Fanon:A Sims Affair

Characters:
Deborah Combs

Joan Combs

Scott Combs

Damion Carver

Lilly Carver

Bella Bachelor

Mortimer Goth

Prologue
It had been four week since the "incident" and the whole town was still rattled to the core. Joan was taking it the hardest. It was hard to believe, everyone was shocked. How could her own daughter do something so bizarre? She wasn't sure why but she knew people wanted answers. There was a knock at the door. Joan grabbed her cane and answered the door. Two reporters stood close together on her welcome mat. They seemed to be squirming at the chance to get the lead on the biggest story of their careers.

"Hello Mrs. Combs?" one asked.

"Ms." she replied.

They stared at her anxiously as if she were about to give the whole interview right there.

"Come in, come in." She said to the two young rookies.

The two snapped out of the daydream trance and came inside. Looking around the house the two noticed it was an older home but with all new amenities. Next to the stairs was the oldest relic in the house, a grand piano. It appeared to not have been played in quite sometime.

"Do you boys want anything to drink?" Joan asked.

"Uhh, no thanks." one of them chimed in.

Joan chuckled to herself. Have being a reporter so long ago she knew how important a story like this was to them.

"I suppose you want to start the interview as soon as possible?" she remarked.

The two looked at each-other for a brief moment and looked back at her.

"Sorry." One of the rookies sheepishly replied.

"Well sit down and let's start this as soon as possible." Joan said patiently. {C}The two scooted their chairs close to the table. While one pulled out a notepad the other pulled out a recorder.

"Go ahead Stan, ask her the questions." the one with the notepad gestured to Joan.

"Okay Uh," he fiddled with the tape recorder and continued "What do you think caused your daughter, Deborah, to do this?"

As she sighed Joan said, "She was such a sweet girl. No one could believe she would do such a thing." She began to tear up. "I think, her problem was she loved too much. I think that is why she would do something so gruesome."

Chapter One: New Beginings
The Combs family moved to Sunset Valley in the summer, a new start was just Joan wanted. Her job in the journalism career rquired her to move to the valley. Scott and Deborah weren't so happy though. Scott had to quit his Job he loved so much and leave behind his buddies. Deborah wasn't happy either, she had to leave all of her friends behind and start fresh. Deborah was never good at keeping up with relationships, much like her father. {C}The family moved in down the street from one of Joan's old friends. She and Joan quickly caught up and reminisced about the good old days. A few days after settling in the Bachelor Family brought some baked goods over as a welcoming gift. Joan greeted them while Deborah peered out from behind her mother.

"Hello there, my name is Jocasta, this is my husband Simis and my two children, Micheal and Bella. We wanted to bring you some cookies and a homeowner's association application." she said.

"Why thank you! And this must be Bella." she said gleefully as she bent down to Bella's eye level.

Bella hid back behind her mother's legs blushing, as little girls do. At that moment Deborah and Bella looked at each-other, they both smiled. {C} {C}"H..Hi." Deborah said nervously.

"Hey." Bella replied.

"Come in, Come in." Joan said.

"Is that a see-saw I see?" Jocasta asked.

"Why yes it is," Joan responded with a smile "why don't you two go play."

Soon everyone was inside but the girls.

"Hi, my name is Deborah" she said.

"Mines Bella," she replied "so you want to play on your see-saw."

"Yeah." Deborah replied.

The two began to see-saw for hours. They chatted about meaningless things and soon forgot about the world around them. They became good friends. Over the next few weeks the two became very close between constant sleepovers or staying up all night chatting on the phone. Deborah loved having a person she could trust. But what would happen next changed the way she lived forever.

Chapter Two: New Friends
As the weeks went by Joan became comfortable enough to introduce her family to her old friend, Lilly. Eventually Scott, Joan and Deborah all went over to meet her. When the family arrived in the living room they were greeted by a young boy. "Hello" the boy said.

"Hello Damion," Joan replied "this is my family, my husband Scott and my daughter, Deborah."

"Can I call you Debs?" Damion asked.

"Yeah, I guess." she replied with a shrug.

Calling from the other room Lilly asked "Do you guys want something to drink?"

"Sure." Scott replied.

Joan shot him a look and then the two walked in to the other room.

"So what do you do for fun around here?" Deborah asked.

"I'll show you Debs." He said extending his hand.

She took his hand as he led the way. He led her to the back yard where there were lots of trees. Deborah looked over the scene of trees and grass with joy, she didn't have anything like this in her backyard! He let go of her hand and ran towards a hammock hung between two trees. Observing the grass she saw his yard was littered with bugs and small animals. She bent down and let a small squirrel-like animal sniff her finger. She giggled quietly as it licked her fingers. Damion came over to join her. Soon the two took turns holding what they later found out to be a chinchilla, while chatting out in the yard until it was time for Deborah to go home.

"Bye Damion, I had fun." she said with a smile.

"You should keep him." Damion said.

With a nod and a smile she left with her family and the small animal. Deborah was happy, she knew Damion was her friend. She liked having people she could trust around her. Though, her biggest fear was loosing them, she hated it when people left and soon her fear was going to become a reality.

Chapter Three: Goodbye
Deborah and her friends were spending a lot of time together. She was always spending the night at Bella's house or having dinner at Damion's that her parents rarely saw her. Never seeing much of her underlying problems in the marriage soon came out. Joan and Scott began fighting more often. Joan tried to not fight with Scott in front of Deborah but sometimes it was harder to do so.

"Joan, I can't stand this!"

"Oh please, Scott you're overreacting."

"Am I? You made me move out here. I didn't want to and neither did Deborah."

"Oh really? When was the last time you even had a conversation with her?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, she's your daughter! Scott just knock it off. You were like this at Lilly's house. Stop with the attitude."

"The attitude, attitude? You made me leave my job and friends. You didn't even care about what I wanted."

"Keep it down you'll wake her."

"What do you care Joan? You only care about yourself!"

"I did what was best for us."

By this time Deborah was sitting at the top of the staircase listening in. "Best for us or best for you?"

"The schools here are better!"

"I don't care."



"How could you say that?"

"I loved her but we moved away!"

Silence filled the room as Joan was trying to understand what he was saying.

"What are you trying to say Scott?"

"Never-mind."

"No tell me."

Scott half whispered, "Dina.."

"Caliente?"

"..Yes"

With shock and awe clearly filling her face Joan said, "the Calientes are tramps."

"Don't talk about her like that!"

Joan scoffed in disbelief.,"She just wants your money."

"How would you know?"

"It was never about us, was it? When did you plan on telling me you were going to leave?"

"It's not like that I-"

"You were just going to leave Deborah and I? She is so young! What-"

"I never loved Deborah!"

Deborah desperately tried to fight tears.

Scott continued,"When I found out you were pregnant couldn't believe it. I was so scared."

She stared at him while boiling with rage.

"I didn't know how to be a dad, I didn't want to. But, it was too late."

"Why did you marry me?"

"Because, I thought I loved you."

"You THOUGHT you loved me?!"

"No, I mean I love you both but, I'm not just the best role model for her."

"Get out."

"What will you tell Deborah?"

"She doesn't have to tell me anything." she said as she made her way down the stairs. "Goodbye."



Scott looked up at his daughter before shutting the door behind him.

"I'm so sorry Deborah. I'm sorry!"

"It's not your fault." She relied.

It's mine.