Three Year Anniversary Special–A Different Life

A/N: So I had this whole spiel about how I was excited about this special. But Live Writer ate it (thoroughly encouraged by WordPress). Because it SUCKS! Anyway! You guessed it right! Exactly three years ago TODAY I posted Conrad’s prologue. I’d say we’ve come so far, but I’ve only posted like 8 chapters. This is a NON CANON special, which would show how different Conrad’s life really would be had any small event been different. You guys got the idea stuck in my head with your comments in the last chapter. This NON CANON tale takes place in a universe where Archer never chased Brianna and Marshal down in Riverview. I hope you enjoy this NON CANON special! I was really excited about it (until Live Writer started being a weenis!). I am still excited about it, but my excitement bar has plummeted considerably! Anyway!!! I hope you enjoy!!!



Twenty four year old Marshal Weaver woke up slightly disoriented. The sheets that were covering him definitely weren’t his. They felt softer; nicer. Not like the itchy blanket that adorned his queen sized bed. It took him only a few seconds to remember why he felt like he wasn’t in his room. He opened his eyes, and turned over to face the woman lying next to him. She was still asleep; snoring softly.


Elaine Joy was definitely not his type. Sure, she had an amazing body, and was awesome in bed, despite having no prior experience. But Marshal had a really hard time getting past her face. While he had met and seen uglier women, he felt like Elaine’s face was extremely plain. Almost borderline ugly. She was good for a romp in the sheets, if nothing else; as long as Marshal pretended that she looked like some other woman.


Marshal got out of the bed as quietly as he could, taking one last look at Elaine’s naked form. He quickly threw on his clothes, and tiptoed out of her bedroom.


Closing the bedroom door quietly, he walked down the hall; trying to be careful not to make a sound. If Elaine’s father caught him sneaking out, he’d probably threaten him with his shotgun again, which would wake Elaine up, and would bring on more trouble than was needed.


He felt relief wash over him as he exited the house, and got into his jalopy. He knew that problems with the Joy family would eventually turn up, but that was something he would worry about another day.

As he turned the key in the ignition, he heard his cell phone begin to ring. He looked at the caller id, and saw that it was a call from his mother. He cursed, and hit the send button, turning on the speakerphone as he pulled out of the driveway

“Hey.” He said, feeling his chest tighten in irritation.


“Hi Marshal!” His mother greeted him, trying to sound cheerful. “I’ve been trying to reach you for a while.”

“Yeah, well… I’ve been busy.”

“Oh… Okay. Well, the reason I’m calling is because Nova’s graduation ceremony is in two weeks. We were really hoping that you could be there.” At the mention of his younger sister’s name, Marshal felt anger course through his entire body.

“I don’t know. We’ll see.”

“That’s… that’s it? ‘We’ll see?’ This is a very important day in your sister’s life, and she would really love it if you could be there to support her. She really looks up to you.” Marshal laughed dryly at the thought of his genius of a sister, who was graduating a year early at the top of her class, would look up to him of all people.


“Sure she does. Look, I’ll try to make it. If I can’t, I’ll… I don’t know… I’ll buy her something.”


“But Marshal, she just wants you there! We really haven’t seen much of you since you moved out last year. We really miss you. You’re my son, and I love you.” Marshal felt a headache begin to form just above his brows as he remembered what happened that caused him to leave.

He and his sister had always been at odds, constantly fighting over the smallest things. It usually started because Marshal lost his temper. However, he had never laid a finger on his sister until the day where she accidentally spilled her glass of water on his laptop as they sat together to watch a movie. Marshal had gotten so angry, that he lost control, and punched her.

After his fist connected, he snapped back to reality and realized what he had done. His mother had warned him that if he didn’t control his anger, he would do something he regretted, but he had never cared before. He couldn’t help but think of his father. In a moment of panic, Marshal stormed out of the house. He never came back.


“Uh huh… Love ya too. I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later.”

