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Previously on Caprica...
Lacy Rand adjusts to her new role as the Reverend Mother of the monotheist church on Gemenon and discovers she has an ally in an unexpected place. (Episode Thirteen - posted on 6/6/11)
Caprica Season 2, Episode Fourteen
Children Through the Cracks
by Vikki Bingham
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Sometimes, even years on, she would awake in the night to find him crying bitter sobs that left him gasping for breath. He tried to hide these bouts of emotional torment from her and she wished he wouldn’t. They shared their life, and now their son too, and so she wanted to be a part of his whole life, even his painful past. When they had first become involved, Evelyn had known that Joseph still loved his late wife and always would. The man had lost his wife and two children within months of each other, and Evelyn knew that he was broken up inside.
Evelyn, buried under the covers up to her chin, could never decide whether it was best to comfort him or to leave him to work through his own grief. When she thought about losing Joseph or losing her son, she realised that she could not even imagine the extent of Joseph’s suffering. As if in tune with his father’s emotions, little Bill began to cry from the adjoining room. Evelyn slipped out of the covers, gently squeezing Joseph’s shoulder in a comforting gesture as she went to tend to their son.
After her son was fed and soothed, Evelyn was just about to put Bill back to bed when she heard movement in the hallway. She looked up to see Joseph framed in the doorway and she smiled, reassured when he smiled back at her.
“Can I hold him?” He asked, stepping tentatively into the room.
“Of course,” Evelyn replied, settling the wrapped bundle into Joseph’s arms. She watched as Joseph cradled their child. Bill may not have been conceived in love, rather in throes of passion, but he had certainly been born into a family who could not have loved him more. It amazed Evelyn that even after all of the pain and loss Joseph had suffered, he had welcomed their son with open arms.
Their eyes met over the top of Bill’s smooth head, and they shared a smile. Evelyn wanted to say something yet she didn’t know if she could find the words. It occurred to her that perhaps they didn’t need words after all.
Joseph soothed Bill in his arms until the tiny child was asleep again and settled him back into his crib, pressing a light kiss to his smooth forehead.
“Let’s go back to bed,” Joseph said softly, taking Evelyn’s hand and leading them back to their bedroom.
Sometimes, even years on, she would awake in the night to find him crying bitter sobs that left him gasping for breath. He tried to hide these bouts of emotional torment from her and she wished he wouldn’t. They shared their life, and now their son too, and so she wanted to be a part of his whole life, even his painful past. When they had first become involved, Evelyn had known that Joseph still loved his late wife and always would. The man had lost his wife and two children within months of each other, and Evelyn knew that he was broken up inside.
Evelyn, buried under the covers up to her chin, could never decide whether it was best to comfort him or to leave him to work through his own grief. When she thought about losing Joseph or losing her son, she realised that she could not even imagine the extent of Joseph’s suffering. As if in tune with his father’s emotions, little Bill began to cry from the adjoining room. Evelyn slipped out of the covers, gently squeezing Joseph’s shoulder in a comforting gesture as she went to tend to their son.
After her son was fed and soothed, Evelyn was just about to put Bill back to bed when she heard movement in the hallway. She looked up to see Joseph framed in the doorway and she smiled, reassured when he smiled back at her.
“Can I hold him?” He asked, stepping tentatively into the room.
“Of course,” Evelyn replied, settling the wrapped bundle into Joseph’s arms. She watched as Joseph cradled their child. Bill may not have been conceived in love, rather in throes of passion, but he had certainly been born into a family who could not have loved him more. It amazed Evelyn that even after all of the pain and loss Joseph had suffered, he had welcomed their son with open arms.
Their eyes met over the top of Bill’s smooth head, and they shared a smile. Evelyn wanted to say something yet she didn’t know if she could find the words. It occurred to her that perhaps they didn’t need words after all.
Joseph soothed Bill in his arms until the tiny child was asleep again and settled him back into his crib, pressing a light kiss to his smooth forehead.
“Let’s go back to bed,” Joseph said softly, taking Evelyn’s hand and leading them back to their bedroom.
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And now, back to "Children Through the Cracks..."
_ Two years later, Bill Adama sat on his uncle’s lap as Sam read him a story; a story of the stars, of other planets and worlds that filled Bill’s dreams and reveries. Larry would show the boy pictures and maps of other worlds, but Joseph didn’t allow anyone to speak to Bill about his deceased family. He’d
given Bill a naming ceremony, where he bestowed his new son with his
old son’s name, a way for his deceased son to live on in a way that’s
more natural that what had happened to his daughter in V-World. Yet that
was Joseph’s one acknowledgement of his former life. The only tie that he would allow Bill to have to his family. Evelyn wished that he would share more with their son, hoping that it might help Joseph to deal with it and would create a stronger bond between Bill and his father. As it was, their bond remained tenuous at best.
As hard as Joseph tried to love his son, to be happy and supportive, it wasn’t always easy. Sometimes he couldn’t help wondering what Tamara and Willie would be doing if they were alive; what they would have achieved. Would he and Shannon still be together, or would he still have succumbed to his deeply buried feelings for Evelyn anyway? Or to continued dalliances with Fidelia? The harder he tried to suppress them, the more he dwelled on the possibilities.
When Bill would come home from school with bruises and cuts from where the other boys had beaten him, Evelyn was supportive and reassuring but Joseph’s own protective instincts manifested themselves as anger. After losing two children he couldn’t bear to consider other of his offspring being harmed, he just didn’t know how to convey this to Bill. Although Evelyn tried to smooth the relationship between father and son, it was not always easy especially as Bill grew older.
At the beginning of the First Cylon War, friction at home caused Bill to take part in it, and he soon found a place where he felt he belonged. Joseph wondered if he could have been a better father to him. Was it worse to lose a child, or to have a child pull away of his own free will? He wished he had been a better father to all of them, these children that had managed to slip through his fingers, falling through the cracks.
As hard as Joseph tried to love his son, to be happy and supportive, it wasn’t always easy. Sometimes he couldn’t help wondering what Tamara and Willie would be doing if they were alive; what they would have achieved. Would he and Shannon still be together, or would he still have succumbed to his deeply buried feelings for Evelyn anyway? Or to continued dalliances with Fidelia? The harder he tried to suppress them, the more he dwelled on the possibilities.
When Bill would come home from school with bruises and cuts from where the other boys had beaten him, Evelyn was supportive and reassuring but Joseph’s own protective instincts manifested themselves as anger. After losing two children he couldn’t bear to consider other of his offspring being harmed, he just didn’t know how to convey this to Bill. Although Evelyn tried to smooth the relationship between father and son, it was not always easy especially as Bill grew older.
At the beginning of the First Cylon War, friction at home caused Bill to take part in it, and he soon found a place where he felt he belonged. Joseph wondered if he could have been a better father to him. Was it worse to lose a child, or to have a child pull away of his own free will? He wished he had been a better father to all of them, these children that had managed to slip through his fingers, falling through the cracks.
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Beginning of Line is a fan site with no affiliation to Caprica, Syfy, or NBC Universal. You should totes know that.
And "Children Through the Cracks" belongs to Vikki Bingham. No, the characters aren't hers, and she can't get paid for it, but if you want to reprint it anywhere, it'd be nice if you asked.