She stood and pulled the curtains open one by one, tying them back, so she could sit in the window seat and watch the sun come up. She snagged up her Libretto from where she’d left it there the night before, still trailing its power lead and an ethernet cable, and woke it up. The first thing to show itself as the screen brightened was the email she’d received from Debbie and her own abortive reply. She cancelled it in disgust. What could she possibly say?

She addressed her email client.

R
I dream about being with you and wanting her. You deserve better
than that. I had to leave, if would have driven us both insane if
I'd stayed. We'd both just be standing in for our doubles, becaues
I'm not the one you really want either.

It came out in a rush. She stared at it for a minute, then went back to correct the typo.

<ctrl>X <ctrl>C Y
Q

She sent it quickly before she could change her mind. Actually, she reminded herself, it wasn’t flagged as urgent so it wouldn’t trigger a dial-up to be sent immediately. She’d have –

~ $ date
Fri Apr 3 04:06:46 BST 1998

About ten minutes before the next scheduled mail-exchange to go into the outgoing mail spool on the house server and pull it out.

She let the minutes pass.

There would be no beautiful sunrise today. It was a cool, dreary morning, as if the whole countryside wanted to cry but couldn’t. Wind rippled the treetops, its pink noise eventually soothing her. There wasn’t much of a dawn chorus in that gloom, but a solitary crow, somewhere in the trees out by the lake, called to her hoarsely. It mocked her, but it was lonely as well. A light mist had settled over the sheltered lake and then trickled around the garden, teased out into long tentacles by the gathering wind.

The end of the night never comes too quickly for me.

A friend in need’s a friend indeed, A friend who bleeds is better.

Placebo. Very loud. Just what she needed to wipe out the last of the song that had been stuck in her head from the dream. Valerie was singing along, full throated, and could barely hear her own voice.

A friend with breasts and all the rest. A friend who’s dressed in leather.

People called Brian shouldn’t be that cute. It was just wrong and it was doing her head in.

My friend confessed, she passed the test.
And we will never sever.
Day’s dawning, skin’s crawling…
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stanman wrote on Sun, 08 June 2008 02:30

This is the story from Rachel's site. As can be seen, Val has gone away!! The rest of the story takes place in England with no talk about Valerie helping Val.
If there is PROOF Maltor of Val being back in the states when it plainly says that Val is gone and Mike knows it too, please show me.
Prologue - Part 1 ("Don't ever let her back.")
Posted March 16th, 2005 by Rachel Greenham
in

* Rachel Greenham

There was no such person as Jane Thompson. There never had been. All the events of the past year were a delusional fantasy, a symptom of her illness.

So Valerie had been told, and told, and told again, ever since Val had disappeared. It was as if the people who had seen them both together had just got together and agreed that because it couldn’t have happened, it didn’t happen. She couldn’t blame them: who else but a Tucker would be dumb-stubborn enough to insist on a story in defiance of obvious reality, and keep insisting until they got time on a psych ward?

Mike. That’s who else. Mike knew he’d lost his Tucker. Mike felt the same gap in his soul that she did. That’s why they didn’t let her near him any more. They said he had been “supporting her delusional construct.”

At least they’d let her ‘home’ again, eventually. Or rather Val’s home. Val’s things. Val’s family. They said it would be better if she were surrounded by familiar things and familiar people in a home environment.

Familiar, yes. Achingly familiar. Home? Almost. Not quite. No-one else seemed to notice, but it smelled wrong. It might have been the cat. It wasn’t that Cheddar was smelly; rather that she could smell the effort to make sure the house didn’t smell of cat. At least she thought that was what it was.

Most of the differences were subtle like that. Sometimes so subtle she couldn’t describe them. The way someone could be almost exactly like your own father, or mother, or brother, but you just knew they weren’t.

“Mom says dinner’s ready,” Brian said at her – Val’s – bedroom doorway.

“Thank you Brian, I’ll be down in one minute.” She was just finishing her make-up at the dressing table; it being Jane’s preference for her girls always to show themselves at table with a little colour on their faces, a pretty dress, and the finest, the finest, of refined manners.

