PennyBassett Fanfiction

[PennyBassett]

Buck fan fiction! If you want I'll post more!

Dear Mr. Eugene and Miss Katrina,
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I didn’t want to. But I did, and then you yelled back. You scared me. I was scared of what you would do next. After you shouted at me you had this look in your eyes. I haven’t seen that look for a long time. I hoped I would never see it again. It was the look my mother gave me when I tried to stop her from drinking. It was the look Vance’s friends gave me before they beat me up. It was the look Mr. Skint gave me before he threw something at me. And you had that look. I guess I thought you would do the same thing. You made me cry. I cried because I let you down. I cried because I was scared. After I saw how angry you were, I fell on the ground, helpless, waiting for a hard, sharp blow to the head. But it never came. You didn’t scold me. You didn’t hit me. You didn’t throw anything at me. You didn’t even tell me to get up. Instead, you got on the ground with me. You held me in your secure harmless arms until I stopped crying. Then you apologized. You told me you were sorry. You said you did something wrong. There was no blaming. No anger. Just love. But you were angry, weren’t you? Just like my mother, Vance’s gang, or Mr. Skint. So what made your anger different?








Ephesians 4:26, “In your anger do not sin.”

[Mickey]

Wow that's good PennyBassett you should do more.

[PennyBassett]

Thanks! I will!

[PennyBassett]

From Katrina's perspective after Green Ring:

The day I took Buck to the police station was one of the hardest days of my life. I hated sending him away like that. He cried the whole way to the police station. He just held the few things he had left and looked out the window with tears streaming down his beautiful cheeks. Everything in me was screaming not to turn him in. I wanted to turn the car around and put him somewhere safe until it was all over. But we both knew it was the right thing to do. At his trial, he just kept his head on my shoulder and I held his hand that trembled with fear. While he was up on the stand he kept looking back at me as if to make sure I wasn't going to leave him like everyone else had. I'll never forget the face he made when the judge sentenced him. And by the time we had said our last farewells I knew he had no pride left. I just remember crying into Eugene's arms wondering how I could have abandoned him.

[PennyBassett]

I walked up to the front of the class and looked out at everybody. This week's project had been to write about a scary experience. Most everyone did a report on the time they were in a tornado or when they were almost attacked by a dog. My report was different though. I knew it was much scarier than the others. I was ready now though, Eugene went over it with me a zillion times. But I was still really nervous. My hands shook as I began my essay,

"So, a lot of you have asked me to tell you about my life before I came to Odyssey, so I decided to make my report about that. So um, here it goes." As I read my essay the whole scene played out in my head.

I walked through the door of our little trailer, a place I once called home. Mr. Skint sat at the table, dazed and holding a large bottle of beer. "Mr. Skint I- Oh. Um, I'll come back later."

"No. You'll stay right here." I closed the flimsy, plastic door behind me. "Tell me how it went."

"I- I lost him."

"What?!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Skint, I really am. I'll make it right. W-we can fix it."

"I'm not worried about that now. What did I tell you would happen if you messed this up?"

"No Mr. Skint. Please. Please."

"Into the bedroom Buck." He rose from the chair and walked towards me.

"Mr. Skint, please! I can find him again, don't hurt me." He pushed me several times until I was in the bedroom. Helpless, I ran to the corner. "What are you gonna do?" He didn't answer. He just locked the door and went to the closet. My heart raced and my mouth went dry. I didn't know what to do. I never did. Mr. Skint pulled a leather belt from the closet. "Turn around boy." All I could say was, "No. Please no." He angrily grunted and grabbed my wrist. I tried to break free but he was too strong. He shoved me onto the ground and to my terror threw his bottle at me. It hit my back and shattered. I shouted in pain and felt streams of blood fall down my back and soak through my clothes. Tears rolled down my face and now too petrified to move, I complied with his wishes. I pulled myself up, put my head on the bed and grasped the covers with all my might. I held back sobs and waited. Then the whipping began. With every blow, glass cut into my skin and the feel of leather burned my back. I had never seen Mr. Skint so angry. He cursed at me, said he wished I was never born and that he hated me. He only beat me for half an hour but it felt like an eternity. I cried the whole time, begging him to stop but it didn't do any good. He afflicted so much emotional and physical pain that by the time he finally let off, I felt utterly useless. Through blurred eyes I stumbled into the bathroom with the little energy I had left and immediately threw up in the toilet. I guess Mr. Skint found it funny or something, cause I heard him laugh. Desperate to get away I forced myself out of the room, grabbed my stuffed dog, (the last present my mom had given me), and ran to the nearest pond. I just curled up on the wooden dock and cried for hours. And with each rain drop and tear that fell, I too wished I had never been born. A lot of kids in Odyssey have told me that they wish they could go on the adventures I've gone on, or live the way I lived, and every time someone says that, it confuses me because I never understand why someone would wish they could be in pain.

