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Title: Broadchuch: Sins Of The Father

Date of commencement: September 22 2013

Date of completion: December 24 2014

Series: Broadchurch, a sequel to the original, and following on from Life Without Joe

Rating: M

Authors: tkel_paris and tardis_mole

Summary: Two years after Danny's death, life is slowly getting back to normal in Broadchurch. But Hardy's happy life is about to be turned upside down by a spectre from the past he had hoped had been laid to rest. Someone from his past wants to talk to him, someone wants revenge, someone wants to see him ruined. But it's not one 'someone'. But first, he must face the girl in his garden.

Disclaimer: We own nothing, but this is based on Broachurch by Chris Chibnal, with added clues from the novel by Erin Kelly. We gain no financial benefit nor gratuities, only the enjoyment from writing and working together on this epic journey, shared for the enjoyment of others.

Dedication: Chris Chibnal, long time friend. bas_math_girl, for her beta. And each other for hopefully not ruining each other's lives for too long during the writing part.

Warning: If you have not watched Broadchurch in its entirety, do not read this. We mean it. You will be spoiled. Stop and go back. Now. Ideally you have seen the entire show, not just what was aired on BBC America if you live on that side of the pond, but this is understandable in either case. Also, if you have not read tardis_mole's Life Without Joe, that's okay. It's possible to read this without reading that, if you're not on Moley's approved list. You'll probably find this makes a little more sense if you have read it, but you should be fine without it. Take the time to read Erin Kelly’s novelization, if you can, as it provided certain details that helped with writing this. Though you won’t need to rely on it.

Authors' Notes: See Episode One, Part One. They're a bit long to include in each post.

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Previously...

Episode Two, Part Five: Repetition


Beth lowered the plates into the sink and watched the sudsy water cover them. The simplest pleasures, these days. Who would have guessed that something so trivial as washing up would mean so much to you when the bigger pieces of your life were missing.

She heard the front door open and looked up. “Chloe?” she called out. She grabbed a towel and went to the front door.

Chloe looked at her, holding the door in one hand, and other in her pocket, already feeling defensive.

Where do you think you’re going?”

Out.”

Where?”

Along the Esplanade to meet a friend.”

Who? Names, phone numbers. When are you going to be home?”

Mum! I’m not telling you every detail of my life,” Chloe told her. “That’s oppressive!”

Then you’re not going out,” Beth told her.

Why not?” Chloe demanded.

Because there’s a killer out there,” Beth replied. “Who know who it is? You could be next.”

You’re overreacting, Mum!” Chloe responded. “That idiot at the hotel was just trying to scare people.”

Overreacting?” Beth countered. “There are two dead girls out there. I am not going through that again!”

Chloe leaned closer to the door and called to someone outside. “Dean? Come here.”

Dean appeared, looking confused. “Yeah?”

Tell my mum where we’re going. She won’t let me out otherwise.”

The Esplanade,” Dean replied. “There’s a whole group of us going down the arcade.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Absolutely not,” she argued. “How do I know you’re not the murderer?”

Beth,” Mark approached from the living room, a young toddler on his hip. “You can’t point fingers. Remember what happened to Jack Marshall, eh?” he reasoned gently. He looked at Dean, man to man. “You keep Chloe by your side like glue, do you understand me? Coz of anything happens to her your life won’t be worth living.”

Yes, Mr. Latimer,” Dean replied.

Oh and that’s not, like, a threat enough?” Chloe accused.

It’s all right, Chloe, your mum and dad’s right. Everyone’s on edge. Everyone’s talking about it and everyone’s sticking together. No one’s going out on their own. Even Old Grebes wouldn’t let his sister out to fetch the milk from the doorstep this morning.” He looked around him at the deserted street. “I’ve heard rumours saying that the first girl was found in DI Hardy’s front garden. People think he did it.”

That’s just stupid,” Mark said.

What if Ellie did it?” Beth put in.

That’s even more stupid-”

Is it?” Beth wondered. “She hid the killer last time.”

Mark watched her wander back towards the kitchen. He turned back and nodded Chloe out the door. “Go on,” he said gently. “And be back before dark. That’s all I ask.”

Thanks, Dad,” Chloe said and skipped out to join her boyfriend.

Mark closed the front door behind her, keeping his hand on the frame for several seconds. He was terrified that it would be the last time he saw her. He took a deep slow breath and returned to the living room. As he had guessed, Beth was standing there, fiddling with the fingers of one hand. She was shaking.

How do we move one?” she asked.

We find a way,” he told her. “There’s no handbook for this. You just have to go with the flow and hope that it lets you take a breath once in a while.” He nearly said more but closed his mouth and shrugged. “But we can’t hold Chloe back. She has to grow up and do what she wants in life. Because if we stop her, we’ll be holding her to ransom for Danny’s death.”

Beth looked up at him. “I don’t blame her.”

I know you don’t. And she knows it too, but we can’t have her inside all the time, living like she’s a prisoner, coz that’s not fair. We have to move on, put it behind us, for Christopher’s sake as much as ours.”