No-one could explain where she’d learned such refinement of behaviour, or how she’d apparently done so overnight. That was the only thing they could never explain away, and she knew it drove them nuts so she kept it up. Her last defiance, in memory of people who had suddenly never lived; even though it wasn’t really her style.

She supposed it was becoming her style: winsome, feminine, elegant from an extreme economy of movement; efficiently but self-deprecatingly well-spoken and too well-mannered to offer an opinion unasked. Perfect, like porcelain. Curtsey, smile, say thank you Miz Tucker, always offer to help and always try to be the perfect houseguest.

How strange to become this person after all. How ironic.

But they couldn’t take it away from her. Not even with the medication she was still on. It stopped her being able to think straight. She’d had to quit programming; she couldn’t get into the Zone any more. But Jane’s teachings ran deep (which of course had been the first surprise upon coming home the previous summer). These manners were always there for her. They were the mantra that held her to herself, her history and her own lost world.

“Debbie’s here,” Brian added. Valerie almost hiccuped. She’d lost track of his still being there. Another thing to lay on those damn meds. Her awareness rolls had gone to shit.

“She’s early!”

“I think Mom invited her for dinner.” Brian hovered diffidently for a few more seconds, watching her like a zoo exhibit, and went.

She could have warned me, Valerie thought. Must’ve been a last minute thing. She looked herself over one more time. One minor benefit of living life by Jane’s rules: one was always ready to receive special visitors. She grinned at her reflection and headed downstairs.

Debbie flowed warmly into her arms. It was a while before either of them had any time for speaking.

They broke. Debbie’s hands on her waist. “Happy birthyday, Valerie,” she said. Valerie chuckled, looking down, then back into Debbie’s eyes. Searching. She was so nearly the right one. Valerie wished she could forget. “You all set for tonight?” Debbie asked.

“Yes. Are you still not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.” Debbie grinned and pulled away, keeping hold of a hand. “It’s a surprise.”

“Valerie,” Sarah called from the kitchen, “would you set the table please?”

Why can’t Brian do that? I’m busy! “Yes, Miz Tucker.” Brian was out in the garden turning in tight circles with something on the end of a string, a darting, tabby shape at his feet. That was clearly more important.

“I’ll help,” Debbie offered.

“I take it the surprise doesn’t involve dinner then,” Valerie remarked. Debbie just grinned mysteriously.

There was some confusion on the way out to the car as Valerie made for the driver’s side.

“Ahem?” Debbie said, popping the lock and proceeding to get in behind the wheel herself.

“Sorry,” Valerie blushed. “Thinko.” She went round to the other side and got in, troubled. It had made no sense. For a moment she’d got it backwards.

It was another warm evening in spring and Debbie had put the top down. Cerys was singing on the stereo.

It was strange glue that held us together
While we both came apart at the seams.
She said, ‘Your place or mine
While we’ve still got the time.’
So I played along with her schemes.

Valerie didn’t know Debbie had a soft-top. Must’ve upgraded and not told me. A lot of things went on without her being told these days. Presumably D&E was going well without her. Debbie was beautiful; and for the moment unconscious of it, concentrating as she was on navigating a left turn. Her skin, in the low sunlight, seemed to glow. Valerie started to cry at the beauty of her. She couldn’t understand why Debbie still wanted to be with her. The famous neighbourhood fruit-loop. She could not stop crying. Debbie looked over at her, and smiled encouragingly, as if she wasn’t crying at all, and took her hand, but it was remote, far away.

But I don’t have the right to be with you tonight
So please leave me alone with no saviour in sight
I will sleep safe and sound with nobody around me

Debbie was kissing her. It was late and they’d just got back to Debbie’s place. Debbie’s body pressing against her own. “Oh,” Valerie heard her own voice say. “Oh no.” She didn’t feel ready for this, for the way her own body responded.