But Marshal-” he didn’t hear the rest of what she was going to say as he pressed the button to end the call. As he drove, he couldn’t help but wonder what his father might be up to. ‘Probably rotting in a jail cell’ somewhere. He thought, as he pulled into one of the few parking spaces near the grocery store. He knew that he had more of his father in him than he would have liked, with his short temper, and anger that was difficult to quell.


As he climbed out of the car, he thought about the silent promise he had made to himself years ago; when his temper really started coming out. ‘I am not going to be my dad’, he had thought. So much for that promise. He knew that most of his anger came from self loathe, and that the more he exploded, the deeper he fell into bitterness.

Crossing the park on the way to the store, he begged to no one in particular that the person that he really didn’t want to see might not be there. His heart sank as he saw her sitting on her usual bench in front of the store, clutching a bag of birdseed. Stealing his nerves, he marched in the direction of the grocery store entrance, hoping that she wouldn’t notice him today.


“Good morning Marshal!” She called out to him cheerily. Crap.


“Morning Evalynn.” He said through gritted teeth. He turned around to face the woman who seemed to have a strange interest in him; and wondered how someone could be so freakin’ cheerful this early in the day.


“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” She smiled sincerely at him. ‘Crazy old coot.’ He thought. She always either wanted to strike up a random conversation with him; as if they were the best of friends, or she would want to invite him to church; a place that he had absolutely no interest in going to.

“Sure it is.” He grumbled. He saw her take a deep breath, and sigh in contentment, as if the world that they lived in wasn’t utter crap.

“A day like today makes me really appreciate everything that God has created. Like this beautiful park, these birds, all of the people in this town.” She reached into her bag, and pulled out a handful of seed. She tossed it gently onto the ground in front of her. ‘This isn’t freakin’ Mary Poppins!’ He thought, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Sure it does.” He clenched and unclenched his fists. He really didn’t want to explode in the middle of the park, but he felt anger rise with every word out of this old lady’s mouth. Suddenly, she perked up, remembering something that had been previously escaping her mind.


“Oh! I’ve been meaning to tell you! On Sunday, after service, we are having a luncheon. Everyone’s invited! I already talked to your mother, who said that she and Nova would come. But she told me that I would have to talk to you, since you don’t really live there anymore. Of course, I have no problem personally extending the invitation.” She continued going on and on about how excited she was for the luncheon, and who would be coming. Who was bringing what, and who was going to be singing in the choir. Marshal tried taking deep breaths, so that he could calm down. But only one thought continuously ran through his mind. ‘Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. He couldn’t take it anymore.


“Oh my God! Will you just shut up!?! Nobody freakin’ cares about your stupid church, and your dumb freakin’ church functions! I’m not going to go to any services, and I sure as heck am not going to any stupid luncheon! So just leave me the freak alone!” He stormed off into the store before he could even focus on the look that may have crossed Evalynn’s face.


When he exited the store, hands full of his purchases, he looked around for Evalynn. Though he found her to be annoying, he felt he should apologize for his outburst. His mother had taught him that. Unfortunately, her bench was empty. ‘Great,’ He thought. ‘Something else to add to the list of things I’ve messed up.’ He slowly began to walk to his car, when his cell phone rang again. He picked it up, and raised it to his ear.


“Hello?” He asked.

“Hey baby!” He was thrown off for a second, until his brain recognized the voice of Anna, his girlfriend of two years.


“Hey babe! What’s up?” He asked, trying to shrug off his previous self loathe. He began to picture her, laying on the bed that they shared, and wondered what she might be wearing. Probably something that didn’t leave much to the imagination. He thought fondly of the many see through nightgowns that she chose to wear, and rushed over to his car before his body could embarrass him in public.


“I was just calling to see what happened last night.” She stated nervously. “You said that you were going to go to the store to replace the milk that expired in the fridge, but you never came home. I stayed up waiting for you.” He rolled his eyes.

