What About The Girl
By Risty
Disclaimer: Ehrm. I have no money, and even if I did own these characters I wouldn't make money off them. I'd use them for my own private enjoyment. *shifty eyes*
Summary: another 'if-Hannibal-had-a-daughter' fic. I got 31 reviews, so it must be good.*shifty eyes*
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Taylor Logan flipped through the magazine, her eyes surveying the skinny blonde models with boredom. She shifted into a more comfortable position in her seat and watched the landscape go by at a very fast pace. She wondered where her father was. He hadn't been in the Sleeper Car for the past hour. But she wasn't worried. She closed her eyes and let the gentle rumbling of the train soothe her. It'd been a week since they had fled from Italy. No one knew of the kill of the corrupt cop at the Palazzo Belfiore. Everyone thought it was a successful suicide attempt.
Now. Now Taylor and her father were on their way to Ingham, North Queensland in Australia. It was a small, mostly Italian community that wasn't far from Townsville or Cairns. It wasn't very far from the beach either. In summer, Taylor could have a choice of four beaches: Forrest Beach, Lucinda, Dungeness or Taylor's Beach. She snorted. She probably wouldn't hear the end of it with her name being Taylor.
The door slid open and her father, Connor Logan, stepped into the Sleeper Car. He smiled at her and sat on the bunk. "Good morning, Sleepy-head." He said, with a chuckle. Taylor smiled.
"Morning. Where did you go?"
"I went to the beverage car. I got you a sandwich." He passed off a ham and cheese toasted sandwich and a coffee. She took it and began to eat, looking out the window of the Overlander.
"I hope this town is a nice place..." She said, swallowing. Her father nodded.
"It is, I lived her for a while before I met your mother. It rains alot and can get rather hot, but it's a nice town."
She nodded as the bell made a sound and a voice filtered through the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now entering Ingham Station. For those of you who are leaving us here, please remember to take all your personal belongings with you. Thank you."
~^~
After getting off the train and catching a cab to the house that Connor Logan had in his possesion for quite some time, Taylor found it already furnished with everyday things. Her room, she discovered, had a pretty bed with purple and black doona cover, cutains and pillows. She smiled and set her clothes down before beginning to unpack. She hung up her dresses, blouses and a few good shirts before folding her jeans, sweatshirts and T- shirts and putting them neatly into drawers. Then she explored the house.
It was what one would call an old 'Queenslander' with bright, airy rooms, an open wrap-around porch and a big kitchen. Taylor was instantly in love with it. She went down the stairs to check out the situation of the garden. The grass was mowed and the gardens were immaculet. Taylor didn't have to wonder why, because an elderly Italian man can bustling out from the shed, with a wheelbarrow. He saw Taylor and smiled.
"Ciao, siete sig.na Taylor?"
"Appena Taylor. Chi sono voi?"
"Sono il giardiniere, Samson." Samson said. "Ho visto l'automobile tirare su."
"Potete parlare inglese?" Taylor asked.
"Si. I can very well, but I preferr to use my own tongue." Samson smiled. "Are you Mr. Logan's daughter?"
"Yeah. Did he tell you about me?"
"We converse through letters. I have been the gardener of this house since 1974."
"Twenty-four years?" Taylor asked in amazement.
"Si. Angelica has been here since 1979, but she only comes in once a week."
"Angelica?"
"Ahh, the maid. A very nice woman. Not as old as me though." He chuckled, leaning on his shovel. "I am very old."
"No way!" Taylor said, laughing. "You're young and chipper!" Samson laughed and looked up at the porch.
"Bonjourno Signor Logan!" He said, waving. Mr Logan waved back and smiled, nodding his head. Samson looked back at Taylor. "Well, Taylor. I'd better get this gardening done. I was going to plant some more tomatoes." He looked up at the sky. "We're going to get a storm tonight! I guarantee it!."
