not dead (everett)

[Trinity Anne Nightingale]

calling Everett Nightingale

It had been weeks of waiting for this. So long of purely waiting for the privilage to make this one phone call. It would decide what she'd do with herself in the future. There were so many questions about her life that this one phone call would decide for her. She trusted her husband with these choices. Picking up the phone, Trinity looked around her room one more time to make sure no one was nearby to listen in. This was private. Taking a deep breathe, she dialed the phone number for Everett's cell phone. He alwasy had this on him, alwasy. He'd always said he kept it just in case she called him. She hoped he hadn't gotten rid of it. The ringing didn't mean he kept it. She knew this, but her breath hitched and her heart raced at the sound. When he answered the phone, Trinity felt tears fill her eyes and herself give a little gasp. It was Everett! He kept the same cell phone! It was so good to hear his voice, so very good. It made the tears begin to fall and her throat clench painfully. "Everett," she choked out, trying to control her emotions, but failing. "It's me, Everett, it's Trinity." she choked out through her tears.

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[Everett Nightingale]

His cell phone was his life and his death; a miracle and a burden/annoyance. It was basically a necessity that he needed. After all he had two children and a job that required his attention just as much as his children – so odd work hours and working twelve or more hours a day was normal for the man. Lucly for him he was at home. That didn’t mean he cell wouldn’t be off of his body. Nope, it was still near him… Same with the house phone. When his cell answered, Everett grabbed it from the table by the couch and sat down once again, “Hello?” Dimming down the television volume, he listened to the other side of the phone. He heard his name but barely. It was soft and almost tight. If he didn’t pay attention he wouldn’t have heard it. “What?” Trinity!? His normally calmed tone took a turn for the worse here. His wife just recently died and some joker thought it was funny to prank a widow!? “Trinity? You’re out of your dang mind.” Yup, there goes the snotty tone that he basically never used.

[Trinity Anne Nightingale]

calling Everett

She wanted to scream. At herself more than anything. Why had she thought he would believe her right away? Why? Why? Why?! Drawing in a sharp breathe at his tone with her name. Trinity choked out a laugh. "Yeah, this sounds like a joke, doesn't it? 'cuz I was so good at jokes, wasn't I?" she explained before sobbing out more sad laughter. "Like that pick-up line I use on you, the one from that second date. I'm no organ donor, but I'd be happy to give you my heart. We were throwing pick-up lines back and forth at that little diner. she said with amusement clear in her voice, emotions coming under her control. She was drawing at straws for a way to prove herself. It was her joke. The one pick-up line she used on him on their dates, when she came home, when he met her at the airport, whenever she wanted to be cute. It was her pick-up line for him. It was sort of special.

### // Everett Nightingale// <3

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[Everett Nightingale]

What he expected on the phone was a friend or maybe Buffy (though he highly doubted that), but instead, in his mind, he got some fool… Some ignorant brat pretending to be his deceased wife… As if it was some sort of funny joke they got off from. She kept on talking and Everett’s jaw kept on tightening – same with his grip on the phone. He just wanted to throw it across the room right now. “Who the f**k do you think you are?!” Obviously, that was a sign he didn’t believe her. “What kind of stalker are you!? Do you get off on this stuff? Stop. Calling. My. Home. Leave me alone!” His voice octave was higher pitched and deeper – expressing anger towards her with each and every word. However, the end few words the tone changed a bit. Memories were flooding his mind and the man missed her so much. This was a sick joke… So sick! “F**k you.” He spoke, hanging up. That was probably the most he ever swore this new year.

[Trinity Anne Nightingale]

calling Everett

Did he believe? Oh for God's sake, no, he was so far from even slightly questioning that it could be her. Was she hurt? No. Did she for a moment think of anything negative towards him? No, if she were in his shoes, she'd be thinking the same thing. No, Trinity was cursing-like-a-sailor mad at herself, her situation, and her stupid alpha. f**k him for forcing her to stay there until she had solid plans. f**k him! Everett not only cussed her out, but he hung up on her. HE HUNG UP ON HER!? Her emotions were out of control, but she remained somewhat in control. Slamming the phone down, nearly breaking it in the process. Trinity stomped her feet, screamed, and cursed as loudly as she pleased. It was terrible, awful, but felt amazing. Taking a deep breathe, she tried one more time. Dialing her home phone number, she prayed he would be pick up. f**k Ashaad and his phone bill policy.

When Everett answered, Trinity didn't give him a moment to speak before she was speaking through to him in her super angry tone. A tone she'd only had to use a few times at home, in extreme situations. "Everett Invidia Nightingale, would you f**king listen to me? Listen for thirty f**king seconds! No one knows this, not the military, not the news, and certainly not the f**kers who told you I was dead. That bomb, that f**king bomb killed my whole squad, killed Corey. All over some woman I didn't know. I had to try, had to try to save her f**k. f**k me. I was toast, so toast. Burned to a f**king crisp, Everett. Life is f**ked up though and some crazy asshole saved me. She's f**king crazy. It took a year, a whole f**king year for me to wake up. Not even human anymore, I swear. It's f**ked up! The alpha of the crazy ass that saved me, he won't let me leave. I'm f**king stuck here, Everett! I'd shove my ass in front of your face if I could, but I can't. All I can do is tell you what happened, and hope you believe me. I can let you talk to the asshole, Ashaad, if you want, he's the alpha. But seriously, I'm stuck." she ranted off, hoping to God that he would listen to the whole thing. A silence met her and she got angrier. "Did you f**king hang up on me again?!" she growled out, not meaning to sound so angry, but truth be told, it did hurt. The logic wasn't there, but he didn't believe her. He hung up on her and called her a liar. If he did it again, she'd probably take off and f**king walk home. f**k if she died or not. Everett thought she was dead and gone anyway. Might as well make it true, right?

### // Everett Nightingale// <3

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