Jane had taught her how to say no to Debbie. Indirectly anyway. But there being no such person the lesson must have been a false one, because she was paralysed in the face of Debbie’s desire. She wanted to say ‘stop,’ but instead she played the part. She never could say no. It was an insane dream, a delusion, for her to think otherwise. It was all a delusion. She understood now. Faced with a real Debbie, here, now, on her, over her, taking her the way she always did. Valerie had no power to stop her. “I’m not…” she managed to say. “Not…” She couldn’t get her head straight. It was the drugs. Always off-balance. Always on a tightrope in a dream, her head ten miles from her feet.

“I know,” Debbie whispered in her ear. “I know you’re not her.”

The words were like thunder. Valerie’s heart thumped. She believes me? Hope. Long-abandoned hope. She believes me!

The photos! “The photographs,” she managed to say aloud. “You’ve got the photographs.” The ones of her and Val together. The negatives. Proof. Sure you could Photoshop it, but not well enough for a real expert to tell the difference. She’d just have to get them to find such an expert. She gasped, distracted, as Debbie took her in her hands and played her. She tried to get her head clear. “Debbie! Where are they? I need those!”

Debbie mumbled unintelligibly. She was too busy kissing Valerie’s neck at the time.

“Debbie…”

“She would never come back to me,” Debbie said, eventually. “Never never never.” Valerie felt the tears sting her eyes. Of course, she thought. Of course there were no photographs of herself and Val together. There never had been. “Never forgiven,” Debbie was continuing, in between kissing her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you.” She sat up, pushing Valerie down against the pillows. “I only ever wanted a chance to make it up to you. One chance to make everything good again, like it used to be. Like it used to be between us. Do you remember?” She stopped still, totally still, except for one finger caressing Valerie’s cheek, and her heavy, aroused breathing. “So beautiful.”

“Debbie, I—” The same finger was placed over Valerie’s lips, silencing her.

“Shhh. Shhhh. It doesn’t matter any more, my love, my lover. It doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter any more.” Her finger moved down to Valerie’s breasts and stroked a nipple. Valerie gasped at the touch, unable to stop her, unable to stop her own body’s response. “You’re beautiful, and you’re here, and you love me, and nothing else matters.”

A little while later she put her mouth to Valerie’s ear again. “Don’t let her back,” she whispered. She was holding Valerie on the brink. “Don’t ever let her back.” Valerie felt her own body remotely, arching, trembling, blindly seeking the fulfilment of her touch, promising anything, anything.

She couldn’t stop her. She let Debbie take what she needed.




And that is where the DREAM SEQUENCE ENDS.

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Valerie lay curled up near the side of the bed. The duvet felt clammy and tangled around her feet. She tried not to make any noise, for fear of waking Debbie, but she was crying and every now and then an audible sob escaped.

Wait.

In the distance a church bell rang four times. She could hear a few forlorn birds and no sound of traffic at all. If you listened very hard, you could just find it; it was like a pressure on the edge of hearing.

“Eyes open, Tucker.” She obeyed. The grey lightening of the sky slipped into the room through a gap in the curtains. Tall many-paned sash windows and a cushioned window-seat. “Bad one, huh?”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Could’ve woken me out of it sooner, you chink bastard.” She hadn’t actually finished crying. Deep, broken sobs that clenched her whole body.

She wasn’t sure if she preferred it when her dreams would wake her screaming and drenched in her own sweat and puking into a toilet bowl until it hurt. Those dreams had been horrible, but they didn’t leave her feeling like this.


Here it is explicitly stated that she just woke up and all that happened previously was a dream sequence. Mike is clearly not there. He is only figment of Valerie's imagination she uses to ground herself.

I hadn't read the Prologue from Rachel's site since it was originally released and as such, have both parts merged into a single file on my computer. Maybe your comprehension problem is that you aren't reading part 2 of the prologue.

From Prologue - Part 2 ("Fear and surprise!")


“There’s a package for you,” Marie said, more or less as soon as Valerie came in through the garden. The ride back had cheered her up again. It had a way of doing that. I love my bike.

“Oh?”