Taylor smiled. "Well, I'll see you later, Samson. 'Bye!" She waved and continued to explore the garden. When she came to the low brick wall, she saw two girls leaning against it, looking up at the house. She frowned and crept forward, quietly.
"From what my mum says, no one has lived there since 1979. But a gardener keeps the yard looking tidy and a maid comes once a week to dust and stuff." Said the first, a girl with turtle-shell shaped glasses, bright green eyes and light brown hair. "But according to Brian, there's a couple of people living there now. Moved in this morning, I think."
"That's cool." Said the other girl. "Did he say who?" She flicked her black hair over her shoulder and looked at her friend, her eyes and intense blue.
"Yeah, some girl and her dad." The green-eyed one said. "Wonder when we'll meet them?"
"You can meet me right now." Taylor said, coming out from behind the tree. The girls visibly jumped and turned to her.
"Shit!" Said the green-eyed one. "You scared us!"
"Sorry." Taylor grinned apologetically. "I just heard you talking and couldn't resist."
"It's okay." Said the blue eyed one. "What's your name?"
"Taylor Logan. We just moved in this morning, who are you?"
"Well, I'm Alara Beaumont." Said the green-eyed one.
"And I'm Laura Correster." Said the blue-eyed one. "Nice to meet you."
They shook hands and began talking.
"So, where'd you move from?" Laura wanted to know.
"Stuttgart, Germany." Taylor said, sighing.
"You don't sound German." Alara said, grinning.
"Because I originally came from Kansas with a little dog named Toto." Taylor quipped, sending the other two into giggles. "Nah, I came from Napa, California."
"Wow... that's like, the west coast, isn't it?" Alara asked.
"Geography was never her strong point." Laura said, earning a whack on the arm. "Ow!"
"Shut up, Laura." Alara said, hopping off the wall. "We'd better get going. It's gonna start pouring down soon."
Taylor looked up at the sky. It was still a pristine blue. "But there isn't a cloud in the sky."
"Yeah, but you can feel it in the air." Laura said, closing her eyes. "If you've lived here all your life, like me and Alara, you'd recognise the warnings."
"Hey Taylor, I'm having a sleep over on Saturday night, do you wanna come?" Alara asked. Taylor thought about it.
"I'll have to ask my dad. Meet me here tomorrow, if it isn't raining. I'll tell you then."
"Okay." Alara smiled. "See you tomorrow then!"
"Bye!" Said Taylor. Already, she could see dark clouds rolling in from the North. "See you!"
As the other two girls ran home, Taylor ran up the stairs and inside. Samson was wheeling the barrow back into the shed as quickly as he could. He shut the door and came up the stairs, to the kitchen, where Mr Logan had made him a cup of tea.
"Still take milk and sugar, Samson?" He asked.
"Si, Signor Logan." He said with a smile. Taylor went to her room and sat on her bed, looking out the window as the first heavy drops of water splashed down from the dark grey sky. She thought about the two girls she'd met that day and smiled.
~^~
Later that evening, when Samson had gone home, Taylor and her father were enjoying a meal of ham and salad, as it was all that was in the house at that time.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow." Her father said.
"Dad, I've been invited to a sleep over on Saturday night by two local girls, is it okay if I go?"
"Of course. I saw you talking with those two girls today. Are they nice?" He asked, pleased that she was already making friends.
"Yes, they both are. I told them to come back tomorrow so they could get my answer, because I don't know the phone number here yet."
"Fair enough. Now, you'd better go and have a shower. It's getting a little late."
"All right. Good night Dad."
"Good night, Juliette."
~^~
The next morning, thought still grey and dreary, it had stopped raining, but promising more on the way. Taylor woke up in her bed, her reading lamp still on and her book on the floor. She shook her head and turned off the lamp. She got out of bed and went to her drawers to find a pair jeans, a T- shirt and some underwear. Then she went to her bathroom, had a quick shower, and went to the kitchen for some breakfast.