Beth looked at her seventeen month-old son and reached out for him. She cuddled him against her shoulder and quietly sank into tears. “I don’t know how to move on,” she sobbed. “Everything I do is like repeating everything I did before, and each day just gets harder and harder. And I feel like it’s impending, like it’ll happen again and take Christopher like it did Danny. Or Chloe’s going to go out one day and not come back.”

Mark drew her into a hug, and kissed her hair. Smoothing a hand across her shoulders he drew back enough to dry her tears with a thumb, while sniffing back his own. “I feel it too, but if we give in, Joe has won. And give Ellie a little credit, eh? Joe fooled everyone. Her most of all.”

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to believe that,” Beth admitted.

Give her a chance to explain.”

She’s got nothing to say that I want to hear.”

Beth,” Mark coaxed softly. “She needs that closure as much as we do.”

Beth slowly shook her head. “I can’t. I just... I’m not ready.”

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Across town in a small bed and breakfast, Bruce stalked across the bedroom, pacing agitatedly. He was sweating and trembling and absently rubbing the back of his neck. He frowned and rubbed it a little harder.

You all right, love?” Tess asked as she stepped into the room from the hallway.

Yeah, just a bit of sunburn,” he grumbled.

Still pacing? You wear a hole in the carpet.”

Where’s Daisy?”

I’ve sent her to bed early. It’s her Crohn’s playing up.”

She better not ruin our holiday.”

Oh Bruce, stop it!” Tess snapped quietly, mindful of the four year-old watching television in the far corner of the room. “She’s not doing it on purpose. She’s had it for years.”

If you ask me, she could eat a lot less,” he grumbled. “Blown up like a balloon, she has.”

She’s on medication because of her heart, Bruce. Give her a break.”

She’s a walking medical encyclopaedia, and you don’t help, fussing over her all the time. You’ll turn her into a hypochondriac.”

Need I remind you that this holiday was her idea?” Tess prompted. “She knows we’re both stressed with work and she was right to suggest it. She’s not doing too well herself so let’s just enjoy ourselves and forget everything, just for a few days. Eh?”

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “You been seeing that ex of yours behind my back?”

Of course not!”

He leaned closer. “If I find out otherwise, I will make you sorry you ever cheated on me the first time.”

That’s ridiculous!” she hissed back. “I was cheating on him! Not you!”

And DS Salt. Or have you forgotten?”

Tess blanched. “Of course I haven’t! I almost lost my job because of that.”

You’ll lose a lot more if you cross me again!” he warned. “You’re hiding something. I can see it in your eyes. They asked me to verify your alibi. I did, but I know you weren’t in bed. And you didn’t tell them you were a copper. Do you wanna know what I think? I think you were with him. There’s dead girls all over the town and you’re spending more time with your ex and his daughter than with me and my son!”

And with that, he marched from the room and banged the door behind him.

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Ellie gazed up at Hardy, breathless as he growled a grand finale on their bedroom floor.

I think this is where we came in,” she grinned.

He panted, half smirking at the thought. “Well, I came in. I don’t know about you. I think you were faking it.”

Cheeky bugger,” she giggled.

He carefully rose to his knees and let her get up. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if you’d screwed the bed together a bit tighter. It squeaks more than you
do.”


Ellie drowned a laugh. “Sh-sh-sh, you’ll make me wake the kids.”

He grinned at her as he joined her on the bed, covering her body with his. “You don’t need my help with that, Squeaky.”

Don’t call me that,” she giggled helplessly.

I can’t call the bed Squeaky,” he reasoned. He shifted to the side a couple of times and made the bed jiggle against the wall. “See. You did get it up properly.”

That’s my line,” she griped.

You can’t use that line on me. I have kids to prove it.”

Yeah, and I’ve just gone back to work. You get me pregnant again and we’ll be homeless.”

He joined them, much to her surprise and he smiled down at her. “I am confident that the vasectomy has worked, Mrs. Hardy,” he told her in a near serious voice.

I bet you’ve said that before.”

Ah, but this time, it’s a second vasectomy and there’s no way it can heal itself. I had the surgeon make sure.”

What, did you bribe him to castrate you at the same time?” she tossed back, giggling as he made her sift with the bed.

He spluttered at her. “Oh I’ll have to get you back for that!”

Ellie laughed loudly and covered her mouth. They held their breaths, listening for the tell-tale sounds of little feet or cries. But the house remained silent. Until he moved. The bed squeaked again.

I have a day off coming up. When it comes, I am fixing this bed,” he determined.

ĐĐ

To be continued...

Comments

( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
cannibalilly
Jan. 2nd, 2015 12:53 pm (UTC)
I think Beth is coping very well, considering that not only their son's been killed but a close friend turned out to be the killer and that her husband cheated on her. It's understandable she doesn't want Chloe to run about town with another killer on the loose.

Love the bantering at the end, I just hope the new Hardy family will get out of all this unharmed
tardis_mole
Jan. 3rd, 2015 02:23 am (UTC)
Thank you. :DD
tkel_paris
Jan. 3rd, 2015 04:51 am (UTC)
Everyone copes in their own way. I have the feeling I'll be weeping for her when the new one airs.
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