My voice shook as I finished my presentation and I don't know why but everyone clapped as I sat back down. I looked up at Miss Katrina who had tears of pride in her eyes. She smiled at me and silently mouthed the words, 'I will never hurt you.'

[Baron von Odyssey]

Wow. There is a pretty talented fanfiction writer here. Keep up the good work!

[PennyBassett]

Thank you so much! <3 I'm working on a series of three different pieces that all fit together. I don't what to say anymore but I'm super excited about it! I'll post them on here and my website when I finish them. And if you want to visit my website then there's a link in my profile. I have a ton more fanfics on there!

[PennyBassett]

Ok so at the end of The Ties That Bind Eugene offered to go fishing with Buck but we never got to hear that scene or episode or anything! So I pretty much wrote about it instead. Hope you enjoy!

I don't think I'll ever forget Eugene and I's first fishing trip at Trickle Lake. The morning Eugene asked me to go fishing with him was one of the best mornings of my life. I was ecstatic. I just couldn’t believe that Eugene wanted to go fishing with me! We went up to the lake at about 10:00 A.M. It was a beautiful day. On the way there I held back my excitement as I tried to explain as much as I could about the right kind of bait to use and how to find the place in the water with the most fish, "So when fishing for a bass, I've found it's best to use crankbait." Eugene nodded intently, keeping his eye on the road. "They don't usually have them at dock fishing shops so I brought a couple of my own."

Eugene seemed surprised, "Really? How many lures do you have?"

"Just a few. I used to have more but I couldn't take all of them with me when-" It hurt too much to finish the sentence. I didn't want to think about the juvenile detention center.

Eugene sighed, he understood, “Buck, I’m sorry, I know it’s hard.”

"It's ok." I looked down at my small plastic box of lures and swallowed hard, trying not to think about the other things I had to leave behind. "How many did you have before?" Eugene cautiously asked. I sighed, forcing myself to remember my last year with Mr. Skint, "For my thirteenth birthday, Mr. Skint bought me a big fishing set. It had tons of organized containers with every lure and hook you could want. It was just too big to take with me. I had this set before then."

"I see. How often did you and Mr. Skint go fishing?"

"As often as we could. Sometimes we would go out on the lake and just sit there, fishing and talking for hours." There was a drawn out pause as I remembered the long, peaceful days on the water. Eugene finally spoke up, "You miss him, don't you?"

"Sometimes. But I wish I didn't. I mean, why should I?"

"Why shouldn't you miss him?"

"Because- because he left me." I said almost angrily. I paused when I realized where the anger came from, "Miss Katrina said he didn't love me." I glanced up at Eugene, "Why should I miss someone who didn't even love me?"

"He was a father to you." I looked back down at the box; I couldn't bare the look he gave me, "You have every right to miss him."

"I just wish I didn't,” I said quietly.

We drove a little longer, and then Eugene stopped the car. I looked up and realized we were there. All of the sudden a little smirk he had obviously been holding back spread across Eugene's face. "What is it?" I asked, intrigued by his expression. "Oh, call it a surprise."

"Ok," I said, getting excited.

"Now, don't get out of the car quite yet." I unbuckled and watched as Eugene went around to the back of the car. He got something out of the trunk. I couldn't see what it was though until he said it was all right to come out. I opened the door, got out, then stopped. There in front of me stood Eugene with the same excited grin, holding two dark blue fishing poles; clearly expensive. Awestruck I took one, "Are these- ours?" Eugene nodded. Still bewildered I examined it, running my fingers down the beautifully engineered metal. "But how?" I asked, "This fishing pole is better than any I've ever had."

"So?"

"So it must have cost a lot of money."

"That doesn't matter."

“Yes it does,” I looked at the fishing pole. I couldn’t accept it, “You should take it back. You've already given me so much and I don’t deserve it.”

“Whether you deserve or not is irrelevant. It’s a free gift.”

