Title: Pieces of Glass
Characters: Lily Walker, Lindsey Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood, Chris McVie, John McVie, and Stevie Nicks
Word Count: 1363
Rating: PG-13 [drinking, drugs, language]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Lily and Lindsey are hosting the Fleetwood Mac family for Thanksgiving...


 


November 23, 1978
Los Angeles, California


Glancing out the front window, Lily smiled in relief upon seeing the Fleetwood Mac family making their way towards the house.  With Lindsey’s brothers unwilling to travel south for the holiday and Lindsey tired of always going north to them, they had opted to remain home and invite over the band for Thanksgiving instead.  With Chris’s and John’s divorce followed a couple of months later by Mick and Jenny splitting, Lily had not been so certain anyone would show up, not even Stevie.  Yet there they were, getting out of four separate cars.  It was a start.


“Lindsey, your band is here,” she announced before heading back to the kitchen.


As she passed him, Lindsey’s fingers reached to stop her, but she sidestepped his reach and continued on.  With a sigh, he continued towards the front door, reaching it just as it opened.  He greeted his band mates, accepting a bottle of wine from Stevie — and handing it directly to John.  The bassist chuckled, but accepted the bottle, making a beeline to the kitchen.


“Hey there, gorgeous,” he greeted Lily as he entered the room.


Glancing up from her chopping, she smiled at him, “Hi, John.”


His free hand slipped around her waist slightly and he kissed her cheek, “It already smells delicious.”


“Thank you,” she turned back to her chopping. “You know where the corkscrew is.”


Heading over to the drawer, he pulled out the device, “Is there anything I can help with?”


“And when did you become a kitchen guru?” she teased, glancing sideways at him.


“Um… well I’m not, but…”


“I understand.  I’m sure I can find something for you to do,” she smiled.


“Thanks, Lil,” he responded, pouring two glasses of wine.


Before too long, the guests ended up congregating around the kitchen, rather than the living room.  John kept close to Lily, trying to intuitively help her without her needing to ask.  Lindsey watched them cautiously, a bit surprised Lily even allowed John to cross the invisible line that even he was not allowed to cross when she was cooking.  Yet the silent bassist remained by her side, lifting heavy pots and pans for her, catching spoons before they hit the ground, keeping her wine glass full.


“So I didn’t know what to bring to the party,” Mick smirked, reaching into his pocket, “but no party is a party without —”


Lindsey whirled around and stepped between Mick and Lily, speaking softly, “Keep it in your pocket, Mick.”


“But—”


“If Lily finds out you have it, we’ll both be kicked out.”


“But—”


Stevie touched Mick’s leg, “Listen to Lindsey.”


“But—”


“Mick,” she warned.


“Fine, fine,” his hand left his pocket, empty. “I just thought—”


“Not that kind of party, Mick,” Lindsey declared. “I would hate to ruin Lily’s big day with that.”


“Okay.  I get it.  Shesh.”


The sound of shattering glass grabbed everyone’s attention.  Lindsey’s eyes instantly dropped to Lily’s bare feet, where the remains of a wine glass sparkled.  Alarm filled him and he headed towards her, intending to sweep her off her feet to protect her from the glass.  Ignoring the fact John was trying to clean up the glass while Lily remained motionless; Lindsey crunched over the glass and picked Lily up.  She squealed but didn’t protest, letting him sweep her away so John could sweep up the mess.


“You okay?” he asked, setting her down on the counter to check her feet.


“I’m,” she hiccupped, “fine.”


Standing up, he kissed her quickly, “Are you sure?”


She nodded.


“How many glasses of wine have you had?”


“I don’t know…”


Lindsey glanced at John, “How many glasses of wine has Lily had?”


Sweeping the remaining glass into the dustpan, the bassist glanced up, “Two… maybe three.  Not including this one.”


“Lil,” Lindsey grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, “you need to drink this.”


“I’m,” she hiccupped, “fine.”


“Drink this,” he pressed the bottle into her hands. “So you and John can finish making dinner.”






Despite Lindsey’s warnings, John continued to feed Lily glasses of wine, though he did manage to get her to drink water every now and then.  This meant by the time dinner was served, Lily was more than just a little bit tipsy.  Luckily, so was everyone else, so no one paid much attention to the giggling blonde.


“This looks wonderful, Lily,” Mick commented.


“Thanks!” she chirped.


“Aren’t we supposed to say what we’re thankful first?” Christine spoke up.


Lindsey shrugged, “Sure, I suppose we can.  I’ll start.  I’m thankful most for Lily.  Not only is she the most beautiful chef I have ever know, but she loves me more than anyone ever has.  I’m especially thankful that we made it through a difficult year and are still together.”


Christine muttered something about being grateful for her new piano before Stevie interjected with her own declaration.  One by one, the band professed whatever they were thankful for, before the turn landed on Lily.  She swallowed another mouthful of wine and glanced at Lindsey.  He flashed her an easy smile, waiting for her to say something sweet in response.


“I’m thankful Lindsey has finally decided to keep it in his pants and not fuck crazy whores.”


Lindsey’s blue eyes widened.  Mick choked on his wine while John froze mid-drink.  Stevie’s hand covered her mouth as she gasped.  Not even looking at the couple, Christine shook her head and finished the rest of her drink.


“Lil…”


“Oh come on, Lindsey.  They all know what problems we’ve been having,” she responded. “No one can ever keep a secret in this band, especially not when it comes to se—”


His hand slapped over hers, “Come with me.”


Before she could protest, Lindsey pulled her out of the dining room.  She whimpered and tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held tight and continued away from the band.  Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Lily dug her heels in, not letting him pull her up them.  With little pause, Lindsey scooped her up as he had earlier and carried her up.


Kicking the door closed on their bedroom, he tossed her on the bed.  Quickly rolling over, her drunken eyes met his.  Without saying a word or even touching her, Lindsey kept Lily from getting up.  His gaze held hers intently, waiting for her to even attempt to say anything.


“Lindsey…”


“There was absolutely no fucking reason for you to bring that up at Thanksgiving.”


“But I—”


“I thought we had worked through my transgressions.”


“We have, but…”


“But what?”


“I still… Lindsey, I still think about it all the time, even if it was months ago.  I can’t help it.”


He knelt in front of her, “Tell me something, Lily?”


“What?”


His fingers grasped hers, “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you forgive me.  Tell me that we can get beyond this.”


“I… I do forgive you, Lindsey, but I don’t think I can ever forget and—”


He squeezed her hands, “I don’t expect you to forget.  I really don’t.  I hurt you a lot.  I know that.  I’m the asshole here.  I am thankful that you gave me a second —”


“Third,” she corrected.


“A third chance,” he nodded slightly. “I really am.  But, Lil, if we’re going to get through this, you’ve got to stop—”


“I know,” she sighed. “I spoke without thinking.”


“It’s the wine.  I’m sure of it,” he quickly offered.


“I guess…”


Lindsey moved to sit on the bed next to her, kissing her temple, “I love you, Lil.  You, you, you.”


“I love you too, Lindsey,” a tear escaped her eyes. “I’m sorry.”


His lips captured her single tear, “It’s okay, Lily.  It really is.”


She shifted closer to him, “I’ll tell them it’s all —”


Lindsey’s arms slipped around her, holding her tight, “Don’t worry about it at all, Lil.  We’ll give them a few more minutes and they’ll drink away it ever happening.”


“I’m still sorry.”


“Not as sorry as I am, baby,” he squeezed her again. “I am thankful most for you, for us.”


“Me too…”