Last Resort-deleted scenes

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Scarvy's Lost Soul

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(Takes places during the epilogue of Last Resort just before Scarvy meets Jareth and Sarah six months later when they return to the Aboveground.)

Detective William Scarvy hated Valentine's Day. The over-commercialized, bleeding heart, fluffy bunny, chocolate covered holiday for romantic fools drilled a hole in his ever increasing cynical soul. He used to love the holiday, positively relished the excitement of giving candies to his childhood crushes, and later his more serious high school and college girlfriends and the girls delighted in the gift receiving. Until he gradually realized his shallow emotions never bloomed into the richer sentiments he craved. Initially, he suspected he just hadn't met the right woman, as his parents advised, so he continued dating while he finished college.

Also, throughout high school and college William worked numerous part-time jobs, but nothing ever satisfied him; even his general business degree held no fascination for him but it was a useful, all-purpose degree which he could apply towards whatever he found that interested him later. After graduation he applied for the NYPD Academy more out of curiosity and inadvertently found a calling that grounded him, unfortunately he yet to find the love of his life. A few years after graduation his father succumbed to lung cancer and his fragile, heart-broken mother followed a short time later leaving Scarvy alone in the world.

He desired the type of love he parents had shared, surely a woman lived that he might fall in love with all his heart. But while his career fast-tracked his love-life derailed. Never a picky man regarding woman, a prospective lady needed only to possess a certain level of intelligence, attractiveness, and willingness; he decided perhaps lowering his standards might improve his chances. He should've known better as not only did the quality of his dates significantly decrease, but so did his hopes, thus bringing him to his present state of vitriol towards Valentine's Day.

True love it seemed was not in the stars for one Detective William Scarvy, destined to be a restless, unhappily, confirmed bachelor. And so he sat alone nursing his woes in a double whiskey a few weeks after this year's Valentine's Day. The small pub around the block from his apartment had lately become his vacation spot when his home's silence rang a tad too loudly. Scarvy surreptitiously glanced at the few other patrons flanking him, all middle-aged men without wedding rings. The corners of his mouth drooped. He had to get a hobby or a best friend, anything to drag him from this alcoholic graveyard since his career didn't cut it anymore.

Ha! His career...five years until retirement and the strangest case on record drops in his lap; six months ago a missing mental patient Sarah Williams, possible connection to the death of Dr. Jonathon Garcia, her crazy, violent husband attacks her boyfriend then Sarah Williams, her boyfriend and her daughter all disappear in Central Park never to be heard from again—as they say. And Scarvy stuck holding the bag of a whole lot of nothing evidence. Career...yeah, that's a laugh.  Weirdest thing was something about the whole escapade called to him like déjà vu, like he'd felt it before or...whatever.

'Get a grip, Will.' He told himself. 'So you didn't solve one case, not the end of the world.' He downed the last of his whiskey, considered ordering another then thought better of it. Time to split the graveyard scene before the gravedigger showed up shovel in hand with Scarvy's name engraved on the handle. Dinner sounded good, maybe Thai since he ate Indian last night. With a strength of will Scarvy pushed from the bar, exited, and shuffled to the nearby Thai restaurant mentally preparing himself for another night home alone.

 

AN: He's become one of my fave characters!