Am I Missing Something?
Here's a `Missing Scene' for your consideration. I enjoyed the other
`missing scenes' that have been posted, and this one came to my head while
watching Series 1 yet again. It takes place in the middle of `Missing You
Already', and the time frame is pretty close to the episode I think. Forgive
me for the extensive recap of the church scene; I just felt it was the perfect
place to insert my little piece. I hope it flows well for you. A scene in
`Fallen Angel' inspired me. Enjoy!
"Assumpta am I missing something? What are you doing up here?" There is some
thinly veiled sarcasm in his question more due to his own frustrations than
to her unusual presence at St. Joseph's.
"Same as everyone else, a bit of piece and quiet." She is near her breaking
point, and looks everywhere but at his eyes.
"There's more to it than that," he answers mildly.
"I had sixteen years of it, Father I just want… oh I've done enough arguing
today thanks anyway," she starts to storm past him, but he reaches out kindly
and stops her.
"Assumpta wait." He moves back to the door and re-opens it, gesturing for
her to pass inside. "Very big on peace and quiet."
Assumpta moves to a pew and sits down, and Peter stands leaning against the
wall a respectful distance away. She sighs, and speaks.
"Assumpta I'm due at Niamh's but…"
"If I want to talk right?" She turns to him but immediately continues. "No.
I know what you're going to say, and I don't want to be rude."
"It's what I do, it doesn't make me a hustler," he answers.
After a small crack about timesharing, and an offer to listen anytime he
exits, leaving her to her `peace and quiet'. A short while later Peter is
just finishing bandaging Assumpta's cut forehead, and listening to her concerns
about Quigley when inspiration strikes him.
"I wondered when you'd finally let me take you for that birthday drink. You
remember you said another time?"
"I- yes I remember. It's just I don't want to leave the Pub unattended any
longer," she answers rather lamely.
"So ask Brendan. You know he'll be in later as will Siobhan," he presses
"Um- I, ok all right."
He leaves with a quick smile and feels that the change of scenery will be
good for both of them. It might be their last chance if his transfer goes
through. Soon after Peter has gone, and Assumpta has finished re-stocking
the shelves, and making the evening's light supper, Brendan, Siobhan, and
Padraig walk into the Pub fully involved in a conversation amongst themselves
about a certain ram.
"Brendan, could you do us a favor?" Assumpta asks after settling a plate
and pint in front of all of them.
"Course Assumpta. What is it?"
"I need to go out for a bit, and I'd like you to mind the place for me."
She tries not to feel the question in Brendan's eyes, and even harder not
to feel that he might already know the answer.
"Always at your service, Assumpta," he replies.
As she leaves the pub, Assumpta turns to shout back to Brendan to have a
pint on the house in compensation, and to be sure the till reflected all
other sales. He answers with some dry humorous comment, but she is too distracted
to enjoy it. Peter is just walking to his car when Assumpta's van pulls up
outside St. Joseph's.
"You better leave your car here Peter. Brendan knows I'm leaving for a while.
If he were to see my van parked up here -," she stops.
"Right. Let's take your van then, but let me drive. For old times sake ok?"
He grins at the memory of the last time he'd driven her van but does not
return the smile.
"Ok. You can drive, I don't feel like driving anyway," she says flatly as
she moves around to the passenger seat.
They drive out of Ballykay in near complete silence, and Peter begins to
wonder if the trip had been a good idea. No one knows they are together,
that wasn't the problem. It was just that he had never seen her so upset
before, not just angry- genuinely hurting. She looks absolutely panicked,
as though she might jump from the van any moment.
Finally the silence becomes beyond bearing, and Peter is compelled to try
to lighten the mood of his companion.
"Well some birthday drink this is shaping up to be, I know you gave me driving
lessons but I sort of thought that this would be fun," he teases.
His sarcasm is palpable as he smiles and turns toward her expecting a bit
of her rapier wit, or maybe a poke to the arm. What he gets rocks him to
the core. Tears pour down her cheeks, and a choked sob parts her perfect
lips. He starts to apologize, pulls the car to the side of the road under
a very old looking knotted tree. Nearly before the vehicle has stopped Assumpta
is out of it and walking away across the field beyond the tree. Peter has
to sprint to catch up.
"Assumpta where are you- what is it, what's wrong?"
"I don't know why the hell I bother trying to stay in that place, I don't
know who I am anymore, where I belong. I look in the mirror, and I don't
know that tired, embittered person on the other side. I was happy once. I
had hope for a real future. She is so sad, so scared, and so lonely. I hate
her sometimes. Between Brian and his `Bar and Grill' and the complete lack
of a life in the town, I mean there is no one I can share anything with,
Niamh has Ambrose, everyone has someone," she finally pauses and he jumps
"You have me. You will always have me," Peter's eyes speak volumes even though
his voice has apparently failed him.
"It's not the same thing Peter and you know it," she answers quietly looking
at her toes.
"Maybe if you let me in a bit more, you wouldn't feel so lonely, maybe not.
Just know I'm here if you need me. Not as a Priest, as a friend, as a person
who cares very much for you and your happiness," he stops feeling this was
going a tad too far.
"I know you care. I ca- I appreciate that very much. Maybe you're right;
maybe if I did let people in more I would feel better about my life. I don't
know. I do feel a good deal better now than I did. I suppose I just needed
to talk. Thank you Peter," she reaches up suddenly and pulls him close in
a very sweet embrace which lasts somewhat longer than either of them expected
but neither wishes to break contact right away. Finally she steps back, and
he looks down at her.
"We should probably head back to town. Wouldn't want to start any rumors,
now would we Assumpta?"
"No, we couldn't have that Peter," she answers sarcastically.
*************************(Several hours later)************************
As Peter was trying to forget the feeling of Assumpta's arms around him,
and his around her, he drifted in and out of wakefulness and slowly became
aware of Assumpta's voice floating through the night air to his ears. At
first he thought he was dreaming, but within moments some of her words became
clear, and there was another voice mixing with hers.
"You are unbelievable -"
"I'm telling you Assumpta Quigley has gone too far this time!"