The Real Sad Adventures of Estella Velsaquez
CALL THE MAN
song performed by Celine Dion
story by Laura Fort
Disclaimer: Don't own Jessie, Estella, or Race. I think Sony owns Celine
Dion. Song used without permission.
Archivers: Have at thee! (Just let me know first!)
Categories: Angst
I read the fic "What Shall We Do With the Child?" and it inspired me to
write about Estella's thoughts about the divorce, since the author wrote
from Race's point of view.
Call the Man
"Mommy," four-year-old Jessica Bannon said. "When will Daddy be
home?"
Estella Velasquez-Bannon frowned. "Honey, Daddy went to work. He
won't be back for a long time."
That was not entirely true, Estella thought bitterly. She and Roger
"Race" Bannon were getting divorced. She was planning on dropping the
name Bannon from her title, going back to Dr. Estella Velasquez.
Estella was a world-renowned archeologist, and Race was a top CIA
agent.
During the first year of their marriage, things were fine. But then
Race was called away for a month on an assignment for national security.
Estella left a week later for a dig in southern Argentina.
A few weeks later, she discovered she was pregnant. Estella wanted to
tell Race, but that was out of the question; he was on a top-secret
mission and his whereabouts where unknown.
So she waited. And waited. Race finally came home seven weeks later.
Estella delayed the announcement for another week. But by then, she
was showing.
Race was shocked and and happy when she finally gave him the news.
But Race was soon called away another assignment for a couple of
months. He wanted to stay with Estella but duty called.
When he returned, Estella had gone into her last trimester of
pregnancy. And once again, he was called away to act as the President's
main and personal bodyguard.
And so Jessica Anne Bannon was born a month earlier without her dad
there.
Estella's parents, sister, and Race's parents flew in to help her.
But they couldn't take over Race's role as husband and father.
Over the next few years, fights broke out in the Velasquez/Bannon
household. They argued over everything from jobs to friends, to even
young Jessie.
Estella and race both had jobs which required them to travel at a
minute's notice. many times, little Jessie went to stay with her cousins
or her grandparents while her parents were away.
Estella couldn't take it anymore. One evening, she and race sat down
and talked, or rather argued, while Jessie was asleep.
They discussed it for three hours, finally deciding on getting a
divorce.
"Mommy?" Jessie's voice broke into Estella's thoughts.
"Yes, mi hija?"
"Can Daddy read me a story tonight?"
Estella's heart went out to the child.
"Honey, Daddy's not coming home."
Jessie's eyes were curious and so innocent. "Why?"
She doesn't deserve this, Estella thought. "Baby, Daddy and I are
getting a divorce."
"What's a di-diborce?" Jessie asked, unable to comprehend the word.
Estella sighed and gathered her daughter in her arms. "It's when a
Mommy and a Daddy start living in different houses when they don't love
each other anymore."
"But you and Daddy still love each other, right?"
"No honey. We don't. But we still love you."
Jessie kept asking question after question about the divorce. Estella
answered as best she could. Finally, Jessie quit asking and left to
watch TV.
Estella walked into her bedroom and switched on the radio. A soft
piano melody filtered through the room's speakers.
Estella had never heard the song before, but the words seemed
hauntingly familiar.
Close the door
Shut the world away
All the fight's gone from this wounded heart
Estella sat down on her desk chair in the master bedroom.
Across the floor
Dreams and shadows play
Like wind blown refugees
Estella's gaze shifted to the queen-sized bed. They had spent so many
wonderful night together.
Call the man
Who deals in love beyond repair
He can heal the world
Of hearts in need of care
Shine a light ahead
When the next step is unclear
Call the man
He's needed here
Estella broke into sobs and flung herself face-down on her, their,
bed.
I close my eyes
I remember when
Your sweet loved filled this empty room
The tears I cry
Won't bring it back again
Unless the lonely star should fall
Estella sat up, looking out the window at the starry night, crying.
Call the man
Who deals in love beyond repair
He can heal the world
Of hearts in need of care
Shine a light ahead
When the next step is unclear
Call the man
He's needed here
Needed in the chaos and confusion
>From the plains to city hall
Needed where the proud who walk the wire are set to fall
Call the man
Who deals in once upon a time
Estella picked up a picture of their wedding.
Maybe he
Can mend this broken heart of mine
Shine a light ahead
Now the future is unclear
Call the man
He's needed here
Call the man
He's needed here
"Oh, Estella," she said to herself. "How did this happen?"
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