Last Chance (PunkPrince!)

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An arm reached out for Marilyn, gripped it and tugged her into bed with him. "Cuddles.... Can I have Cuddles?" He moved her around like a little doll until he was spooning her body, his face buried into her back. Now he was comfortable! Arms held on tightly to her, while she got a leg thrown on top of her own.

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Hours later, the sun had already set, nightfall having set in, and Lucian's growling stomach pulled him out of his drug induced sleep. His eyes blinked at the dark room, it was night. How long had he been sleeping?! The proposal! It was an 'oh shit' moment when he slung the covers back and felt a wave of light dizziness. The fever had broken, but he still didn't feel great. But at least he was able to get up on his feet. The inside of his mouth tasted nasty, he felt sweaty and dirty, so he threw himself in the shower to get cleaned up.

"Marilyn?" In about an hour, he was showered and had cleaned clothes on, calling her name as he ran down the stairs. "Marilyn?!" When she didn't answer him right away.
 
Lucian took her arm and pulled her into bed. She stiffened, slightly hesitant to oblige him. She didn't have time to pull away before he started to position her in the bed and hugged her to him, nuzzling his face into her back. She sighed and settled down next to him. This was nice. It had been a while since anybody had held her like this. Tammie had been the last one. Part of her wished Lucian wasn't sick and delirious. He was out within minutes, and Marilyn began to doze off herself.

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Marilyn was downstairs when she heard Lucian call for her. She had gotten hungry, and figured he must be as well. She had slipped carefully out of his arms so as not to wake him and shuffled downstairs into the kitchen. She had quickly begun to whip up some chicken soup. She figured it wouldn't make Lucian sick.

She almost knocked the pot off the stove when he yelled. "What?" she asked, a bit concerned, by his voice. She met him at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you okay? You must be if you can yell that loud and move that fast. I made soup." She tacked the last sentence on as an afterthought.
 
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"Soup? Soup sounds good.." Lucian moved past her into the kitchen. "Do you remember what I did with my briefcase?" He was on top of that coffee pot just as the smell of the said soup hit him. His stomach growled loud enough to rumble the kitchen windows. They didn't, but one would have thought so. "That proposal has to be ready before I walk out the door in the morning." The coffee pot was on, adding to the aroma in the kitchen. Soup and coffee, dinner of champions everywhere.

It was obvious by his reactions, he didn't remember using her as a body pillow. Lucian looked at her softly. "And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." It was a big house, how was he supposed to know she was in the kitchen cooking?
 
Marilyn was glad to see that Lucian was okay. She'd been slightly worried something bad had happened. He probably didn't remember pulling her into his bed now that he didn't seem totally out of it anymore, and she chose not to mention it unless he said something. "Here," she said, grabbing his briefcase from where it sat next to the front door and handing it to him.

She ventured back into the kitchen, holding back a laugh as she heard the sound his stomach made. It sounded more like a bear than someone's stomach. She pulled two bowls from the cabinets and filled both with soup, one for Lucian and one for herself. She placed the bowl in front of him.

"Here," she said. "It's fine you yelled, I was just worried you'd hurt yourself or something. And if you're going to drink coffee again, take it easy this time. I don't want you to end up vomiting again. You seem better though."
 
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"Oh what would I do without you?" A repeated line he'd used earlier in the evening. Taking the handle from her, he sat down long enough to huff his food down like he was a Hoover. His spoon tapped and tinged against the bowl as he was already digging through his briefcase looking for his notes. He titled his head at her, with this silly grin on his face. "Yes, Mommy. I'll be a good boy, I promises." Laying the spoon off tot he side, he rose form his stool and started to make his first cup of coffee.

"It's going to be almost an all-nighter here to get everything ready to go for in the morning." Then he remembered, "Did you ever leave to go get anything you needed?" His memories were exactly on queue at the moment. He remembered only a little bit here and there. He remembered giving her the car keys and some money. Her helping him to bed. What else was there? He was sipping at his coffee when he returned to his seat and jiggled his bowl at her. "How about some more of that good stuff? In Mah Bowel.."

The details of his notes were at best, shady. No defining details on what he had thought to do on this project, and now, he was completely stumped. His research and engineers as giving several options to chose from. But none really stood out for this property. To make this work he'd have to get it dirt cheap, under 500k.
 