"Ok but-" I paused and realized where the conversation was headed, "Uh oh, I know that look. There’s a lesson behind this isn’t there?”

Eugene laughed, "Is it that obvious?"

"Probably not to everyone. So what is it?"

"You said that you don't deserve a fishing pole; correct?" I nodded. "Why did you say that?" I didn't want to tell him the real reason, but I tried anyway. The words came out slowly, "Because I've done too many bad things- I, I just haven't earned it."

"But I'm giving it to you anyway."

"Right."

"Well, that's what Jesus did for you." I still didn't get it. "He gave me a fishing pole?" I asked though I was pretty sure that's not where he was going with it. "No," he laughed, "See when Jesus died on the cross, he took the punishment for your sin."
"Death?" The concept was almost chilling.
"That's right, death. But since Jesus died for you, if you ask him to come into your heart, you won't have to fear death because you'll live with him forever."
"But why would he die for me? That's something I never understood."
"He died for you because he loves you and he created you with a purpose and plan in mind. God doesn't want you to die so he sent his only son, Jesus to die for you."
I stopped to consider what I had just heard. Jesus loved me? I wasn't even sure I believed it. "But, even after everything I've done?"
"Yes. And Buck, I want you to know that no matter what you have done or will ever do, Katrina and I will always love you and be here for you."
For the first time in a while there wasn't a stinging pain in my heart and I actually smiled, "Thanks Mr. Eugene." See, to hear Eugene say that, while it might not have seemed like a big deal to him, it meant the world to me. We went fishing for four hours that day. Eugene never quite got the hang of putting the bait on the hooks and every once and a while he would tell me some random fact about water or fish or the temperature of the air or something. I guess his inessential amount of knowledge helped in the long run though, cause he caught more fish than I did! As we packed up our things I summoned the courage to ask a question that had been nagging at me, "Mr. Eugene?"

"Yes, Buck?"

"Earlier you said that God has a purpose in mind for me."

"Yes."

"Well, what IS my purpose?" Eugene looked down at me, sighed and said, "I don't know Buck, but if you ask God, I'm sure he'll tell you." I paused then asked, "Would- would you help me do that?"

Eugene smiled, "Sure Buck."

[Connie G.]

That's really good, Penny It really SOUNDED like the characters as I was reading it. It doesn't often happen this way when I read stuff I've heard people say, but I was actually imagining Buck's voice narrating this Spot on

[PennyBassett]

Thanks! Agh!!! Old Tricks came out today and I'm listening to it right now for the third time in a row. It makes me so happy. It's so late and I have a show tomorrow but I seriously don't even care!

[Ameraka]

These are really good!

[PennyBassett]

Thanks! I've read a lot of yours too! They're really good! Connie and Jason's fanfic is my soap opera. I don't ship them but it's too adorable to ignore.

[PennyBassett]

Ok guys so over the next few days I'm going to be posting a series of fan fics. I've been working on these for a long time and I would go so far as to say that they are the masterpieces of my work. There are six paragraphs, all about the Meltsners, and get out your tissues folks, cause they're tear jerkers. (ok so maybe not tear jerkers but more like "here's a smack in the face of cold hard truth. (but they're not all super sad either)) ANYWAYS, you probably want to read it so go ahead!

Oh, dearest journal, in my time of struggle you seem like the only one I can turn to. For today, a day which started out with such joy has turned to bitter regret and misery. Today my dear sweet son, Eugene Meltsner, died. It seems like all the light has been drained from our nightmare of a prison. The only thing that brought me happiness, Thelma's beautiful face, also has been taken from me. For her eyes, which once held hope are now pierced with a stinging sadness. I'll never forget her madding scream that bolted through the solid rock walls when we got the news. As she cried I just held her in my weak, struggling arms while trying to make sense of it all and restrain the tears that would later spill out profusely. I cry even now as I write this and I can't shake the feeling that I am partially responsible for my son's death, for if I had only taken him with us, I might not have lost him. What rips me apart the most though is that just seven years ago I wanted to kill him myself. And now he's actually gone. Such a waste. He was brilliant. The smartest kid I ever knew. All the things he could have done. He could have cured cancer. Gone to Mars. Converted radio waves to brain waves. He was so smart. I just keep imagining his face full of terror. He must have been so scared. He died in a train explosion. He died quickly I suppose. Didn't feel much pain. How could he leave us? His parents in pain like this. How could Dalton do this? It's his fault! All of it! He killed my son, leaving my wife in agony. I'll never forgive him for this. Ever.