Marie pointed. It was sitting by the side of the table; a cardboard box about two feet on each side, more or less, and a Fedex waybill. She sat down next to it, starting to take her boots off while peering over at it. “Wonder who it’s—” She stopped. It was from home. Val. It had better be Val anyway. “Oh, God, what’s she gone and done? I only got her some CDs.” British indie stuff she had reason to think Val might like.

“Open it and see?” Marie said, coming to sit nearby. Curious, presumably.

Valerie looked at her for a moment, sighed once, then produced a penknife and cut through the parcel tape. “Is Jane back yet?” she asked as she worked.

“Not yet. I expect it’ll be all-hands-to when she is,” she added.

She’s got me a new dress, Valerie knew. Jane’s appointment at the dressmaker’s to review arrangements for her new students was just too convenient a cover. Remember to be nice. And surprised. And it will be gorgeous of course. She got the box open. There was an immediate smell of… Home. “Oh my God.” She reached down into the box. “Oh Val…” Her hand came up clutching her US first edition Hitch-Hiker’s Guide. It used to be Dad’s – it was older than she was, of course – but she’d read it and read it until the cover was hanging on by a few paper fibres, and at some point it had just ended up parked in her room.

About half the box was full of books; mostly old paperbacks with yellowing pages and frayed covers. The smell hit her in waves. She hadn’t noticed until now how American books seemed to smell different from British ones. Presumably some difference in the printing or paper-making process, she didn’t know. She pulled more out, to see what there was. The whole Hitch-Hiker’s Guide series. A couple of Pern, several of the Darkover. “Oh I don’t believe she did this,” Valerie breathed. A couple of Asimovs, Robots stuff. Some Niven, some early Heinlein. And Bradbury. Here a section in The Silver Locusts had come adrift from the perfect binding, just as she remembered it.

The box didn’t only contain books. Some of the printed T-shirts that Susan had auctioned off before going to college were in there, including the subliminal one and the Disaster Area tour dates one. The facehugger toy from Alien. It went on. Valerie had to stop. She thought she’d cry, but her eyes stayed dry. “I…” she began. “I don’t know what I think about this.”

“These are all things from your childhood,” Marie observed. It was redundant. Social noise. Valerie nodded.

“God, look at this. Such a geek.” She chuckled, pulling out one of the larger, hardback books near the bottom. It was an old popular physics encyclopædia for children. “I bet some of these theories haven’t been superceded yet.”

“Haven’t been?” Marie checked. Valerie grinned and flicked through to find a particular page.

“Here it is,” she leaned forward with it to show Marie. A description of black holes, and someone had written ‘QUANTUM SINGULARITYS OFF THE PORT BOW’ in blue ballpoint along the top margin. “I remember doing that,” she said. “I don’t know, I must have thought it was funny at the time.”

“I don’t get it,” Marie admitted.

“Doesn’t matter.” She stroked a finger along the handwritten words, feeling the indentation in the paper. “It’s just strange. I remember doing this.” She raised the book to her nose and smelled it. “But she did it, to this one. This copy.” She put it down. “It’s hers. This is all her stuff. Oh my God!”

Valerie’s hand reached into the box again and came out with a video cassette. “I can’t believe she sent me this!”

“What is it?”

“Uh…” She’d recognised the label immediately. Dan had done a nice art job on it. “It’s um, pop videos.” She laughed unexpectedly and tried to explain; “Mike and I used to make these a few years ago.”

“What did you do on them? Dancing?”

“What? Oh no.” As if. “We’d cut together footage from anime, mostly, and other films or TV and edit it in with the music. Something brilliantly inappropriate of course.” She smiled at a memory. “God, I’d forgotten about these. We did it all on a couple of VCRs and some fancy cable-work.”

“Can I see them?”

“Oh no, you won’t want to…” Valerie stopped up against a new thought. “Oh, she’s an idiot.”

“What?”

“They won’t play here.” She dropped it onto the table, slumping back against the back of the seat. “NTSC. They won’t play here. You’re saved the torment.” She pulled out a wry smile. “I’d have to get a dual-format player, God knows how much they cost.” Maybe they have one in the college AV department, she wondered. Get them encoded to MPEG or something—

Marie’s hand touched hers. Valerie turned her hand over to grasp it.