“Sorry hun. When I got to the store, it was closed. Then I ran into Ian, and hung out at his house. I guess I fell asleep over there.” That was partially true. He really had bumped into Ian, one of the few good friends that he hadn’t managed to push away. They had planned to hang out at Ian’s house, but went to a bar instead, where they saw Elaine. “I just left the store with the milk. I’m on my way home.”

“Okay.” Anna responded. She sounded slightly skeptical, but she knew better than to accuse Marshal of anything. It would not end well for either of them. “I’ll see you at home then.”

“Okay, I love you!”

“I love you too. Buh-bye baby.” Marshal ended the call, and started up the car.


His relationship with Anna was plaguing his mind. He knew he didn’t really love her; He didn’t really love anybody. She was very attractive, and they got along pretty well. He wasn’t planning on marrying her, though he could tell that’s what she wanted, but Marshal refused to put himself in that position. No, he’d rather just continue the relationship he had with Anna. Eventually, it would die, and they’d go their separate ways. If not, then he’d have to cut the cord before their relationship became too dangerous.


As he reached the front entrance of his house, he noticed that the newspaper delivery boy had thrown the morning paper into the bushes again. He grunted in frustration, then put the groceries on the porch, and rang the doorbell to let Anna know that he was outside so that she could let him in. He reached into the bushes to pull out the paper, silently threatening to wring the kid’s neck the next time he missed the porch.


When he finally got inside, he gave Anna a quick kiss, and sat down to try and look for job openings in the paper. He really wasn’t picky, being desperate enough to apply for anything that he qualified for. Having been fired from five different jobs in the last two months really didn’t look good for his resume. Having not found any jobs that he was qualified for, he slammed the paper down on the coffee table.

Sitting back, with his arms folded, he noticed the article on the front page. Letting curiosity get the better of him, he picked up the paper again, and began to read.

Littler Family Mourns The Suicide Of Au Pair


Yesterday morning brought a shock to the Littler family, as they discovered that their Au Pair Odine Perry had committed suicide. Ms. Perry was found by Deidre Littler, daughter of celebrity couple Reuben and Renee Littler, as the young girl noticed that her caretaker was nowhere to be found. Ms. Perry was found lying in her bed, with a bottle of pills in hand. Renee Littler confessed that Ms. Perry appeared to be having a hard time, especially after the birth of her son, Lance Perry.Screenshot-475-1

“I knew that she wasn’t happy. I just didn’t expect her to do something like this. It’s just so sad to think that little Lance is now orphaned.” Renee confessed, as she wiped tears from her eyes. Her husband Reuben lovingly put a hand on her shoulder, and stated that they were going to find out who is Lance’s father, and if he doesn’t want him, that they are willing to adopt the 3 year old. Teenagers Bronson and Deidre refused to comment on the matter. Reuben asked that the family be given privacy as they mourn the death of a member of the family.



As Marshal’s eyes scanned the final words of the article, he felt an overwhelming sense of sadness come over him. So much so, that he actually felt like crying. He hadn’t cried since he was about ten years old, and the fact that he suddenly wanted to bawl over the death of some random stranger confused him. Sure, it was sad that Lance Perry had lost his mother, and sure, it was sad that Odine just gave up, but there was no reason to cry. Lance would probably be fine. He had the Littlers to watch over him. At least he had a father figure to depend on. Marshal’s father figure had been abusive.


Wiping his eyes of the tears that had begun to form, Marshal got up from the couch to look for Anna. Can’t worry about other people right now. I’ve got my own problems to deal with.


I woke up in a cold sweat, with my fists gripping onto the blankets for dear life. I shot up, and looked to the person laying beside me. Odine lay there with her blanket covering part of her face.


Even when she was completely disheveled, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I turned over, and wrapped my arms around her.

“Did you have a nightmare?” She asked me; as I had accidentally woken her up. I wasn’t entirely sure how she could tell that I’d had a bad dream, as opposed to normal cuddling. She was always pretty good at that.

