Hey, Miss J!

Preface: I have completely done a 180 on several of my story ideas. I did decide to upload my fanfics to WordPress as well. And I’ll have a page that is there explicitly to link to them, chapter by chapter. I unfortunately need to rewrite them to fix the breaks in the formatting.

Yay?

Ahem.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel. What I do own is this story… and what I feel right now is a mixture between elation and also sorrow.

Trigger: Mention of someone experiencing the side effects of alcohol addiction. This may not be everyone’s cup of tea. There are plenty of other ‘lighter’ shorts that I’ve penned for NtC. Feel free to read those.

Warning: I’m not a medical guru, never have claimed to be. That said, this is about a darker period in MJ’s life during “NtC” while someone very special to her was gone… for what she assumed—was good.

Premise: These are events that occurred in the “Navigating the Curve” universe.

The Top Up

By Juliette Lyst

Longing

Main Universe

Sweat slicked hands shook. Lifting them only made it worse. “How did this happen?” the redhead asked herself, watery green eyes staring across the expanse of the living room to the kitchen. “Ugh…” the shiver traveled up until she could feel her teeth clattering against one another inside her skull. A cloying ache followed this, the pain cruelly grasping her about the neck, then spreading in two directions.

“I…” Uneasily, she moved one of her legs, looking down at the limb. Her clothes were rumpled, stained and smelled from far too many days of not bathing. Trembling, she wrapped her arms around her middle, squeezing her eyes shut. She could feel her own heartbeat pounding in her skull, like nails being hammered into an undrilled surface.

The ache increased as tears filled her eyes. “I can’t keep doing this to myself…” she whimpered, groaning as the agony began peaking.

She couldn’t white knuckle this. It was dangerous.

Gagging, she coughed up a bit of phlegm and bile… having not eaten for who knew how long.

Crying out, she forced her protesting muscles to support her weight as she rose to her feet. Panting heavily, her features became downcast as she suddenly felt sticky wetness that tracked from between her legs down her thighs. She glanced away, tears trickling down her cheeks. She refused to look behind her at the couch… already knowing she’d need to face it soon enough.

She put one foot in front of the other, quietly making her way into the kitchen. Making it to the counter, she reached up into the cabinet over the sink, pulling out a heavy glass tumbler and a handle of vodka. Setting both down on the counter, she stared between them… as if she expected either of them to help her make the right decision.

Nausea, hot and burning struck and she moved to the sink, throwing up fluid and bile.

Panting once she was done, she filled the tumbler with water, swishing it around in her mouth and spitting it messily back into the kitchen sink.

Then, she turned to the vodka, reaching for the bottle.

The phone rang… but she ignored it.

“Hey! Mary Jane Watson here! Sorry you missed me, but please leave a message at the sound of the beep, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Does that work for a proper voicemail? Maybe I should re-record—Oh wait, this is still recordi—” BEEP!

A message came then.

“MJ? It’s Sam! Can… can you call me back? I’ve been trying to reach you since yesterday. Marilyn can’t reach you either and we’re both worried.”

The redhead turned blood-shot eyes to her voicemail machine. “Sorry…” she whispered, having already poured a generous shot into her tumbler. “You’ll have to keep waiting.” She turned away from the phone and began drinking, the shaking in her hands stopping almost immediately.

End

Author’s Note: Hey! Tried to do a short umm… short. A shorty-short? Does that work? Anyways, I hope it works! I wrote this in 30 minutes! And how long to edit?

Eheh…

About that…

There was no editing.

XXO

~J. Lyst

Keywords: NtC, Navigating-the-Curve, fanfic