FIC: Giants (Twin Peaks, gen, PG)

By aphrodite_mine
Note: Very AU. Johnny is killed instead of Laura, and the rest should become obvious. Also, the fic is meant to be disjointed and fragmented, and thus lacking in grammar at some points, so don’t let that deter you.

She can hear the phone ring through the darkness of the long hallways. Her father will answer. Benjamin Horne. Important men answer telephones. It rings twice before she hears the grumble and the clunking of plastic. Her sheets are rough and she twists.
Later, she hears her father telling the man about the phone call. There was a low voice, maybe with an accent. I don’t know damnit! And it said the owls are out, so I said I don’t know what you’re talking about asshole but it’s the middle of the night and don’t you know it’s rude to wake people up with meaningless phone calls.
Her mother brings her downstairs and pulls out a chair. Yes, we think she generally has a very good idea of what is going on.
The man is there and he has a kind face. Black hair. Sit down Audrey he says. She sits down. How are you today.
She isn’t sure. But today… today is a Tuesday. On Tuesday’s Laura Palmer comes and works with her on lessons. Tuesday is a good day. I am good she says.
What can you tell me about your brother he asks. He pokes his finger at a small machine on the table. She wants to look closer, but she can’t right now. She has to answer the question.
Johnny is dead she says. Her fingers reach for the small machine. No, not yet Audrey. Thump on her forehead and her mother puts a hand on her shoulder. Comfort. Johnny is out the window, wrapped in plastic she says.
The man’s eyes are bright now. Audrey can you tell me if you say how Johnny went out of the window.
Agent Cooper she says. Johnny is dead. He didn’t go anywhere.
She dreams of a giant who has no hair on the top of his head. His arms grow and grow and grow. He doesn’t smile but she likes him. She listens to what he has to say. He tells her that this is only the beginning and she says I know.
Laura comes but it is Wednesday so she doesn’t know if it is a good day. The man is here, looking. Johnny is dead. Maybe it is a good day, if Laura holds her hand and helps her make words on paper. She tells Laura about the small machine and Laura smiles.
She won’t tell Laura about the giant or that Agent Cooper has a first name and it is Dale. These are secrets, and Audrey likes secrets. Almost as much as Tuesdays.
She taps his shoulder and holds out her hand.
He frowns for a moment, and then flips open the machine and places it there. She reads slowly The owls are not what they seem.

About aphroditemine

Writer/editor, caregiver.
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