izzyalienqueen | Las Vegas, Tuesday evening

Savannah had been in the living room working on her laptop when she heard Isabel come in. She could hear that she was upset and that was never a good thing.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong that a two by four to a certain head can't cure."

Fortunately a little digging turned up a second pint (Wyatt had bought a dozen pints when Savannah first turned up on their doorstep. Over the last few weeks they'd worked their way through most of them) which Isabel tossed over to the other girl.

"Grab a spoon. Think of this as the alien version of getting an angry drunk on."

That's because Wyatt was awesome and knew that having ice cream on hand for the two young women kept them mostly out of trouble.

Savannah caught the pint of ice cream -- triple chocolate mocha or something like that -- and then went to the drawer to get a spoon. She opened the pint and took a bite before she leaned against the counter and raised an eyebrow at Isabel. She didn't say anything, figuring that Isabel would tell her why she was so mad when she was ready to.

"Had a visitor at work today," Isabel explained after another bite of her Creme Brulee. "Obviously he's suffered some sort of brain damage in the last few weeks because he had this delusion where I might possibly be willing to listen to him."

Now it was Savannah's turn to stab the spoon into her ice cream.

"Johnny had the gall to show up at your work." It wasn't a question. "Let me guess, he knows better to come to your home because he doesn't want to deal with Wyatt and expected that you would let him sweet talk you into why what happened shouldn't be such a big deal?"

There was more than a little bitterness in her voice.

"Ding, ding, ding...Give the girl a prize," she replied rolling her eyes. "Got it in one."

"He turned up, all smiles, with that stupid ass aww shucks expression on his face, seriously expecting me to buy it." Which only pissed Isabel off that much more because he thought she'd be dumb enough to fall for it.

Savannah stared back into the ice cream. She had known that Johnny wouldn't give up trying to talk to her easily, but she hadn't expected him to show up at Isabel's work. She swallowed hard.

"That's one of the things about Johnny. He thinks that certain expressions will always get him his way."

Which was why they had made up so many times from other fights.

She bit her lip. "I'm sorry."

"Do not!" Isabel snapped, "Be sorry. There's not a damn thing you need to be sorry for. He's the asshole and I'm a big girl who had a few things to say that he needed to hear."

She paused for a moment, absently digging at her ice cream as she remembered the confused look on Johnny's face as Isabel had dragged him into an unused meeting room and slammed the door.

"If I hadn't come here, you and Wyatt wouldn't be in the middle of this, Isabel."

She poked at her ice cream, finally taking another bite before she asked the question she wanted to.

"So what happened?"

"Please, family always winds up in the middle. It's not a big deal."

Isabel grinned and aimed for a snarky tone, because the last thing she wanted to do was get Savannah all upset again. "Well when it was all over and I opened the door I got a standing ovation from everyone that had gathered to listen. We might have gotten a bit loud," she admitted sheepishly.

"And you are very definitely my family," Savannah agreed.

When Isabel told her about how it ended, she couldn't help the small giggle that escaped her. "That must have been amusing." She was still holding onto her smile when she asked Isabel the question she coldn't make herself ask Johnny.

"Did he have at least a stupid explanation for what happened? Not for why I should forget about it and forgive him because the past is past and we should be thinking of our present and future." Oh yes, she knew that argument by heart. "But for why he did what he did?"

"Stupid explanation sums it up nicely," she replied with an exasperated shake of her head. "He was drunk and missing you and didn't think. Which seriously? Grow the fuck up already, get your head out of both the bottle and your ass and stop believing your own damn press. I told him that. Loudly."

Edited 2012-06-19 21:16 (UTC)

"That's a good definition of it, believing his own press," Savannah admitted. "He certainly thought enough to bring some skank ass bitch back to our own bed to fuck while he was supposedly missing me." She shook her head. "No matter the problems or how much I missed him, I never got so drunk from missing him that I landed on some other guy's dick."

It was probably a good thing that she was finally showing some anger instead of just being so torn up when she mentioned him.

Edited 2012-06-19 21:39 (UTC)

Anger was so much better then heartbroken.

Isabel snorted, because yeah, that mental image...."Oops I'm sorry I tripped. But since I'm here, want to give me an orgasm?"

Savannah managed to giggle again at Isabel's words."

She took a small bite of her ice cream. "What kind of nerve makes him think that he has any right to expect me to go back to him after what he did? My fiance cheats on me, and doesn't understand while I'm still not back in New York?" She shook her head. "Ass."

"More balls then brains apparently. I thought people were supposed to mature after high school," she mused. "In this case, it seems like the exact opposite."

"Maybe because he had more steadying influences at the school and then something in his mind decided I wasn't good enough for him after two years on our own?"

It was the first time she had voiced that thought.

Isabel nodded, agreeing at least with the first part of what Savannah said. "Probably. I mean at school he had you, me, Chris, Wyatt and any number of other people around to kick his ass if he got obnoxious."