After wolfing down a glass of milk and two pieces of slightly burned toast and peanut butter, she went back to her room to put on some shoes. The thick carpet quietened her footsteps and she went down to the garage, under the house to explore there. She hadn't had time the day before.
She turned on the light and squinted at the sudden brightness. There was a beautiful white cadillac convertible from the around the 1960's, fully restored. Taylor looked at it, what a beauty.
"Admiring my car, are you?" A gruff voice said, making her jump. She turned around and saw a man coming toward her.
"I-I was only having a look."
"Who are yer and what are ya doin' here?" He asked, his voice gravelly from to many cigarettes.
"What are you doing here?" She challenged, looking up at him, he wore a pair of ratty old jeans and a faded flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had untidy dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. He wouldn't have been older than about 35.
"I live here." He said, glaring.
"No you don't!" She said indignantly. "I live here. With my father."
"Oh yeah? Who's you're father?"
"Connor Logan."
The man froze. "C-Connor Logan?" He asked, paling. "Shit!" He backed away from her, looking like he'd seen the ghost of Christmas past, and ran out of the garage door. Taylor was confused. Why was the man scared of her father.
*Well, duh stupid, anyone would be scared if they new your father was a renowned serial killer.*
Still, he was under the identity of Connor Logan, so what was so scary about him? She decided to ask her father later. Or better yet, ask Samson when he arrived.
Sure enough, about an hour later, Samson arrived in his old Pick-up truck, ready for a day of gardening. Taylor went out to see him.
"Samson?"
"Si?" The old man looked over his shoulder. "Good morning, Taylor."
"Good morning." She smiled. "Is it okay if I call you Sam?"
"Of course."
"Okay... Sam, who is that man who lives in garage?"
Samson smiled slightly. "You mean Ricardo? You've met him, have you?"
"Ricardo? He owns that beautiful car?"
"No. Ricardo does not own it. You're father does. Ricardo found it there one day and says it's his. But he never found the keys, because you're father has them with him somewhere. So Ricardo just loved looking at it, and he polishes it up every week. He looks after it very well."
"You mean he wass just snooping around and claimed the car for himself."
"Basically."
"Why is he afraid of Dad?"
"Ahh, he got into a spot of trouble with your father when he was here, back in 1978. Tried to take the car out, he did, and your father wasn't to pleased. When Signor Logan left, taking the keys with him, I gave Ricardo the job of polishing the car once a week. I told him if he tried to take the car, I would tell your father and that would put him right off the idea."
Taylor laughed.
"Hey Taylor!" Laura's voice called out. "What's your answer?"
Taylor turned and saw Alara and Laura running up the drive. "My dad said yes!"
"Brilliant! Don't worry, 'kay? We're getting my big brother, Brian, to pick you all up in the station wagon." said Alara.
"All?"
"Yeah." Alara replied. "You'll be able to meet the other girls. Josephine, Lauren, Amy, Amanda, Amy, Daniella, Chantelle, Jessica, Stephanie, Rachael, Corrine and Katie."
"Wait... two Amy's?"
"Yeah, Amy Rae and Amy Leotta."
"Oh... right. That's kinda of a lot of girls, isn't it? To pick up in one station wagon, I mean."
"Oh, Both Amy's, Daniella, Jessica, Katie and Amanda are getting dropped off by Jessica's mum." Laura said, grinning. "And Corrine and Josephine are getting dropped off by their mum."
"Cool." Taylor said, grinning. "What do I need to bring?"
"PJ's, toothbrush and yourself." Alara said. "We've gotta heaps of sleeping bags and blankets and stuff, so you don't need to worry."
"Okay then." Taylor said with a wider grin.
"Taylor! I'm going down town, do you want to come?" Mr Logan called out.
"I'm coming!" She called. "I'd better go. I'll see you tomorrow evening, then?"
"Sure!" Laura said.
"Bye!" Alara said and Taylor ran into the garage to the car.
A/N: No, do not get any ideas that I'm ripping off Sam the Gardener from LOTR... it just came out like that.