Today. Today my son died. My only son died. Eugene. I saved his life. And now he's dead. We only got 7 years with him! Now all we do is cry, eat when we can, and sleep. Leonard and I haven't talked about the fact that Leonard's wish to not have a son has been granted. It's much too painful to discuss. I know we should but neither one of us can seem to bring it up. How could we? I have a gaping hole in my heart that I know can only be filled by seeing my son again. But now he's gone. And I'll never see him again. I'll never get to hold him again. I'll never see him smile again. Eugene was taken from me and now I fear that like a small, helpless boat, Leonard is drifting away as well. And I don't know what to do to bring him back to shore.

[PennyBassett]

Ok here's the next set, tell me what everyone thinks! I'm always open to feedback!

I stayed up all night praying, trying to gain back the sense of reality that had been so brutally snatched from me. I found myself begging God to bring Katrina healing, and I prayed that God would somehow avert the tragedy before me. ‘Katrina and I cannot have children?’ The prospect was confusing, and also heartbreaking. Why would God do that to us? Didn’t we disserve kids? My face was soaked with tears as I tried to figure out what the news meant. No children. Eugene Meltsner will never be a father. And Katrina, oh dear Katrina. She would have made an amazing mother. And our kids! One could only imagine what they could have accomplished. They would have been extremely intelligent. Katrina loves children. Children had always been a source of hope for us. They were something to look forward to. If all else failed there was always a glimmer of hope, that someday, we would be parents. But no. Life felt so empty then.




I love kids. I love watching children learn. I love watching them succeed. I'm a teacher. I teach kids all day and I love it. I've always wanted to have children. Eugene and I both have. Children would make our lives complete in so many ways. But yesterday we found out we can't have children. I don't know what to do. It doesn't seem real yet. And what should we do? Should we adopt? Become foster parents? And does God just want us to go on with our lives? Like he hasn't destroyed my sense of peace and security? And Eugene. At times he doesn't seem affected by the news. And lately all he wants to do is-is do things. I get that's how he distracts himself from his pain, but at this time we don't need distractions. We need to face the situation before us. I've tried alone but I'm having trouble coping on my own. I need my husband to face it with me.

[Ameraka]

These are sad. I like how you express their emotion through their thoughts, like a diary (is it a diary?) And how you put emotion behind what happened on the show, making it deeper.
It's interesting how Eugene doesn't communicate his emotion--and Katrina interprets it as not affecting him. (kinda reminds me how in my story Connie didn't think

the loss of their baby

affected Jason as much)

in Eugene's POV deserve is spelled "disserve".

[PennyBassett]

Thanks Amereka! And I think I read part of that fanfic and it was really good! You're really great with character development which is a really awesome talent to have while writing!

Ok so here's the last two! Tell me what you think!

H-hey God. It's Buck. Can I ask you a question? Why? Why did you take her from us? Amy wasn't even born yet and you just let her die. It's just something I can add to my pain. I hope you don't mind me saying this but why do you keep taking people from me? My mother? My father? Mr. Skint? I know he wasn't an ideal father but he was a father to me. Thanks for the Meltsners by the way. They gave me a family. And I have a father now. But sometimes I think it would just be easier if I was born into their family. I can't imagine what Jules is going through. She cries so much. She sees Connie more than ever. I know I need to visit Mom and Dad more but I just can't bring myself to do it. You know how much Mom calls us. She's so sweet to do that. To make sure we're ok every day. I'm not usually ok until she calls. Hearing my mom's voice even if she is my adopted mother's voice is so calming. In jail, I lived to get letters from Miss Katrina. The days when I got a letter from her were the best days of the worst year of my life. No one should have to spend 7th grade in jail. You know, it was so anticlimactic. Jules and I were going to be parents. And you stopped it from happening. Do you know how much it hurts? To watch my wife through blurred eyes break down into endless sobs every day? All I know to do is hold her until sleep gives us a break from the tears and heart ache. Because right now, my nightmares are better than reality.