Marilyn smiled as he repeated his line from earlier. And this time he wasn't sick and too delirious to know what he was saying. It felt good. "No idea," she said, laughing at his next silly comment. "Good," she said, playfully patting him on the head as she settled down to eat her soup. This was the most normal she had felt in...well, forever. Sitting in a warm kitchen eating a normal dinner and for once not having to panic over where her next meal might be coming from. It still felt partly like a dream to her. She had always been so prone to bad luck. Things seemed to be looking up at least slightly.

"I did," she answered when Lucian asked if she had gone to the store. "I brought you some medicine and some orange juice when I got back. You were pretty out of it though. I'm glad you're feeling better. I left the medicine on your bathroom counter and put the juice in the refrigerator in case you want any more." She hoped he would end up drinking it. She knew she probably wouldn't. She'd never liked the stuff.

Marilyn laughed when Lucian jiggled his bowl at her. "I take it I did a good job on this then?" she asked, taking the bowl and filling it with soup again before sliding it back across the counter toward Lucian. "I did try. I'm a bit rusty with my cooking. It's been too long."
 
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Staring on his second bowl, Lucian smiled lightly. "You did all that, huh?" He seemed to be acknowledging the fact she could think on her toes, and find a solution with having to be guided. His eyes looked at her. "Tell you what.. I think you'd do fine as a Personal Assistant if you manged to handle all of that on your own." She'd hear the spoon hit the inside of an empty bowl. "Your cooking is worth its weight in gold." His brows wiggled at her. She might be getting the idea that the stern business man she knew at the office was far more of the prankster, joker, and the goofball than she honestly knew. "So We'll lean into the job slowly, little-by-little, let you take over the things I need you to. It's going to be a 24-7 seven job. I'll let you live here with me and my kids, I have a nice guest house on that's behind this one. I'll give you a car, and even an expense allowance. What do you say? Something you might be interested in?"

Rising from his stool, he moved to place the bowl and spoon into the kitchen sink. "You can start with doing a few things. I recently had to fire the lawn-care service I was using. SO I need you find one, along with a pool service, and I'd like to have the back yard redecorated for the upcoming spring and summer. And I need someone to come and get rid of all the playground equipment. The boys just are using it any longer and I can't see keeping it. It takes up the entire corner of the back lawn." Sitting back down, he started sipping at his coffee.
 
"I did," she said. Marilyn was so used to having to get things done on her own. It was probably why she had managed to survive for so long following being kicked out. She did what she needed to do to make things work. She grinned at his compliment on her cooking. "I'm flattered," she said. "I've had a lot of practice. The first few things I made were terrible. I tried to make brownies once and completely messed up the recipe. On top of that I completely forgot to spray the pan so it got stuck. And burned. It was like scraping cement out of the pan...tasted like what I imagine cement tastes like."

Marilyn laughed at Lucian's eyebrow wiggle. She liked him this way. Not that she didn't like him at the office, he was nice at work, but he was more relaxed here. He traded his stern office demeanor for a more humorous one. She definitely liked it.

She had to try to keep her happiness under control when Lucian made his offer. She could have a job and have a nice place to stay, with people she liked. She wouldn't have to worry about mooching off him since she would be working to earn her keep. She nodded when Lucian finished speaking. "Okay!" she said. She took a pen and quickly began to jot down the things Lucian was listing off that needed to be done. "Yes sir," she said, slight laughter in her voice.
 
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Monday Evening....

They were on their way home. The proposal was a hit, and the firm stood to earn another few million that could fuel the expansion Lucian was after. His fingers drummed along the steering wheel to the beat of the song, he was in a rather great mood. They had stopped at the store, picked up something for her to make dinner with, and he was deep in though on how to explain their new house guest to his boys and his parents. Even though she made a beautiful woman, there was still signs here and there that under all the make-up and the sexy womanly clothing, there was a man. He was certain his mother would pick up on this.

The pulled into the drive, unloaded the goods form the car, and headed inside. The youngest boy having ran up and nearly tackled him to the floor.
 
Marilyn gazed out the car window. She was glad that the proposal had gone well, and she was going to make spaghetti for dinner, so that was another plus, but she was meeting Lucian's sons and parents as soon as they got back. It intimidated her. The boys not so much, but his parents scared her. She had tried her best to look nice for the day, but it didn't really help to ease her fear that she would not pass to them as well as she originally had to Lucian. Had she been on hormones, maybe she wouldn't have had to panic.

