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!

Special Chapter: A Wedding to Remember

Hey! Yo! Surprised to see me? Astonished that it didn’t take another seven months for me to do this? I know! Me too! But I wanted to finish this before I had to go to New York tomorrow (well, since its four am, more like later today. Anyways! I know I probably didn’t speak enough about Conrad and Odine’s wedding in the last chapter, so I decided, since she is a very special character to me, to show the proposal, and wedding, in Odine’s POV. Besides, she is a woman, and guys you have to admit that no matter how detailed you are, a woman is usually (unless you are a very special case) going to pay more attention to certain things. So here we go!


“Odine, I love you, and I love Lance, and though these past few years have been a difficult for the both of us, I know that we can push through anything when we are together, and I can’t imagine my life now without you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Deep in my gut, I wanted to say yes. But I felt like I would’ve cheated Conrad out of someone better. So I told him no. “Odine, I have a big feeling that you feel the same way that I do, so what’s stopping you from saying yes?” He asked, slowly standing and caressing my cheek. I shrugged and told him. “I feel like I would be cheating you out of marrying someone better. I can’t be that selfish. I wish you would stop loving me.” He looked me right in the eye and asked. “What would you do if Lance told you to stop loving him?” Without thinking I told him, “I would tell them to shut up and let me love him. Because its not something that I can just turn off.” With a smirk he replied, “Then can you shut up and let me love you? Because its not something that I can just turn off.” “That’s different!” I attempted to argue. “How?” He asked me. I had no answer for him. “If you want to think about me, imagine how sad I would feel if the love of my life rejects me again.” He stated, “Plus with all the stuff we’ve gone through, we deserve to be a little selfish. So I am going to ask one more time, Odine Perry, would you give me the honor of becoming my wife?” He said as he got down on his knee again. I caved, he was right after all, and I knew we would both be unhappy if I said no for a third time.


Wedding day “I can’t believe that you are getting married, and that you asked me to be your maid of honor, and that you have a son!” Deidre shrieked as she helped me slip into my dress. “Lance is so cute! I can’t believe you and Conrad had a son together. I didn’t even know that you knew him that long. Where did he get the blonde hair from though?” I couldn’t respond to that. Conrad and I decided to let everyone come to their own conclusions, which we figured would be that Lance was Conrad’s son. “Uh… I think its from Conrad’s family, he told me something about his grandma having blonde hair.” I felt bad lying to one of my former best friends. But I couldn’t tell her that Lance was actually her half-brother. If you know me, you know that I’m a terrible liar, but I was saved by a knock on the bedroom door. “Hello?” A woman’s voice called. I opened the door hoping that it was my family, and that their letter stating that they couldn’t make the trip from Barnacle Bay was a lie. I opened it to find three old ladies. “Oh Odine! You look lovely!” One of them said, putting her hand on her heart. “Of course she looks lovely!” Another piped in as she came through the door. “Our Conny wouldn’t pick some ogre. Not that looking like an ogre is a bad thing. Mary Ann has been fine all of these years.” She stated, pointing at the last one. “Oh hush Constance!” The last one retorted as they all came through the door. “Oh look at us, all yappin’ this poor young lady’s ears off, and she don’t even know who we are. As you probably figured, I’m Mary Ann, and these are my sisters Evalynn and Constance.” She stated matter-of-factly, then she leaned in and whispered loudly. “Be careful around Constance, that poor girl might be a few fries short of a Happy Meal.” “Both of you, quiet. Your makin’ the girl think we are raving lunatics.” Evalynn stated. “Now Odine, I know that Conny is going to take good care of you, we taught him well, but if he tries anything, you call us so we can take care of it.” She said, punching her fist into her hand for effect. I just laughed, until Constance told me that Evalynn has a black belt in Sim-fu. I was officially confused. When Conrad would mention them I pictured them more… His skin color? These ladies don’t even look related to him. “Now I also want to fill you in on how the ceremony will be, since I will be the minister who is going to marry you two love birds. Now, once you reach the front, Conrad is supposed to grab your hand and you both will face me.” She continued to give me instruction, until a little voice piped up. “Mama!” Lance called out while running toward me. “So this is Lance?” Constance asked, getting in the way. She picked him up, and Lance froze, until Constance found his ticklish spot. “He’s so precious.” Mary Ann came over and squished his cheeks. “Hello little one! I’m your great aunt Mary Ann. Your so cute, I just wanna squeeze your face off.” Conrad’s aunts and Deidre left shortly after to talk to Conrad, and I continued to get ready, until Deidre came in. “Odine? Its time!”


Butterflies with metal tipped wings were fluttering in my stomach as the first few notes of “Your The Inspiration” by Chicago started to play. Deidre squealed in excitement before beginning to make her way down the aisle. What if I can’t do this? What if it doesn’t work out? When they say the wedding jitters, they are not joking. Then I remembered something that my father used to tell me when I was scared of something. He would say to me, “the only advice that I can give is to do it afraid. You need to take risks sometimes, and if it doesn’t come out perfect, you pick yourself up, and keep going.” So I took a deep breath, and started to walk down the aisle. That’s when I saw Conrad, and I knew that I was making the right choice. I reached the front just as the song was finishing, and I shakily grabbed Conrad’s hand, and faced his aunt. When it was time we said our vows. I, Conrad Lee, vow to love you with all of my heart, from this day forward, to have and to hold. To love and to cherish. In sickness and in health, for richer or poor, as long as we both shall live. I, Odine Perry, vow to love you with all of my heart, from this day forward, to have and to hold. To love and to cherish. In sickness and in health, for richer or poor, as long as we both shall live. Then Conrad’s aunt had us exchange the rings, and pronounced us husband and wife. “Then by the power vested in me, in front of God, and all of these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Conrad, you may kiss your bride.” And we kissed as our family and friends clapped and cheered. And we became Mr. and Mrs. Conrad Lee.