By Risty
Disclaimer: Ehrm. I have no money, and even if I did own these characters I wouldn't make money off them. I'd use them for my own private enjoyment. *shifty eyes*
Summary: another 'if-Hannibal-had-a-daughter' fic. I got 31 reviews, so it must be good.*shifty eyes*
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Taylor Logan flipped through the magazine, her eyes surveying the skinny blonde models with boredom. She shifted into a more comfortable position in her seat and watched the landscape go by at a very fast pace. She wondered where her father was. He hadn't been in the Sleeper Car for the past hour. But she wasn't worried. She closed her eyes and let the gentle rumbling of the train soothe her. It'd been a week since they had fled from Italy. No one knew of the kill of the corrupt cop at the Palazzo Belfiore. Everyone thought it was a successful suicide attempt.
Now. Now Taylor and her father were on their way to Ingham, North Queensland in Australia. It was a small, mostly Italian community that wasn't far from Townsville or Cairns. It wasn't very far from the beach either. In summer, Taylor could have a choice of four beaches: Forrest Beach, Lucinda, Dungeness or Taylor's Beach. She snorted. She probably wouldn't hear the end of it with her name being Taylor.
The door slid open and her father, Connor Logan, stepped into the Sleeper Car. He smiled at her and sat on the bunk. "Good morning, Sleepy-head." He said, with a chuckle. Taylor smiled.
"Morning. Where did you go?"
"I went to the beverage car. I got you a sandwich." He passed off a ham and cheese toasted sandwich and a coffee. She took it and began to eat, looking out the window of the Overlander.
"I hope this town is a nice place..." She said, swallowing. Her father nodded.
"It is, I lived her for a while before I met your mother. It rains alot and can get rather hot, but it's a nice town."
She nodded as the bell made a sound and a voice filtered through the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now entering Ingham Station. For those of you who are leaving us here, please remember to take all your personal belongings with you. Thank you."
~^~
After getting off the train and catching a cab to the house that Connor Logan had in his possesion for quite some time, Taylor found it already furnished with everyday things. Her room, she discovered, had a pretty bed with purple and black doona cover, cutains and pillows. She smiled and set her clothes down before beginning to unpack. She hung up her dresses, blouses and a few good shirts before folding her jeans, sweatshirts and T- shirts and putting them neatly into drawers. Then she explored the house.
It was what one would call an old 'Queenslander' with bright, airy rooms, an open wrap-around porch and a big kitchen. Taylor was instantly in love with it. She went down the stairs to check out the situation of the garden. The grass was mowed and the gardens were immaculet. Taylor didn't have to wonder why, because an elderly Italian man can bustling out from the shed, with a wheelbarrow. He saw Taylor and smiled.
"Ciao, siete sig.na Taylor?"
"Appena Taylor. Chi sono voi?"
"Sono il giardiniere, Samson." Samson said. "Ho visto l'automobile tirare su."
"Potete parlare inglese?" Taylor asked.
"Si. I can very well, but I preferr to use my own tongue." Samson smiled. "Are you Mr. Logan's daughter?"
"Yeah. Did he tell you about me?"
"We converse through letters. I have been the gardener of this house since 1974."
"Twenty-four years?" Taylor asked in amazement.
"Si. Angelica has been here since 1979, but she only comes in once a week."
"Angelica?"
"Ahh, the maid. A very nice woman. Not as old as me though." He chuckled, leaning on his shovel. "I am very old."
"No way!" Taylor said, laughing. "You're young and chipper!" Samson laughed and looked up at the porch.
"Bonjourno Signor Logan!" He said, waving. Mr Logan waved back and smiled, nodding his head. Samson looked back at Taylor. "Well, Taylor. I'd better get this gardening done. I was going to plant some more tomatoes." He looked up at the sky. "We're going to get a storm tonight! I guarantee it!."
