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Brothers
By Kay Kelly
Rating: K+ | Status:
Completed | Genre: General | Series: None
Summary: 1991 Series. An adaptation of the "Quentin's
ghost" storyline for the 1991 DS revival.
"You're making it up,"
David said nervously. "I don't believe anyone spoke to you on that
old phone."
"I am not making it up!" Amy's pigtails bobbed up and down in
her excitement. "Quentin did speak to me! How could I make up a
name like that? I never heard it before."
"I know it's a real name. But...you say he's a Collins family
ghost, and I never heard of a Quentin Collins. My grandfather's name was
Jamison, and his father was Thaddeus--" He stopped abruptly.
"Wait. There was a Quentin! He was my grandfather's brother.
Half-brother, maybe. I think Thaddeus may have been married more than
once. Quentin was a lot older than my grandfather."
He grinned, remembering. "My dad said Quentin was the black sheep
of the family. I guess that's why there aren't any pictures of him. Aunt
Elizabeth gave Dad a dirty look for saying even that much against one of
her precious ancestors! She wants to pretend they were all saints.
"Anyway, Quentin Collins went to France and never came back."
"France? That's terrible! Families should be close. I'm glad
Chris is my full brother, not just a half-brother. He can't go away
again, he can't..." Her voice trailed off.
Then she brightened. "Quentin must have come back. He must have
died here. How else could his ghost be haunting Collinwood?"
"Don't leave, Chris,"
Carolyn murmured. "Amy needs you..."
Chris Jennings almost laughed, despite the secret fear that gnawed at
him. "If you could keep your hands to yourself, I might believe you
were thinking about my little sister."
"I won't deny I'm thinking of myself, too." Still playing with
his zipper.
Chris sighed. "I wish it had been like this when we were teenagers.
You and me, I mean. You were always out of reach. With your own class of
people."
"Don't be an idiot. I was never like that. I was carrying a torch
for Joe Haskell, that's all."
"Whatever became of him?"
She shifted uneasily. "Disappeared. Some say he...committed
suicide, after what happened to Daphne."
Chris shuddered. He had heard about Daphne. This family had problems
enough, without his staying on.
"Hello, Carolyn.
Jennings." Roger in the doorway, leering at them. Carolyn favored
him with a return leer, but Chris started and pulled away from her.
"Mr. Collins. I was just leaving. Carolyn, I really must go!"
If Roger was home, it was late. And the moon had been nearly full last
night... He practically bolted for the door.
" 'Night, Jennings." Roger smirked.
"Wait! You're not leaving town, are you?"
"No, not yet. Not tonight..."
And he was gone. Carolyn turned to glare at Roger.
"I didn't say a word!" Still smirking.
"You didn't have to. The way you looked at us--this is the last
decade of the twentieth century, Roger! It's high time a member of the
Collins family dated a black person."
The End
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