The reception was so much fun! After we cut the cake, we danced the night away to all of the songs that Constance played. Who knew that such an old lady could jam out so much! I know for a fact that I had the dorkiest smile on my face, but I didn’t care, I was on cloud nine. “So, ever so sweet wifey of mine, you do have your passport, correct?” My new husband asked. “Yes… But why?” “Oh its nothing much, just that it would be hard to get you into France without one.” “France? Oh my gosh! Your serious?” Is it possible for me to love my husband even more?


Looking out the plane window as we were landing, I shrieked! Champs Les Sims looked so adorable! Like one of those quaint little villages that you see in all of the movies! The place we were staying in was adorably built like a house, which was welcoming, as opposed to a tiny hotel, and when we walked into what appeared to be the living room, Conrad gave me a look as if to say Bedroom? and wiggled his eyebrows. Lightly smacking his arm, I said “Ah ah ah! Not yet, after traveling all day, I’m hot and disgusting, so I’m going to shower, than I want to see more of this place.” I gave him a kiss before heading upstairs to shower. After setting our stuff in our room, Conrad told me to go put on something pretty, for a night, or day rather, around town. Looking down at my flats, leggings, and Nyan cat dress, I asked him what he meant, thinking I looked fine. He then opened my suitcase, and pulled out some clothes, saying that those were more suitable. I can see how marrying a stylist might be a slight problem when it comes to clothes. Though I looked good, I felt really awkward and nervous. So I started fooling around to calm my nerves down I heard an intake of breath and turned around. Conrad looked amazing! He even took off his glasses. Which made him look even more hot! “You… You look stunning Dee.” He stuttered in shock and awe. How can he do it? How can he say one small thing, and make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world? “I had a good stylist.” I chuckled. “A stylist can only do so much.” He chuckled, before he leaned in and kissed me.

“Are you ready? I have everything prepped.” I nodded, and he practically dragged me out the room, and out the door of the hotel, laughing like a ten year old the whole way. I was barely out the door, when Conrad hopped onto one of the scooters that he rented, and after a quick, barely understandable explanation on how to operate one of these things, yelled “Race you!” and sped off.

We arrived at the winery, both out of breath from our small race around Champs Les Sims. Crashing through the door, we were given the death stare by all of the people in the winery. Maybe we were a bit too loud. My face began to feel hot, and I looked at Conrad, who shared the same embarrassed look on his face that I must have had. Knowing that I wasn’t the only one who just made a complete idiot of themselves made me feel a bit better, which threw me into a fit of giggles.

I let Conrad take the initiative since I had never been to a winery. Heck, I’ve never even been to a bar.

“Hello, do you speak English?” When the man nodded, Conrad asked him for a tour.

As part of the tour, we were allowed to make our own bottle of wine. I have to say that it tasted like barf, but then we were given a complimentary bottle of wine, which actually tasted pretty good.

I may have drank a bit too much to drink, as I was laughing at pretty much everything that anyone said, and had an overwhelming desire to dance to whatever was playing on the radio.

But looking at Conrad’s smiling face, I honestly didn’t care how ridiculous I acted, as long as I was with him.


I stood in front of a mirror in the bathroom. Good Lord I was nervous. I… What if I don’t do good enough? What if he… No! Conrad isn’t like Reuben. I know that he would never lay a finger on me. I took one more deep breath before I stormed out of the bathroom.

When I waltzed into the room, he had already stripped down to his boxers, and was reclining on the bed, waiting for me.

“Holy crow…” He said when he saw me. I couldn’t help but blush.

“Are you ready for me to rock your world?” He chuckled

“Of course! How much for a lap dance?”

“Well, the first one is always free.” With that, I started to slowly inch closer, swaying my hips to silent music in my head. When I was just a few inches away from the bed, a memory came into my mind. An unwanted memory.

“Dance for me! I said dance for me you worthless skank!” He yelled, and grabbed my arms.

“No…” The words were barely out of my mouth, when I felt his palm smack my face.

“When I say you dance, you dance! I own you. What are you going to do, go to the police? You know that if you tell anyone, I will make this even worse for you. If you run away, I will find you.” He laughed, before shoving me onto the ground.

“Odine?” I was snapped out of it by Conrad’s worried voice. “Was it…?” I nodded before he could finish the question. He tapped the side of the bed that he hadn’t been laying on, and I went to lay down next to him. “We don’t have to do anything if you want. We could just go to sl-“

“No!” I said more forcefully than I had wanted to. If I couldn’t do this now, what about in the future. I can’t let some man who abused me control me. I can’t give him that power. “I want to do this… I… I need to do this.” I said before I kissed him on the lips.

“Are you sure…?” He asked. He was flat on his back, looking up at me.

“Absolutely.” I said with confidence.


That was… Well, frankly how it was is really none of your business. But I will let you know that it was a totally different experience than with Reuben. I should have known all along that Conrad wouldn’t do something like that…

“You know I love you, right?” Conrad asked me.

“Of course I do. I love you too.” I told him sleepily.


“Are you ready to head home?”

Grabbing his hand, I nodded. “I had a ton of fun. But I just want to get back to Bridgeport.” I really did enjoy this Honeymoon. Conrad and I would go sightseeing in the day time, and at night, we would spend time together talking… And doing other things. But I was ready to go home. I wanted to see Lance, and though I would have to prepare to field some slightly inappropriate questions from Deidre, I couldn’t wait to see her either. But most importantly, I was ready to begin my life as a married woman, with Conrad by my side. As long as we both shall live.


I hope you liked a little bit of insight into Odine’s mind. Lemme know what you thought of this little special guys. As Tobuscus from says “Peace off!”