But she wasn't, and she couldn't scramble out of this one. She didn't want to be the cause of any sort of an argument. Maybe she could come up with something to explain away her boyish features. More testosterone than normal as the result of some kind of condition, maybe. She wuldn't be lying if she went with that. As long as she could avoid a big fight. She had never done well in arguments. She panicked and shut down fairly quickly.

She and Lucian unloaded the car, and Marilyn followed him hesitantly inside. Lucian was nearly bowled over by the younger of his sons, and Marilyn stifled a laugh. She slipped silently past them with the groceries and put the bags on the kitchen counter before returning to the front hall once again. "Hi," she greeted the boy, offering him a small smile.
 
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The Boy's face lit up at the new face that he was suddenly looking up at. "Hi!" Then she was all but forgotten about as busy little hands went digging through Dad's over coat. "Could you wait until your old man got in the door before you hijack me for my candy?" A rough laughter escaped Lucian's lips and helped fill the sounds of a rather happy home. When Marilyn walked into the Kitchen, she'd find one little old lady that looked to be in her early seventies standing in the kitchen drinking coffee. Her brows rose as the strange woman walked into her son's kitchen. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met.." And Mom starts assuming the worse. Her eyes were on Mari like a hawk, it was obvious by the look on the woman's face, she could see something was odd about this young woman standing in front of her.

"Luc.. Luc... Is that you?" The older womanly voice came from the kitchen and once his legs were child free, he headed in that direction. Lucian stepped into the kitchen to see his mother's mouth slightly hanging over and staring at poor Marilyn. "Mom.. Everything okay?" The woman's voice came out as a forced cheerfulness. "Can we have a conversation?" And she said it with a large smile on her face. "Can you excuse us, deary. I'd like to have a word privately with my youngest son." That was the 'oh shit' moment when Lucian realizes, his mother already knew. How did women do that?! When he'd fist seen Marilyn, he couldn't tell one bit! It was conspiracy against men!

After Marilyn left the Kitchen, Lucian smiled at his mother. "Well, whats up, Mom?" She leaned around the edge of the kitchen wall to make sure the youngest boy was off doing his own thing. "Lucian Andrew Marks! Are you crazy?! Bring something like that into your home with your young impressible sons around. It's just.. Not done." Her hushed, excited voice was scolding him like he was a four year-old with his hand caught in the cookie jar before dinner. "Mom, calm down. I know what I'm doing."

"Obviously you don't. You brought a drag queen into your home."

"Not a drag queen mom, a Transsexual."

"Same difference!"

"No, not the same. Most Drag queens are straight Mom. It's just a job for them" He was trying to remain calm in this situation. While Marilyn was stuck outside the kitchen, she'd find Phil sitting there doing homework, over hearing the whole conversation. He'd look up at her and shrugged his shoulders."I don't get what the issue is." Going back to his studies, he was writing something on paper.

"Mom, this isn't your call. She's one of Jace's cases and she needed help. I helped."

"Oh like that makes it even better?! Lucian, what did she get into trouble for? Drugs? Lady of the night?"

Lucian wanted to openly laugh at his mother's hysterics. "None of your business, Mom." Why in the hell did he mention that?
 
Marilyn laughed as the boy went digging through his father's coat only to be told to wait. She glanced over at Lucian. "Nobody waits for candy," she told him. "It's too important." She greeted Lucian's mother as she entered the kitchen, but could feel the elderly woman's gaze clawing at her. Shit. She knew. Marilyn quickly left the kitchen and took a seat on the couch beside Phil.

She fingered the necklace from Devin as she listened to the conversation. She wished she could block it out. Her words and the tone they carried stung her. She wasn't like her son, who phrased whatever questions he had as delicately as possible and was always nice to her even if he didn't understand all the time.

Phil looked up at her, and she gave a small smile as he spoke. "Good on you," she told him. "For that alone, I definitely like you." Not that she had thought she wouldn't. With Lucian as their father, his boys were definitely bound to be good kids.

She stiffened as she listened to Lucian and his mother speak, and then pulled herself to her feet. She hesitated for a moment, and then her gaze darkened and she stepped into the kitchen. "What I got in trouble for is none of your damn business," she snapped at the older woman. "And neither is what I have between my legs." She couldn't tell if she wanted to yell, or start crying, or both. She was upset, that much was true. "And I'm not a drag queen. I'm a woman."
 