I'm alright. I'll be ok. Yes, I lost my first baby. It was a dramatic experience and a painful one. I can't sleep at night. I cry for hours at a time. But I'll be ok because I know that no matter how much pain I'm in it's nothing compared to what Buck is feeling. We hide our emotions. It's how we were raised. Buck was raised to lie. And I was raised to not have feelings. Living in Odyssey has changed both of us a lot, but we can still react like we did back when we were kids. Buck will lie about his emotions to everyone but me. I can't keep my emotions in as much so I go to Connie or Olivia when I can't go to Buck. I'm all he has for comfort because besides for his parents, I'm the only person Buck can turn to. Yes. I'll be ok. Whatever happens, I'll be alright. My life has been amazing. Sure, my parents got divorced when I was 7 and now I've lost my baby. Buck? Buck lost both of his parents, he lost the only father figure from his childhood, he went to jail and now he's lost a child. That's simply not fair. I can't imagine what he's going through. All that pain and loss. It must be horrible for him. Ya, my sense of reality is being stripped from me and my life is falling apart but I'll be just fine.

[PennyBassett]

Ok everybody, I haven't posted anything for a while, mostly because even though there's over 70 pieces of literature about adventures in odyssey sitting in my phone right now, most of them are either unfinished, boring, or go down roads that are impossible in the current Odyssey universe. So my question is just if I posted some of these, would you read them? Have I got your attention and now you can't wait to see what else I've written? They're not masterpieces and I wouldn't post them on my site, but would you like to read some random thoughts and stories that I've scribbled down over the past few months?

[Ameraka]

I'd like to read them! I'm not too sure how possible some of my writings have been for the AIO universe, but I write them anyway. I'm interested in anything that has to do with AIO fanfiction, and I love your writing!

[PennyBassett]

So I'm not sure why, but at one point I decided to write kind of a letter thing from Buck to Katrina. But Katrina's dead in it so... Idk, it was weird. It's well written, it's just- really sad.

I cry a lot of course. Sometimes I think that if I loose enough people then the grief will get easier, but it doesn't. It hurts just as much and more. Eugene says you're in heaven. He also says I have to leave soon. I'm going to live with the Parkers. Because I need a mom and a dad. He'll visit a lot of course and I'll still see him at Whit's End. But it'll be hard. I feel like I'm loosing both of you. So much has changed so quickly. I miss you. I miss you so much. Remember how you used to sit on the couch with me? We'd eat popcorn and I'd tell you about my day? I miss that. I miss your hugs. I don't see you anymore during school in the halls between classes. Just come back. Eugene needs you. I need you. Eugene cries so much. I don't like seeing Eugene cry. He always looks sad. I know he misses you too. Today we got out photo albums and Eugene showed me pictures from your engagement party and wedding. You were so beautiful. We went to your funeral yesterday. I just sat in the back and cried. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't want them to feel bad for me. I know they did though. Eugene talked about you on stage. He told everyone how wonderful you were. How people respected you. How everyone you were around felt happy. Connie talked to. She cried the whole time. You were really good friends with her weren't you? I never realized it until yesterday, but Connie and Eugene are really close too. Maybe it was because I saw them hug. They were both crying. So many people were there. A lot of people loved you. I loved you. I never told you that did I? Sorry. At the funeral Mr. Whittaker sat with me. He was a lot of help. He talked to me and told me not to give up. That even though things look hopeless right now, they'll get better. Hopeless is a good word to describe my life right now. I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I can't talk to you anymore. You can't tell me what to do. What do I do? I don't talk to anyone at school anymore. I cry every day at school. I try not to but I do. Most of the time I'll see something, or remember something we did together and I just break down. I usually go in the locker room or hide in the bathroom and just cry. Sometimes it seems like all we do is cry. I wake up and realize you're gone. That's the worst part of the day. Realizing you won't be there when I come downstairs for breakfast. I have no more motivation to get up in the morning so Eugene usually comes in and sits with me until we both have the energy to get up. Sometimes we never do. Last Saturday we stayed in my room the entire day. We just stayed in our pajamas and built paper airplanes and talked a lot. We talked about you mostly. That was a good day. Leonard and Everett came to visit. They're here now. It's nice having a kid in the house my age. If you were still here would you have adopted me? Sometimes a wonder about that. I've always wanted to call you Mom. But I guess I won't ever now. I don't want to live with the Parkers Miss Katrina. I wish I could just stay with Eugene. I need him. I need you.

[Ameraka]

It's sad that Katrina's dead. I normally don't like it when canon characters die in fanfiction, especially if they're still alive on the show. But you're really good at conveying Buck's emotion and creating details that make it seem realistic.

It would be easier to read if there were some paragraph breaks, though.