Tarnished Heroes Chapter Twenty-Eight She's a candle burning in my room 1 North Cemetery Drive
“In here, Andy.” Her voice called back. Andrew Hartley walked into the bedroom she shared with her husband to find her cuddled up in the bed, pipe in hand, Jack & Danny on the night stand and watching a DVD. “Did you forget about me?” He asked as he came and sat on the bed next to her. “No, I knew you had the key.” Calla sighed. “So then you wanted me to let myself in, love?” “I see you managed it.” She held the pipe out for him and Andy took a deep hit. “I hope you don’t mind coming up here. I haven’t been sleeping well if at all and I have strange dreams when I do fall asleep.” Calla sighed. “I’m just a little tired tonight and thought I’d like to lie down.” “Of course I don’t mind, missing your husband, love?” Andy wanted to stay away from that subject but he thought it might be strange if he didn’t ask. “I hate it when he goes away,” she complained with a cute but meaningful frown. “I imagine he misses you too my dear. What man wouldn’t?” What kind of man would leave her behind for anyone to come along and seduce? An idiot, that’s what kind. “Thank you,” Calla blushed and handed the bowl over to him again. “How did it go with my gallery?” “Glad you asked!” Andy said with a very bright smile and opened the brief case. “Now I went over some of your things and I know we can work very well together. Offers are pouring in from all over!” Although he thought the news to be great Calla seemed to deflate. “Don’t worry, dahling, I took care of all of it. You made almost a quarter of a millions today.” Andy leaned in close to her. “Have I impressed you?” “What did you do sell out my gallery!?” Calla sat straight up. “No! That would be disastrous especially since you don’t have much in the hopper at the moment, love.” Andy explained easily. Calla had a lovely little website for her gallery and ever since the shit hit the fan people had been placing orders online. To his way of thinking, Callas’ prices were far too low, she was ripping herself off. So when he e-mailed the prospective clients back he simply told them there had been an error with the Web Master and the painting they wanted wasn’t really a few hundred dollars it was a few thousand. No one blinked. “I upped your prices and filled your orders, dear.” Andy told her. “They’re all gone, I’ve processed the credit card transactions and put the money into your account.” The ATM card was wonderful. While he was withdrawing the meager $300.00 for her, he checked all the accounts and balances hooked up that card and wrote down all the numbers. The Jacksons were not doing badly by any means. “Your answering machine was full so I returned a bunch of calls, some of those were orders as well, but some were media. They still want to get their hands on you, love.” Andy reminded her. “I told them that you couldn’t be bothered and go bugger off.” Money was one thing but that last statement was even better. “You’re hired!” “That’s a girl! Come on give us a hug to seal the deal.” Andy smiled and opened his arms and she came to him. “I will be expecting my fifteen per cent, of course.” Blowjobs, titty fucks and sex were all very nice but they didn’t pay the bills. “Yes and you’ll have it.” Calla agreed and pulled away from him. “Oh, Andy, thank you so much. Thank you.” She smiled at him and almost came to tears. Some one to help her, some one to rely on like Daniel, that’s all she wanted. What she didn’t want was for that person to be her son who was the only other option besides Andy. “Don’t you look handsome tonight?” She remarked and handed him the half-smoked bowl. “I look like a vagabond but thank you, love.” Andy took the bowl, kicked his Reebok’s off and settled in on Daniel’s side of the bed. “Oh!” Calla exclaimed excitedly. “I do have things in the hopper.” She beamed at him while she took another hit off the bowl. “That white powder is wonderful stuff! I painted all day yesterday and through the night, painted all day today too.” Calla smiled. “That is wonderful,” Andy remarked and held out his hand to her. “Come along you must show me.” With his help, Calla slid out of the blankets and off the mattress. She was clad only in that well-loved blue/gold flannel shirt and she slipped her little feet into a pair of slippers waiting by the bed. “Let’s turn that off, shall we?” Andy reached for the remote. “That’s really dreadful, love, so depressing.” He huffed and flicked the DVD player off. “What is that place?” “An abandoned insane asylum.” “Ick!” Andy cried. “I happen to like that movie the place has…meaning.” Calla explained softly and led him up to the attic and her new paintings. Andy was very impressed on many levels. One that she could hold a brush in her condition, even if the lines weren’t exactly straight that was all right it gave them a Picasso sort of feel. Two that maybe she wasn’t as out of it as he thought. The first painting she showed him was a full canvas depiction of Daniel’s office, it was night, dark, the window was open, and the curtains were fluttering. The computer was on and there was a woman slumped forward over the desk. She was sitting on the lap of a man who was more apparition than man as one could see through him. One couldn’t tell