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Phil smiled at her, then went back to doing his homework. But it was increasing hard since the hushed voices in kitchen were really loud. But when Marilyn got up, Phil was watching. Drama wasn't something that went on in this house, and he was wondering how'd this woman would handle... Grandma. Whoa! The kid thought out loud to himself, not even Dad just got ball's to the wall with the old woman. Meanwhile, the youngest was sitting on the stair case. Both watching the scene unfold.

The woman's mouth fell open. "Luc you going to let him talk to me that way?" Lucian's was covering his face. This just went straight to hell, he had to get the situation under control, now. "Mom, you can't talk about people like that and not expect someone to stand up for themselves." Lucian grabbed Marilyn by her elbow to make sure she didn't suddenly bitch slap his mother, and he made sure he placed himself between them. Through Mari was a woman, in her mind, she still hand a man's hand strength and if she chose to hit his mother, she'd hurt the elderly woman.

"Now. This conversation in over. This is my choice, this is my home, and I will do what I deem fit. I can't stop you from having your own opinion over it, but you will not speak like that in my home." There, it was done, and Lucian realized that he, in a nice way, just told him Mother to Fuck off. Oh how this was going to end badly. "Is this how you treat me? Your own Mother?! The woman that birthed you?! Help give you life?!" Lucian was starting to grow a head ache. He grabbed his mother by her shoulders, turned her around and started pushing her softly toward the front door. "Mom, I value your opinion, but this is nether the time or place and to top that off, your opinion has come across very poorly. You sound like a bigot. So.. I want to go home, put your feet up, and I'll call you later." He handed over her coat and purse and escorted her out the door.

Phil walked into the Kitchen after they left. "Never seen that look on Grandma's face before. It was like you just.. Pimp slapped her into next year." He opened the refrigerator. "No one ever stands to her, not even grandpa. Dad and Uncle Jace just tip toe round her. I do too."
 
Marilyn felt Lucian grab her arm, and though she wanted to pull away, she didn't. She didn't want to hurt the old woman; she wouldn't, but she still didn't really want to be touched by anybody at the moment. She stood silently as she listened to the other woman speak. Why did parents always seem to think that just because they had given somebody life that it meant that their children always had to agree with them and fit their mold a hundred percent of the time? Plenty of people weren't good parents and didn't deserve any sort of respect from their children. She knew that her own parents didn't get any respect from her.

Lucian left to escort his mother to the door, and Marilyn began pulled out a pot and began to take out the ingredients she needed to start making dinner. She tried to take her mind off what had just happened and continue on as normal. She laughed softly when Phil walked in and made his comment. "Yeah," she said, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke. "I tend to tiptoe around people too. I'm pretty sick of it by this point." She sighed before turning to leave the kitchen and head upstairs. She needed a couple of minutes to herself after what had just happened.

She slipped into her room and closed the door behind her, sitting down on the bed. The constant misgendering had made her stomach sick. She should be used to it by now, but it always seemed to sting her at least a bit. What had hit her the hardest was when the woman had implied that Marilyn would try and push the boys to be like her. She wouldn't. If they were like her that was fine, but she would never push anybody else to be like that. Who would? Why would she want anybody else to go through life the way she had?

She looked at herself in the mirror and hated what she saw a good chunk of the time. She hated showers, she hated having to look at herself without her makeup, without her breast forms. Before she had come out she had avoided mirrors entirely, brushed her teeth in the morning with the lights out. Her hair had hung in her face most of the time. She had been crying almost constantly. Why would she want anybody else to do that? She buried her head in her hands.
 
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"Dad.. that was pretty wrong." Marilyn would hear the voices beyond her bedroom door. "I know. I'm not happy, but you see how Grandma acted? I better not catch either of you doing that. So now you know, I expect you to treat her how she wants to be treated." Both boys nodded their heads. "Go get cleaned up for dinner. Finish up any homework you've got. I need to go talk to her for a moment and make sure she's alright." The two boys took off. Then the knocking at her bedroom door came. Lucian hadn't had the time to her moved into the guest house. "Marilyn?"

He'd wait for an answer before he tried the door, or barged in.
 
Marilyn could hear Lucian talking to his sons, but didn't move from where she was. What Lucian's mother had said to him was bouncing around her mind and she wound up thinking about her own mother. The things she had said before she had cut her off forever. On top of snapping at her about her gender it had been coupled with, "How could you do this to us?" Devin had gotten angry at her, started yelling, and Marilyn had heard them fighting as she bolted from the house. Her parents yelling about what disrespectful, disgraceful children they had raised, and Devin snapping back at them about how narrow minded and disgusting they were. She always struggled to block it out. Her father had said the worst of it. He never really had had a filter.