“I’m okay. Really. I just don’t know what she was thinking. I don’t know what she thought this would achieve.” She gave Marie’s hand a final squeeze and let go, bending to finish taking her boots off. “Maybe she just wanted to get rid of some old junk.” I didn’t mean that.

“If I understand correctly,” Marie said carefully, “these are all from before you and she… diverged?”

Valerie nodded, straightening. “Yes.” She stood to get the leather trousers off. “As far as we know.”

“Then surely this is all yours just as much as it is hers? Don’t you think?”

Valerie stepped out of the leather trousers, down to her jeans, and wriggled free of the jacket. She sat down again and dumped the gear on the bench next to her. “I don’t know,” she admitted.

“I’m sure that’s what she thinks,” Marie continued. “Haven’t you talked to her about this?”

Valerie sighed. “Who owns what? Not really.” She shook her head. “She’s indigenous; it’s hers. All my stuff is – somewhere else.” How long will they keep my room intact in case I return? she wondered. Would they have cleared it out yet? She counted it up. Four and a half months. That was all. They probably think I ran away again. They probably think I might just turn up on the doorstep one day. Or that a police officer will, to say they found the body.

She looked again at the stuff she’d already taken out of the box and strewn on the table. She tried to find some sense of connection to it. They didn’t seem right, out of place like this. Not where they should be, on her shelves back home.

“You have a past, Valerie,” Marie pressed.

“Actually that’s a matter of conjecture,” Valerie said, hearing her own voice sounding more caustic than she’d intended. “I have memories. They’re not supported by reality. There’s no evidence I even existed five months ago.” She sighed. “Everyone very kindly pretends otherwise,” she finished.



That should be proof enough. Let this drop. Don't start or continue long dead threads with crap like this again.

It's fun to talk about a recently posted chapter and speculate about how Ellen will take the latest revelation forward. That's what this board is all about.

It is, however, not fun when someone posts something as fact when it is not supported by the previously posted chapters. It is not fun when it is pointed out and they are told to re-read certain sections/chapters to understand why. It is not fun when they continue to ignore the suggestions that they re-read the disputed chapters and point to some passage(s) taken out of context that they twist to support their position while ignoring the totality of the text.
Re: The Taken: After A Fall, chapter 6 ("Lots of stuff you couldn't imagine me doing.") [message #5816] Sun, 08 June 2008 20:47 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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maltor wrote on Sun, 08 June 2008 20:14

It is, however, not fun when someone posts something as fact when it is not supported by the previously posted chapters. It is not fun when it is pointed out and they are told to re-read certain sections/chapters to understand why. It is not fun when they continue to ignore the suggestions that they re-read the disputed chapters and point to some passage(s) taken out of context that they twist to support their position while ignoring the totality of the text.


You are right, Maltor, it is not fun. What it is, however, is remarkably similar to trolling -- when a new member (stanman joined May 3) insists on doing things that clearly annoy other members.

[Updated on: Sun, 08 June 2008 20:50]


Don't call me Shirley. You will surely make me surly.
Re: The Taken: After A Fall, chapter 6 ("Lots of stuff you couldn't imagine me doing.") [message #5818] Mon, 09 June 2008 06:21 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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Sir Lee wrote on Mon, 09 June 2008 01:47

maltor wrote on Sun, 08 June 2008 20:14

It is, however, not fun when someone posts something as fact when it is not supported by the previously posted chapters. It is not fun when it is pointed out and they are told to re-read certain sections/chapters to understand why. It is not fun when they continue to ignore the suggestions that they re-read the disputed chapters and point to some passage(s) taken out of context that they twist to support their position while ignoring the totality of the text.


You are right, Maltor, it is not fun. What it is, however, is remarkably similar to trolling -- when a new member (stanman joined May 3) insists on doing things that clearly annoy other members.