that he was actually screwing her but that was certainly the impression one got from looking at it. Calla had entitled it “Phantom Lover”. “I like that, love, that’ll sell quickly.” “Do you really think so?” She reached out and touched his arm. “I have a few more.” Andy sat down on the ratty but comfortable old couch and waited for her to bring him the paintings. A half size canvas was next, a young couple stretched out on a blanket beneath the stars by a flowing river. They were sharing a picnic dinner. Andy was flattered as her rendition of their evening. It was a very nice and normal painting that was if your eye missed the darkened figure staring at the young couple from the bushes. The shape was hard to make out but there was a small pair of blue eyes in the darkness. To any viewer they changed the meaning of the sweet little painting dramatically. “Nice touch,” he remarked and pointed to the eyes. “I like it.” Calla hesitated before showing him the next painting there had been enough publicity surrounding this subject already but he held his hand out for it and she turned it round and then handed it over. “Calla!” Andy almost shouted. “Oh my God, it’s perfect!” On the full sized canvas in his hands was a photography session. Up against a black backdrop were freestanding lights and black cords wound their way across the floor. In front of the backdrop was a bed upon which two people were posing; Calla and Antwone. Dyer was behind his cameras. The woman on the bed was white and the man black, she was chained down to the bed and looking up at the brute hovering over her. If one didn’t know the story or look too closely one might again think it a fine and innocent depiction of a mundane but rather erotic event. However, if one took a good look at the woman on the bed one saw the terror in her eyes. If one looked at the windows depicted on the right hand side one would be met with the same pair of blue eyes as in the previous painting. Again, those small details gave it a completely different feel. “A million dollar piece.” Andy stood up and carefully put it on the easel rather than back on the floor. “Who would pay a million dollars for that?” “Believe me love there are people who will.” Andy stepped back and looked down at her. “They’ll fight over that one.” “That’s it I’m afraid.” Calla sat down on the old couch. “It?” Andy asked and sat next to her. “I’d say that’s enough for now, bravo, love, really, bravo. Well done.” Andy slung his arm around her slender shoulder. “What do you say we celebrate?” “I’ve still got some coke left.” She brightened. “And I’ve brought you more.” Andy returned happily. “You did?” Calla giggled and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.” Andy held her close, her face buried in his hair, face nuzzled against his neck and her heart beating against his. She smelled so good and felt even better. “Anytime, love, anytime.” Andy kissed the side of her head and gave her a squeeze before letting her go. “I thought I’d show you how to do that other stuff. What do you say?” Calla thought about the needles, she didn’t like needles. “Will it hurt?” “Just a little pinch.” “That’s what the doctor says.” She mumbled with a deep frown. “They lie.” “Trust me.” Andy coached. “Come on, let’s go downstairs, we’ll get comfy in the bed,” he tilted her face to look at him. “We’ll watch that wretched movie of yours,” he brushed the hair away from her face with a light hand and easy smile. “After a while it will help you sleep.” “Will you stay?” “The whole time.” He whispered and stood up guiding Calla to her feet as he did so. “You can always trust me, love. You’re going to make me a lot of money I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” “Thanks!” “Feel better?” He quipped. “Yeah,” she leaned against him as they made their way from the attic back to the bedroom she shared with Daniel. Andy brought her over to the bed. “I have to go down to the kitchen for a moment, why don’t you light some of these candles while I’m gone. Be right back.” Andy disappeared through the bedroom door off on his way downstairs. Calla tried to light the candles with her mind. It had been a few hours since she’d put any of that powder up her nose and days since she’d had any of that wonderful tea Andy made. Still it was no use, the candles didn’t light and she went around the room with a BIC. A few moments later Andy came back with a spoon and glass of water. He set his accoutrements out on the table by the chaise lounge and motioned for her to come and watch him. Calla sat down next to him, the flannel shirt riding high on her thigh. “What is it?” Andy looked at her queerly and wondered how many bowls she’d smoked already today. “I told you, its heroin.” Andy took some of the blue/white powder and put it on the spoon; he put a few drops of water on it and held it over a lit candle. “I know but…” Andy sat there for a second trying to figure out how to explain the concept to the pretty red head without scaring her half to death. “It’s an Opiate. Do you know what that is?” Calla nodded quickly. “Morphine.” “Yes, morphine almost exactly like that.” Andy agreed as he continued cooking it up over the candle. “They gave me morphine when I was in the hospital after David….”suddenly she fell