She took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself and instead of calming down just started crying. This shouldn't bother her this much. Her parents weren't here. Nothing Lucian's mother had said should hit her this hard, and maybe it wouldn't have if it hadn't reminded her so much of her own parents. She heard Lucian knock at the door. "Go away, Lucian," she said, trying–and failing–to keep her voice from shaking. "I just...I need a couple of minutes."
 
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Lucian's shoulders sagged a little bit when she refused to come out. He'd leave her be, heading back in to the kitchen to start dinner. Only to hear the boys whining and crying. "No Dad, can't we order Pizza? You're going to set the house on fire!"

"Now I'm not that bad. I can make dinner." More whining came, along with "I'm Not eating it! And can I just some ice cream?!" Lucian's headache was growing to new heights. Frustration rolled off of him. All the drama that just took place in this house and these two decided they would gang up on him and be difficult. "I'm Making dinner and that's final.." Came the words form his lips in a stern voice. They were sitting there, pouting at him like he'd just taken away their X-box. "What?" The two boys mumbled and left the kitchen.
 
Marilyn heard Lucian's footsteps retreating down the hall and she stood up and wandered to the mirror. Her makeup hadn't started to run. She took a tissue and dabbed at her eyes, trying her best to stop crying. She heard Lucian's sons downstairs beginning to complain when Lucian said he would make dinner, and Marilyn laughed softly. She'd better get down there and save them from dying a horrible kitchen firey death. Maybe cooking would calm her down. She did love cooking.

She moved slowly down the stairs into the kitchen and lightly shoved Lucian away from the stove. "Here," she said. "Just let me do it." She turned to look at his boys. "I'm saving you." And then to Lucian, "Nobody here wants to die in a house fire." She brought the water in the pot to a boil and dumped in the noodles, stirring them occasionally to keep them from burning and sticking to the bottom.
 
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Six Months Later........

That favor he'd done for his brother had tuned out to be one of the best moves he ever could have done. Marilyn proved to be one of his best employees. Never late, (Mostly) had worked hard to get into his personal assistant. Manged to land herself a nice expense account, company car, and he had someone to help him mange the day-to-day crazy life he lead. Today, they were on a private jet heading to New York.

He smiled lightly as he jiggled his whiskey glass and stared down at it. "We'll get settled in, and we'll have tonight to finish up this presentation." Lucian stared out the plane window, it was now about four PM and they still had a few hours left in the air. "Did you make sure you brought all of the blue prints?" It was his normal panicked need to make sure and triple make sure that everything was on-board and there was nothing about tomorrow's meeting that could go wrong.

Reaching over, his fingers gripped a bottle of whiskey and let the it pour into his glass. "What did you want to do about dinner?" Lucian had grown used to having her always with him. Until she moved out of the guest house. The he was stuck leaving there alone. He found that her lack of presence disturbed him- a lot. "I really don't feel like going out. Maybe just some Room service?" If he didn't stop drinking he was going to be drunk, and then nothing would get done. That thought played over his mind and he jiggled his glass. He knew Mari was staring at him while he was working on third glass. "What? My last one.. Promises."
 
Marilyn was sitting next to Lucian trying her best to avoid looking out the window. She was terrified of heights, not that she liked to admit it to anybody. As long as she didn't look out the window she would be fairly calm. At least she hoped she seemed calm. "Of course I did," she said, pretending to be offended at his question. "Did you really think I would forget? I made sure I had them all at least six times. We're good."

She watched him pour himself a third glass of alcohol. Marilyn was still on her first, taking only a few sips here and there. She had never been a huge fan of whiskey. "Room service is fine with me!" she chirped. "I think you should cool it with the alcohol though. For now at least. You're gonna end up drunk and then you're gonna wake up hungover tomorrow and the meeting is going to be a huge mess."

She liked being with Lucian. She never had done well with being on her own, not on the street and certainly not now. She was so used to being around Lucian by this point that being without him tended to leave her uncomfortable and anxious. She reached over to take Lucian's glass from him and set it down. She forgot her avoidance of the windows for a moment and glanced out one before shrinking back. "I hate planes," she hissed quietly.
 
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