"But it's not a matter of you not being good enough for it. It like what I said earlier. I think he just started to believe his own press. The Human Torch, playboy and superhero extraordinaire. Which is a complete crock of shit but if he's going to be asshole enough to live up to what the tabloids say about him then you're better off without him."

Yes, Isabel had a lot of feelings on the matter.

"You know what also really sucks about all of this? We'd apparently been through him buying into his own press in another universe and he swore he would never let that happen here. It's like he thinks that the promises that Johnny Storm makes are supposed to be different than what the Human Torch makes."

She shrugged, digging into her ice cream. "I mean, I'm a witch and a sorcerer and the adopted granddaughter of one of the most powerful Cabal leaders, but I'm still Savannah. I don't have separate measurements of promises and integrity or fidelity."

She swallowed. "I guess I know what his promises and claims of love are really worth."

There was a catch in her voice that she quickly tried to mask because as angry as she was, this really hurt like hell.

"I've got the Twice Blessed Child to worry about. Don't think we haven't gone round occasionally," Isabel admitted with a rueful smile. "But he's still Wyatt and ultimately we make it work. Together. I'm sorry Johnny couldn't do that with you."

"I believe he loves you. But I don't think at this point he has the maturity to make it work."

Savannah looked down into the ice cream, fighting back the sting in her eyes.

"Five years," she murmured. "Five years and I really thought we would be able to make things work for us no matter what. I mean, look at everything we've been through. I thought it was just as important to him as it was to me. I guess not and I don't think that I can just hang around and wait for him to find that maturity." She swallowed. "I don't think I should be expected to."

She looked up. "I don't know if I can ever forgive him for this, Isabel. I've always forgiven him for everything that comes up and he's forgiven me, but this ... this is beyond everything. He betrayed my trust and cheated on me. I don't think I expected a lot, but I did expect for him to be as faithful to me as I was to him."

Isabel nodded, not wanting to imagine five years of hopes and dreams going up in flames. "I couldn't. Wouldn't. Somethings just aren't forgivable. And that's one of them."

"I'd be pissed if you did decide to wait around," she said with a stab at her own ice cream. "Go. Have fun. Travel. Go to Paris and have a whirlwind weekend romance with a hot guy. Go visit Paige and Lucas and flirt outrageously with Adam. Go do something that makes you happy."

"I feel bad for Sue," Savannah said quietly. "She's really angry at Johnny for this, but he's also her brother. She and Ben keep calling me to tell me that I still have a home with them, but... I can't right now. Maybe one day I'll be that evolved and it won't hurt to be near him again, but right now I'm just not that big of a person. I can't be near him even on an ice cold visitor level. I don't think I can even be friends with him again, Isabel, and that part hurts almost as bad as what he did."

She shook her head. "No way. I don't think I'm ready to be doing anything with another guy, and as much as I adore Adam, if I'm any where around him right now it will end up with me calling you and Wyatt to help me get Adam out of jail for going to kick Johnny's ass. You know he never liked Johnny that much."

She cleared her throat. "I mailed Johnny my engagement ring this morning."

Edited 2012-06-20 17:25 (UTC)

"And all of that is completely understandable. It's your choice at this point. Whatever you want and whatever makes you feel better," Isabel replied. "Plus you're right. We'd definitely have to bail Adam out and that would be bad." Also, she mused to herself, it might be better for Savannah to heal a bit before she saw Adam. Who knew what would happen then.

"Ouch. Between my reading him the riot act and that. That's going to get ugly. Block his number on your phone." There wasn't going to be a bottle of booze safe in New York.

"Besides, Johnny already has an ass-kicking coming from Wyatt. It doesn't seem fair to let Adam go after him, too... not that I'm really feeling like being fair to him right now. And it would fall to Sue, Ben and Reed to clean up New York after that little fire fight."

She sighed. "I don't know if it was the right thing to do or not, but it hurt so much to have it any where near me right now. I thought it would also show him that I really am hurt and serious about leaving him." She took a shuddering breath. "Nothing else seemed to make him realize just how bad all of this was."

She had put her previous wedding ring and other rings from him in her safe deposit box because she couldn't stand to get rid of everything that he had given her when he did care about her as much as she did him.

"Three alpha males with issues. Yeah, that would get ugly."

With a shrug, Isabel tossed her empty ice cream container into the trash. "I don't think there's any one specific right or wrong in this case. You just have to go with what feels right. And if you don't want a reminder of his broken promises then you're perfectly within your rights to mail it back to him."

"New York City would never be the same in that case."

Savannah rinsed her spoon off in the sink and was surprised that she had emptied her ice cream, as well. She tossed it before leaning against the counter.

"I don't think I need a reminder because I don't think I'll ever be able to forget walking in and seeing them." Her shrug was a little less careless than it would usually be. "Maybe it will serve as a wake up call and protect the next girl he gets involved with."

Las Vegas, Tuesday evening

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