Flow of Madness

This was a request from an anon. 

The prompt was: Rich and Grace have an argument about David Blood. 

This is set in the summer before Series 6. 

Grace anxiously stood in front of Rich’s house before walking to the door giving a little knock. She was biting her lip in worry while she secretly wished for Rich to the answer the door instead of his mother. She needed his arms around her to erase the conversation with her father she escaped from. Even though she knew that by coming here would lead to an inevitable argument about her father.

Rich opened the door and saw that it was Grace he began to say something but was interrupted by Grace giving him a hug. He put his arms around her and his face contorted in confusion.

“What’s this for?”

“Happy to see you.” Grace smiled up at him and Rich gave her a knowing look.

“Here let’s go to my room. Anita’s on the prowl.”

Rich and Grace entered Rich’s bedroom. Immediately Grace and Rich both went to Rich’s bed. Rich was laying on his back while Grace was using Rich’s chest as a pillow with Rich’s arm around her shoulder. It was peaceful and Grace was beginning to think that the argument might not happen.

“So why did you need a hug?” Rich’s voice broke the comfortable silence abrasively. Grace sighed and propped herself up so she could properly look at Rich.

“If I tell you…you have to promise you will not get angry or mean. Promise me Rich.” Grace stared down at Rich.

“…I can’t do that…what if it makes me angry?” Rich said seriously.

“Rich” Grace frowned.

“Okay…how about this…it’s noted that you don’t want me to be angry.” Rich raised his eyebrows at Grace waiting for her answer.

“I had an upsetting conversation with my father and I came over here for some cheering up is all.” Grace laid her head back down on Rich’s chest.

“What did your dear old Dad have to say for himself?”  Rich tried to conceal his snarky tone but failed miserably.

“Oh…about the future. He is worried that I will become…distracted…in my last year at Roundview. He wants me to cut out distractions.” Grace was tracing patterns on Rich’s chest through his shirt as she talked.

“Oh so get rid of the dead weight, then.” Rich pointed at himself.

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m not saying that. I’m saying your Dad is saying that.” Rich looked at her as if daring her to argue the point.

“He didn’t say that. He is just worried that I might plan my future with you too much in mind or you might be the reason I might not do certain things.” Grace could see that Rich was becoming more and more upset.

“For fuck’s sake! I have never asked you to not do something you wanted. I never will. Ever. Your dad is a right prick. A complete knob job.” Rich was ranting now.

“He is still my father, Richard! I am not going to be a referee between the two of your forever. I’m not. In fact maybe I should go, because you’re not helping” Grace sat up and began to leave the bed; however, Rich grabbed her hand to pull her back.  

“I’m just trying to be honest.” He said sincerely looking at her. “Look, Grace. I’m sorry I said it out loud. It’s just…I don’t get your dad. At all. Most fathers in the free world would kill to have a daughter like you. You fucking get good grades, you stay out of trouble, you’re talented, you’re intelligent, and beautiful. I’m just saying…he should appreciate what he has is all. Because you fucking kill yourself to be all those things and to make him happy. I don’t get it but you do. He should fucking see that.” He gave Grace a kiss on the forehead.

“As for me… that I don’t get either. He should be thanking his lucky fucking stars you are dating me and not some jerkoff. Because…you know…I fucking… more than like you…possibly. I treat you right. I don’t pressure you. I mean what does he want? Does he want you with some fucking frat boy who will feel you up and abuse you?” Rich said with a disgusted look on his face .

“So those are my options are they? You or being beaten up?” Grace smiled. Grace understood that Rich was frustrated and wanted to cheer him up.

“Smartarse.” He smiled and gave her a kiss on the lips.

“Look, Rich. One day my father is going to understand that we care about each other and he will understand how good you are for me. He will. One day. I promise.” Rich had a disbelieving look on his face. “Until then though…no more calling my Dad names.” Grace pointed at Rich to emphasize the importance of what she was saying.

“I promise…not to say it in front of you.” Grace smiled at this.  “I can’t promise you I won’t think it and I can’t promise you I won’t say it to someone else. However I won’t say it in front of you.” Grace smiled and gave Rich another sweet kiss.

“Fair enough. By the way I more than like you as well…possibly.” Rich smiled and brought his lips to Grace’s before dragging her into the bed fully.

“Possibly?” He said hovering over her body his lips above hers.

Grace smiled. “Possibly.”