We're talking about someone with a very low intelligence, I'm afraid. It's nice to hear about people who like my stuff, but a bit disconcerting when after saying how much they like it they say things that so completely demonstrate they hardly understood it and seem incapable of actually taking in anything that's said to them to correct their misapprehensions. Smile And this little argument wasn't about anything that I even *intended* to be open to multiple interpretations! Confused

(And it makes me feel guilty that people are still talking about it and I'm not still writing it. *Still* do plan to get back to it, but I'm not writing much of anything right now. Sad )


Rachel
Re: The Taken: After A Fall, chapter 6 ("Lots of stuff you couldn't imagine me doing.") [message #5819] Mon, 09 June 2008 10:17 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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rachel.greenham wrote on Mon, 09 June 2008 06:21



(And it makes me feel guilty that people are still talking about it and I'm not still writing it. *Still* do plan to get back to it, but I'm not writing much of anything right now. Sad )



You've got nothing to feel guilty about, we're a patient group of fans. If nothing else, this situation got me reading the story again for the first time in a few months and I've got to say that I like it as much now as I did back when it was first posted.
Re: The Taken: After A Fall, chapter 6 ("Lots of stuff you couldn't imagine me doing.") [message #5820] Mon, 09 June 2008 20:36 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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I apologize to Rachel and everybody else. I totally forgot that Val had sent Valerie those books. According to the Taken then, the Tuckers finally know about Valerie.

[Updated on: Mon, 09 June 2008 21:22]

Re: The Taken: After A Fall, chapter 6 ("Lots of stuff you couldn't imagine me doing.") [message #5821] Mon, 09 June 2008 21:25 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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stanman wrote on Mon, 09 June 2008 20:36

I apologize to Rachel and everybody else. I totally forgot that Val had sent Valerie those books. According to the Taken then, the Tuckers finally know about Valerie.


Gah!

No!

Not in any published stories, they don't.

Val and Valerie know about each other, but they did in T^2.

Whether Val's family knows is, as I recall, an open question (with overtones of Tuckerneedtoknow).

Amy!
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I am wondering what is going on back in the States with Val/Tuck?
Re: The Taken: After A Fall, chapter 6 ("Lots of stuff you couldn't imagine me doing.") [message #6478] Mon, 20 September 2010 11:42 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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Amy! wrote on Mon, 09 June 2008 21:25

stanman wrote on Mon, 09 June 2008 20:36

I apologize to Rachel and everybody else. I totally forgot that Val had sent Valerie those books. According to the Taken then, the Tuckers finally know about Valerie.


Gah!

No!

Not in any published stories, they don't.

Val and Valerie know about each other, but they did in T^2.

Whether Val's family knows is, as I recall, an open question (with overtones of Tuckerneedtoknow).

Amy!


Actually during the prolouge part 2 at the end when Jane mentions that the dress was Val's idea and that they had been talking back and forth she also puts Valerie's mind at ease and tells her that no, Val's parents do not know about her still. However Jane does feel it is a mistake to not tell them.

I have the feeling that Jane believes that the Tuckers would, once they met Valerie and Val together and wrapped their head around the strangness that they are, would come to accept her as family, even if it is as a long lost cousin type cover up to keep things from going to nutty.

I do hope that our beloved fan fic author of this series will eventually pick the story back up. I know I am very intereasted on her take of what will happen when Val comes to visit Valerie while Nathan is still in the program as well as what will come of Valerie's blooming relationship with Mary.


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Re: The Taken: After A Fall, chapter 6 ("Lots of stuff you couldn't imagine me doing.") [message #7004] Fri, 07 October 2011 04:50 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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Question is Rachel's site down?
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As I recall, it has been for some time, something to do with a reformat and a lack of tuits to put it back up.

The stories are available at BCTS here.
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THANKS
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Sad Sad Sad well I finished the last of the fall so now what? I wait ? sigh this sucks. I want MORE!! I feel like lestat and his turning to the darkness. My thirst is never ending!
Re: The Taken: After A Fall, chapter 6 ("Lots of stuff you couldn't imagine me doing.") [message #7024] Sat, 26 November 2011 16:43 Go to previous message
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I hadn't realised there was a Tuck^2 continuation. Hmm, tempting. I am hitting a reading lull and was looking for something to fill it.

Jen
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