Taylor smiled. "Well, I'll see you later, Samson. 'Bye!" She waved and continued to explore the garden. When she came to the low brick wall, she saw two girls leaning against it, looking up at the house. She frowned and crept forward, quietly.
"From what my mum says, no one has lived there since 1979. But a gardener keeps the yard looking tidy and a maid comes once a week to dust and stuff." Said the first, a girl with turtle-shell shaped glasses, bright green eyes and light brown hair. "But according to Brian, there's a couple of people living there now. Moved in this morning, I think."
"That's cool." Said the other girl. "Did he say who?" She flicked her black hair over her shoulder and looked at her friend, her eyes and intense blue.
"Yeah, some girl and her dad." The green-eyed one said. "Wonder when we'll meet them?"
"You can meet me right now." Taylor said, coming out from behind the tree. The girls visibly jumped and turned to her.
"Shit!" Said the green-eyed one. "You scared us!"
"Sorry." Taylor grinned apologetically. "I just heard you talking and couldn't resist."
"It's okay." Said the blue eyed one. "What's your name?"
"Taylor Logan. We just moved in this morning, who are you?"
"Well, I'm Alara Beaumont." Said the green-eyed one.
"And I'm Laura Correster." Said the blue-eyed one. "Nice to meet you."
They shook hands and began talking.
"So, where'd you move from?" Laura wanted to know.
"Stuttgart, Germany." Taylor said, sighing.
"You don't sound German." Alara said, grinning.
"Because I originally came from Kansas with a little dog named Toto." Taylor quipped, sending the other two into giggles. "Nah, I came from Napa, California."
"Wow... that's like, the west coast, isn't it?" Alara asked.
"Geography was never her strong point." Laura said, earning a whack on the arm. "Ow!"
"Shut up, Laura." Alara said, hopping off the wall. "We'd better get going. It's gonna start pouring down soon."
Taylor looked up at the sky. It was still a pristine blue. "But there isn't a cloud in the sky."
"Yeah, but you can feel it in the air." Laura said, closing her eyes. "If you've lived here all your life, like me and Alara, you'd recognise the warnings."
"Hey Taylor, I'm having a sleep over on Saturday night, do you wanna come?" Alara asked. Taylor thought about it.
"I'll have to ask my dad. Meet me here tomorrow, if it isn't raining. I'll tell you then."
"Okay." Alara smiled. "See you tomorrow then!"
"Bye!" Said Taylor. Already, she could see dark clouds rolling in from the North. "See you!"
As the other two girls ran home, Taylor ran up the stairs and inside. Samson was wheeling the barrow back into the shed as quickly as he could. He shut the door and came up the stairs, to the kitchen, where Mr Logan had made him a cup of tea.
"Still take milk and sugar, Samson?" He asked.
"Si, Signor Logan." He said with a smile. Taylor went to her room and sat on her bed, looking out the window as the first heavy drops of water splashed down from the dark grey sky. She thought about the two girls she'd met that day and smiled.
~^~
Later that evening, when Samson had gone home, Taylor and her father were enjoying a meal of ham and salad, as it was all that was in the house at that time.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow." Her father said.
"Dad, I've been invited to a sleep over on Saturday night by two local girls, is it okay if I go?"
"Of course. I saw you talking with those two girls today. Are they nice?" He asked, pleased that she was already making friends.
"Yes, they both are. I told them to come back tomorrow so they could get my answer, because I don't know the phone number here yet."
"Fair enough. Now, you'd better go and have a shower. It's getting a little late."
"All right. Good night Dad."
"Good night, Juliette."
~^~
The next morning, thought still grey and dreary, it had stopped raining, but promising more on the way. Taylor woke up in her bed, her reading lamp still on and her book on the floor. She shook her head and turned off the lamp. She got out of bed and went to her drawers to find a pair jeans, a T- shirt and some underwear. Then she went to her bathroom, had a quick shower, and went to the kitchen for some breakfast.
