by Adina Bernstein
The usual disclaimer. These characters are not mine, only the story is. For those of you who need reinforcement, here is the disclaimer: All of the characters in this story belong to Rupert Holmes and AMC. This is just a fanfiction and no infringement is intended.
Maple is pondering Betty situation when her thoughts move to Victor
It had been a most interesting day, even for the employees of radio station WENN, who were used to interesting days. Hilary had told Jeff, C.J, Maple, Eugenia, Mr. Foley, and their listeners that she was already married, but she could not tell them her husband's name, his profession, where he lived, or any other information that one would normally use to describe a person.
In the manager’s office, Scott and Victor had told Betty to choose one of them right then and there. Both were indignant that she pick him over the other man. Scott was in his army uniform and looked like he was ready to ship off where ever the army wanted him to send him. Mr. Foley and Eugenia were making goo-goo eyes at each other all day.
"Very interesting," Maple said to herself as she watched all this happen from the sidelines.
Several moments later, Betty ran out of the manager’s office and into the writers where she locked the door where, it sounded like she was crying. "Hey, Betty, you ok?" Maple asked her from the other side of the door.
"Fine, Maple. Just a little tired."
That seemed strange to Maple. Betty rarely cried. Even if she was tired, she still did not cry.
"You, know Betty, men can be asinine pigs sometimes." Maple tried to comfort her friend, hoping that Betty would come out and talk to her.
"I know, Maple," Betty responded as the opened the door with her jacket on and her bag on her shoulder.
"You sure you're ok? I’ll share a taxi with you if you want to talk," Maple offered, hoping that within the privacy of a cab, she could help Betty sort through her feelings.
"No thanks, Maple. I’ll take the trolley. I'll see you tomorrow," Betty answered Maple in a manner and voice that seemed closer to normalcy.
A second after Betty left WENN, Victor and Scott emerged from the office with a look of "What did we do?" on their faces. It was a normal male reaction, and Maple knew it. They had both realized instead of Betty being happy with either of them, they had both alienated her. They felt really stupid.
"Hey, Mapes, where did Betty go?" Scott asked her as she approached both men.
"Betty went home," Maple told them, mentally predicting what they would say and do next.
"I’ll go after her," Victor and Scott said together.
"Why don’t you guys let her have some time by herself? That means both of you," she told them forcefully, hoping that they would heed her advice.
"I guess that means we should go home," Scott said, with a tone of sadness in his voice.
"Night, big guy," Maple said as she hugged him.
"Night, Mapes," he replied as he gathered his things and walked out the door a little slower and a little sadder than usual.
Hilary had left already, with Jeff nipping at her heels about whom her husband was. Eugenia, Mr. Foley, Mackie, C.J. Mr. Eldridge and Gertie had also left already. That meant that Maple and Victor were the only ones left in the station.
"Good night, Victor," Maple told him as she picked up her jacket and bag.
Victor removed his hat and jacket from the coat rack. A second before she touched the handle to open the door, Victor got an idea. "Miss LaMarsh, can I take you home?" Victor asked her.
"Sure, Victor. I could use the company," Maple told him. That seemed to perk him up a little.
The ride home was quiet and awkward. When the taxi reached Maple’s apartment, Victor said "Good night, Maple."
"Good night, Victor. Ya know, whoever Betty chooses, were all friends first and lovers second," she told him as she stepped out of the cab and paid the cabby.
"I know, Maple," he told her sadly as the cab started to move away from the curb.
As she got into her apartment, her collie, Maura, greeted her. Maple’s thoughts traveled in the direction of Betty’s problem as she hung up her jacket and placed her bag on the table. Both Scott and Victor were similar, despite their differences. Both were dreamers. They dreamt about different things, but they were both dreamers. Scott had the movie star looks, he was romantic, but his head could be a little too far in the clouds sometimes, which could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on the situation.
Victor was different. Thought he didn’t have the movie star looks, he had other qualities. He was sweet and loyal. He could become romantic, given the right setting. He was sexy in his own way. Then a thought popped into her head.
"Oh, my god, I love Victor Comstock," she said out loud. Now there was the question of what to do about the feelings. She could call him and tell him. Another option was that she could tell him tomorrow.
Then something her mother once told her about men and love popped into her head. "If it really is love, it will last forever and travel a thousand miles. If not, then it is not love and love is worth waiting for."
Just then she yawned rather loudly. "What do you say we go to bed, girl?" Maple asked Maura. Maura barked yes. Maple would sleep well tonight, for the man she loved was on her mind. She turned the night lamp on, turned the big lamp off and walked into her bedroom with Maura at her heels.
The end
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