Writing Snippets
These are little snippets I've written over time, None of them are good or fleshed out but might give you some insight into the dynamics and stuff.
An Hour after - AO3
Keep in mind, Kath wasn't even a fully thought out character when I wrote this, she would not act like this.
This is what happened after the bite of 83' from my AU. Will and his wife argue and it shows how their relationship had fallen apart.
An Hour After - ExtrasolartrashAn Hour After - Alternate Dialogue
“You left Michael back there.”
His eyes snapped to his wife; he hadn’t been paying attention.
“What?”
“You forgot about Michael back at the restaurant, you would have left without him if I hadn’t brought him along.”
He doesn’t understand where she’s going with this. Yes he had forgotten Michael, Yes he felt horrible about it but Cooper had been… he had needed to get him here.
There were massive rips along his head, curving along his cheeks and nose. His left eye looked slightly out of place, like a wrong fitted jigsaw piece. One of the employees had already started resituating the springlocks to loosen the jaw when Will got there. Michael’s arms were the only thing keeping it from snapping shut. What had been a few seconds had felt like minutes waiting for the jaw to finally loosen, the moment it did William had grabbed cooper and rushed out the door, leaving Michael by himself on stage.
“I… Yes I did, I didn’t mean to, you know that.”
Will and kath discuss their marriage and subsequent divorce
"Do you ever regret our marriage?" Will's eyebrows furrow, eyes staring ahead and worrying his lip anticipating her answer.
"I-" she looks at him, he's nervous, like he already knows her answer but needs to confirm it.
"I don't regret marrying you william." She frowns at him, like that was the obvious answer. His eyes shoot up, surprised. Apparently, they weren't on the same page.
"Look, I- If we hadn't got together we wouldn't have the kids, or be where we are now and even if things are... tricky at the moment, I wouldn't change that for the world" she refuses to fully look at him, only glancing to see his reaction. He's still staring but its softer now, no longer surprising.
"It's just- when we did get together we never- I didn't- we had never really been like that, like everyone else. I mean that's what we wanted, right? Just to get our parents off our backs, it was good, we were good, it was working. We were best friends. I just- we didn't have the same goals or dreams and I couldn't support what you wanted william. We were never meant to be that way, I guess." She looks for his reaction, hoping he understands.
"I know." He smiles softly.
"We were always on the same page. Then suddenly it seemed that we weren't, I couldn't understand what changed. Why would you leave?"
She straightens up at that, ready to be on the defensive. She's already prepared to argue her case but he gives her a knowing look, sticking a finger up asking for a second. She huffs a bit and settles back down, letting him continue.
He remembers being so confused when he had brought up his plans and she would push them aside. How he did it anyway because he couldn't stand his job anymore, couldn't keep going like that. It just wasn't what he wanted. Then the hurt he felt when she had left, leaving him to pick up the pieces when they had made a plan, the plan he had dismissed to pursue what he wanted.
"But I get it now, I mean that. It took me a second but I understood eventually."
A draft of CCs thoughts when Michael returns
By the time Michael makes a reappearance, Cece would have believed he had moved on from what had happened to him. He had faced all the bullying from his scarring and pushed past it, he genuinely couldn’t care about what anyone thought of him as long as his actual friends were around. He had accepted that he would never see his brother again, that he basically only had one sibling but then he shows up again almost ten years later and he’s nothing like Cece had imagined.
The version of Michael he had crafted after he had left was arrogant, went and became successful while never having to face the consequences for what he did, leaving all his family behind while he lived the high life. Imagining his brother as some selfish asshole had made it easy to move on, to not think about what he had lost.
The Michael he saw now though was… timid. He barely spoke, and when he did it was almost a whisper. His eyes would dart around the room, hands fidgeting while he stood, his shoulders tense. From the unassuming eye, Michael would appear calm, stoic even, but Cece had always been more observant than others.
It didn’t make sense. These two versions of his brother were nothing alike, nothing like the person who had bullied him so long ago, who had taken it so far. He… didn't really know what to make of it. This wasn’t his brother, yet here he was anyway. He had been gone for long enough that he and Elizabeth had fully resigned to never seeing him again. As much as she said it didn’t bother her, she always got this sad look in her eyes when she thought he wasn’t looking.
How could he show his face again when he had left them all to deal with the fallout of what he did.