quiet and shook her head, she gave Andy a faltering grin. “But it didn’t come in a shot.” She finished still staring at the shiny needle. Oh, Daniel would be very, very, very, upset at this. He would be so furious! Andy wanted nothing more than to inquire as to exactly what the twin brother had done but he’d hold the question until the boot took effect. The twin must have done something damn awful if she went to the hospital and the doctors gave her morphine for the pain. Andy thought he knew what that was and David must have been brutal about it as well. Nasty Bugger. Of course, Andy had sex with Calla twice but he didn’t consider that rape. No, no, no, that wasn’t rape or anything of the kind. He just quietly and temporarily took away her ability to tell him no. Moreover, there was no harm done, no bruises left, no trips to the hospital. It wasn’t the same thing at all, not as far as Andrew Hartley was concerned. Soon the powder melted and the slightly thick brew tossed out little bubbles. “Give me that cotton please.” Calla picked up a cotton ball he’d put on the table and handed it to him, Andy dipped it into the solution until the cotton soaked it all up. “Hold this.” She took the handle of the spoon from his hand while Andy uncapped a fresh syringe. He dipped the sharp end into the soaking cotton and drew the liquid into the needle. When it was full, he took the spoon from her hand and put it down. Holding up the needle Andy looked at her with very stern eyes and spoke in a like voice. “You must promise me four things; that you will never share needles with anyone, you must only use your own or fresh ones if you can get them. That you will not buy more of this from someone other than me, you never know what you’re getting, love. That you’ll never draw it up past this line,” he pointed to where it read 15cc on the syringe. “Lastly I want you to promise that you will never take more than two shots in three days unless I’m with you. Do you understand me? This is dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing and the last thing I want is for something to happen to my star client.” He reminded her. “Yes,” Calla said and nodded her head. “I promise to all of it.” “Good. Roll up your sleeve.” Calla did as she was asked and Andy put an elastic tourniquet on her upper arm just the doctor did. He tapped her forearm just as the doctor did and told her to look away just as the doctor did before slipping the needle into her skin and plunging its contents into her blood system. “There all done, you very brave.” Andy commented with a smile. Calla rubbed the sore spot. “It’s warm.” She remarked and Andy nodded while taking her arm in his hand looking for any sign that he’d shot through the vein but found none. The Brit began to draw up his own boot. He tied the tourniquet around his forearm with his teeth and booted himself up with a weaker dose. Not that he’d been spiteful and given her a hot shot, no not by any means. Taking into consideration her small size and weight and that it was her first time Riding the Horse, Andy had been very sparing with her. After all, it wouldn’t take much the first time out. However, as much as Andrew Hartley liked Life in the Fast Lane and Living Dangerously he liked Being In Control even more. Before he was finished Calla was shaking. “Don’t fight, love, that’s the worst thing you could do.” Andy picked her up and laid her down on the bed. “Andy I’m scared.” “Shh,” he soothed, “don’t fight.” Andy whispered again. “Just go with it and everything will be all right, I promise, love. I’m right here and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Any second now she was going to get sick and in anticipation of such Andy reached for the wastebasket by the bed. Sure enough, she sat up and tried to throw up but it seemed Calla hadn’t eaten anything in a while and all she could do was suffer through with the dry-heaves. In his arms, Calla went limp and her eyes closed. The first wave of side effects passed and he laid her back against the soft pillows on the bed. Feeling like falling asleep himself with his blond head turning circles, Andy laid down next to her--on Daniels’ side of the bed--with his head on her heart. Her breathing and heartbeat were slow. Calla moved closer and cuddled up next to him as she had before, she wasn’t sick anymore but she was still shaking. In a few minutes all of that would pass, she would wake with glassy eyes and believe herself in a pain-free dream world. End of Chapter Twenty-Eight of
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
Yeah I'm like the needle, needle and spoon
Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon everybody got one
And the fever when I'm beside her
Desire
Desire
Desire
U2
Greenbrier, Colorado
Andy stood on the front porch knocking on the door but no one came. The curtains didn’t move and he didn’t hear any sounds from inside the house. It was a good thing that the key ring she gave him also had the house keys on it. He slipped it into the lock, turned it and walked into a dark house. “Calla?” There was some noise coming from upstairs and he headed that way. “Calla, love, I know you’re here.”
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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