“Kind of.” I said. “It wasn’t like a normal nightmare. The whole thing just felt… Off.”


“Do you want to talk about it?” She questioned. I thought about it for a minute, before deciding that there really was no point. That dream would never happen. I shook my head, telling her that it didn’t matter. She laid her head back down on her pillow and faced me, giving me a small smile.

“Hey babe?” I asked.


I’m… I’m really happy that you’re in my life.” I placed my hand over her cheek. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” At that, her mouth spread into a big smile.

“I’m really happy that you’re in my life!” She stated, and moved some of my hair out of my eyes. “And you’ll always have me.” She snuggled up against my body, and gave the back of my head a kiss.


“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She sighed happily, before we both drifted off to sleep.



Thanks for reading guys! Happy Anniversary and all that crap! Cheers!

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  1. Ugh, just imagining Conrad being a stupid turd like that… it’s saddening. I’m glad his life turned out the way it did, otherwise he’d be a major depressed, drunken, cheating, dbag.

    His whole “I don’t really love her” fiasco reminds me of Val and his stupidity haha. Plus, who refuses free food? Come on Marshal, get good 😛

    Conrad is a great dad, husband and caregiver. His family is really lucky to have him in their lives. And he’s right, none of that matters at all as to what happened in the dream. His reality matters.

    Plus, how sad is it that not only did she kill herself and abandon Lance (she should have tried for him!) But she left him to Reuben!! Of all freaking people. He’s a horrible man! Ugh…

    But anyways, great special baby face! I really enjoyed it and I’m very proud of you. Love you 🙂

    • Heh. Yeah. I am definitely glad that his life went the way it did… despite the hardships. It was so fun writing a completely different personality for him.

      Haha! I didn’t think about that. But it does sound like Val… and ikr? Why would anyone reject free food? I mean, free is my favorite number! XD

      I agree. He really is a cool person, and alternate reality Marshal holds no importance in his actual life.

      I KNOW! She’s not even real… but I got all depressed and sad for a bit when writing that part… and I hate Reuben so much… every chapter he has a part in makes me hate him more and more.

      Thanks baby! And thanks for reading! Love ya too!

      • Free is both of our favorite numbers. Yay, budget living! *throws confetti and cries*

        Well, he’s gone now. So you can be all peaceful and stuff. 😛

  2. I really enjoyed this! I read it last night on my phone (not optimal) and again this morning! Congrats on the three year mark, and another great post!

    • Thanks! I worked pretty hard on this one (well… I work hard on all of them… but this one especially…) because I wanted to capture the differences between Marshal and Conrad as best as I could.

      Thanks for reading!

  3. Haha! What a cool special! It was really interesting to get a glimpse of what Conrad’s life might have been like. That being said, it makes me happier than ever that his life’s events happened the way that they did and not any other way!! Seeing Conrad as such an angry, cold person was so disheartening. And oh man, what could have happened to Odine! I’m so glad that things didn’t unravel that way.

    This special makes me appreciate Conrad’s life just the way it is even more 🙂 Nice work and congratulations on hitting three years!

    • Heh. Thanks! In the 1.7 comments, you guys kept saying how different his life would be, which got my brain going at 100 miles an hour. Yeah… as crappy as his life was at first, seeing how he is now compared to how he could have been is interesting… at least I thought so… Oh man is right. Had Conrad not been there, Odine would have given up long ago.

      Thanks for reading!

  4. Sianystar

     /  September 20, 2014

    Brilliant idea for a chapter! I absolutely loved it! I know that it was an horrific event that he went through, but bloomin’ hell was it for the best or what!!

  5. This is my kind of post. What an excellent use of the what-if scenario, bringing it back around to reality. I can’t help but notice that Evalynn is almost unchanged, as though she is the one constant between the alternate and canon timelines. She reminds me a little bit of “the Oracle” from Matrix. Though I am somewhat surprised to see that Marshall is such a complete a**hat.
    I may have to borrow your idea for the Barimen family some day…


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