After wolfing down a glass of milk and two pieces of slightly burned toast and peanut butter, she went back to her room to put on some shoes. The thick carpet quietened her footsteps and she went down to the garage, under the house to explore there. She hadn't had time the day before.
She turned on the light and squinted at the sudden brightness. There was a beautiful white cadillac convertible from the around the 1960's, fully restored. Taylor looked at it, what a beauty.
"Admiring my car, are you?" A gruff voice said, making her jump. She turned around and saw a man coming toward her.
"I-I was only having a look."
"Who are yer and what are ya doin' here?" He asked, his voice gravelly from to many cigarettes.
"What are you doing here?" She challenged, looking up at him, he wore a pair of ratty old jeans and a faded flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had untidy dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. He wouldn't have been older than about 35.
"I live here." He said, glaring.
"No you don't!" She said indignantly. "I live here. With my father."
"Oh yeah? Who's you're father?"
"Connor Logan."
The man froze. "C-Connor Logan?" He asked, paling. "Shit!" He backed away from her, looking like he'd seen the ghost of Christmas past, and ran out of the garage door. Taylor was confused. Why was the man scared of her father.
*Well, duh stupid, anyone would be scared if they new your father was a renowned serial killer.*
Still, he was under the identity of Connor Logan, so what was so scary about him? She decided to ask her father later. Or better yet, ask Samson when he arrived.
Sure enough, about an hour later, Samson arrived in his old Pick-up truck, ready for a day of gardening. Taylor went out to see him.
"Samson?"
"Si?" The old man looked over his shoulder. "Good morning, Taylor."
"Good morning." She smiled. "Is it okay if I call you Sam?"
"Of course."
"Okay... Sam, who is that man who lives in garage?"
Samson smiled slightly. "You mean Ricardo? You've met him, have you?"
"Ricardo? He owns that beautiful car?"
"No. Ricardo does not own it. You're father does. Ricardo found it there one day and says it's his. But he never found the keys, because you're father has them with him somewhere. So Ricardo just loved looking at it, and he polishes it up every week. He looks after it very well."
"You mean he wass just snooping around and claimed the car for himself."
"Basically."
"Why is he afraid of Dad?"
"Ahh, he got into a spot of trouble with your father when he was here, back in 1978. Tried to take the car out, he did, and your father wasn't to pleased. When Signor Logan left, taking the keys with him, I gave Ricardo the job of polishing the car once a week. I told him if he tried to take the car, I would tell your father and that would put him right off the idea."
Taylor laughed.
"Hey Taylor!" Laura's voice called out. "What's your answer?"
Taylor turned and saw Alara and Laura running up the drive. "My dad said yes!"
"Brilliant! Don't worry, 'kay? We're getting my big brother, Brian, to pick you all up in the station wagon." said Alara.
"All?"
"Yeah." Alara replied. "You'll be able to meet the other girls. Josephine, Lauren, Amy, Amanda, Amy, Daniella, Chantelle, Jessica, Stephanie, Rachael, Corrine and Katie."
"Wait... two Amy's?"
"Yeah, Amy Rae and Amy Leotta."
"Oh... right. That's kinda of a lot of girls, isn't it? To pick up in one station wagon, I mean."
"Oh, Both Amy's, Daniella, Jessica, Katie and Amanda are getting dropped off by Jessica's mum." Laura said, grinning. "And Corrine and Josephine are getting dropped off by their mum."
"Cool." Taylor said, grinning. "What do I need to bring?"
"PJ's, toothbrush and yourself." Alara said. "We've gotta heaps of sleeping bags and blankets and stuff, so you don't need to worry."
"Okay then." Taylor said with a wider grin.
"Taylor! I'm going down town, do you want to come?" Mr Logan called out.
"I'm coming!" She called. "I'd better go. I'll see you tomorrow evening, then?"
"Sure!" Laura said.
"Bye!" Alara said and Taylor ran into the garage to the car.
A/N: No, do not get any ideas that I'm ripping off Sam the Gardener from LOTR... it just came out like that.