Days Fan Fiction: A Twist — Dr. Rolf’s Involvement in Gwen & Jack’s Story

Who’s Your Momma, Part 2.
Wayne-Daniel Berard

Welcome to the first fan fiction story for Days of our Lives, a continuation where we left off with Jack and Gwen visiting one of Tiffany’s old friends. Jack was shown a photo of a woman he knows well. We knew our readers had taken issue with the Gwen vs. The Deveraux clan storyline since the beginning. Soaps Spoilers’ Wayne-Daniel came up with a solution to how this story could have gone. With an upcoming twist that begins here and a memorable, emotional outcome, we know you’re going to want to read all three parts.

Jack pulls the car up to a dour and pitiless- looking building. He turns to Gwen.

“Sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” he asks.

“No. Thanks,” she answers. “I need to do this on my own.” She opens the car door.

Scene change. Gwen enters a very sparse, institutional-looking room. Just a table and a couple of chairs. She looks down at someone seated there. Pauses.

“Well, it damn well took you long enough,” a woman’s voice speaks.

The camera zooms in, to show . . . Eve Donovan in an orange jumpsuit.

“You . . . you were expecting me?” Gwen sounds incredulous.

“More than you know, kiddo,” Eve replies. “But the guard told me there’d been a call asking about me.”

“I’m Gwen — “she begins.

“Oh, I know who you are. Gwendolyn Rizczech.” Eve interrupts her. “We do get the newspapers in here. You’re the girl who blew up Jennifer Horton’s picture-perfect little family. Bravo! Couldn’t have done it better myself — and believe me, sweetie, I’ve tried.”

“But why were you expecting ME, specifically?” Gwen asks.

“Oh, if it affects prissy miss Jennifer, I figured she’d send you my way sooner or later. Don’t you know that I’m the root of all evil for the Devereaux’s? What’re they blaming me for now?”

“You knew my mother,” Gwen states and slaps a photograph down on the table.

“Wow!” Eve grins wickedly. “There’s a blast from the past? How is Cheri, the old cow? Did she ever get Sal to marry her?”

“She’s his widow now,” Gwen replies. “Worth a lot of money. Can afford clothes other than orange.”

Eve flips the picture back across the table. “So, what do you want, Gwennie?”

“Information. About my mother. And my father, whoever he is! I know he’s not Jack Devereaux. And what do you know about payments my Mum received once a month.”

“Ah, Jack must be in on this!” Eve muses. “He always was an excellent reporter. Be careful with him, sweetie; he has a way of discarding women when he’s done with them.”

She sits back in her chair. Takes a long look at Gwen.

“Yeah, I know your mother. So what?”

“Knew,” Gwen corrects her. “My mother’s been dead for years.”

“Are you sure of that?” Eve’s mouth curves upward ever so slightly — and cruelly.

“Are we talking about Rolf?!” Gwen stands up, agitated. “The mad doctor who brings back the dead? Oh, I know him! Jack told me all about how he resurrected him — wait! Are you saying he did the same with my Mum? Are you telling me my mother is actually alive?”

“Bingo!” Eve says sarcastically.

“Then tell me! Ms. Donovan, please! If my mother’s alive, then where is she?”

“Ms. Donovan?” Eve’s smile widens. “I know you Brits are formal, but come on. No need for all that between us?”

“Ok, ok!” Gwen is about to jump out of her skin. “Tell me! WHERE IS MY MOTHER, EVE?!”

“That’s the first right thing you’ve said since you walked through that door, sugar.” Eve leans forward, pinning Gwen with her stare. ‘My mother, Eve!’ That’s right, honey. Where’s your mamma? She’s sitting right in front of you!”

(This might be a good spot for a commercial break. When we return . . .)

Scene: still the visitors’ room at Statesville Prison.

“That’s a lie!” Gwen shouts at Eve. “Tiffany Rizczech was my mother!”

“Tiffany Rizczech was a paycheck,” Eve insists. “I paid her to raise you as her own.”

“Why, for God’s sake?!” Gwen is starting to lose it.

“Why? For exactly what you ended up doing so well — making Jennifer and her family suffer! Have you ever heard of Frankie Brady?”

“Who?”

“Don’t know as much as you think you do, do you? Frankie was in love with Jennifer, back in the day. So was Jack. In the end, she chose Jack. And he chose her, over me. I got Frankie — dear, sweet, decent Frankie. He could have been the poster child for Mr. Nice Guy. Went off with an NGO to Africa. I went with him, of course. I should have known it would never work. He could never get Jennifer out of his system. Soon enough, he broke it off. “Not fair to me,” he said.

“Wait! So, this Frankie Brady is my father?” Gwen asks.

“Don’t I wish!” Eve laughs out loud. “You
think I’d have ended up stuck in this hell hole? No, your father was some Portuguese soldier I met in a bar in Angola the night before I flew home. Once I found out I was pregnant, I would have flown right back to Frankie. He’d have never let me go then! But I knew I couldn’t pull that off — we hadn’t been intimate in ages.”

Gwen shrugs and tosses her hands in the air impatiently!

“Alright! Alright!” Eve responds. “I’m gettin’ there! Frankie was generous; I had money. I ended up in Chicago and whose byline do I see in the papers? I followed Jack around a bit, and found his favorite watering hole. That’s where I met Tiffany. She couldn’t have kids. I was doing her a favor, really.”

Gwen sits back down and leans in toward Eve.

“So, we’re just a great humanitarian, are we?” she glares. “Mother Freakin Teresa!”

“Not for a freakin minute.” Eve leans in herself and meets Gwen’s eyes, glare for glare. “I had a plan for dear, sweet Jennifer and her beloved Jack. I’d pay Tiffany, and she’d tell you what an abandoning bastard Jack Devereaux really was — true enough! He’d abandoned me! I wanted your head filled with hate and vengeance. You were my time-bomb, Gwennie. I knew some day you’d explode, right in their smug Salem faces!”

“We had nothing, my Mum and me!” Gwen is shouting now. “We lived in flea bag motels! We barely ate!”

“Not my fault your faux mommy put my money up her nose!” Eve responses coldly.

“And then when she died, the money stopped,” Gwen is in tears. “I was left alone and penniless!”

“And angry!” Eve insists. “Don’t forget angry! I needed you enraged enough to go after Jack and Jennifer, no matter what. And I did keep watch. I would have never let you go completely down the drain.”

Gwen slapped her palms on the tabletop. “You USED me! You ruined my life, you miserable piece of —”

“Watch your language with your mother, little girl!” Eve says. “I made you what you are — strong, independent. A warrior! You should thank me! Besides, now that we’ve found each other, we can start over. Mother and daughter — you hate the Devereaux’s every bit as much as I do! Think of what the two of us can do together!”

“There’s no ‘two of us,’ Ms. Donovan! There’s no room beside that twisted ego of yours for anyone else. No wonder you’re alone. Jack told me you had a daughter — another daughter — who died young. She was the lucky one; she got away from you before you could do to her what you did to me! Or did you? Did you sleep with her boyfriend, Jennifer’s son, just to hurt the family further? Did you use your other daughter like you used me?”

“How DARE you talk about my Paige! You low-class trash! You’re not fit to have cleaned her toilet — with your smug face! GET OUT! You’re no daughter of mine! I never want to see you again!”

Scene change. Gwen jumps in the car. Slams the door.

Jack looks at her, opens his mouth — “Just drive!” Gwen is sobbing. “Don’t. Say. Anything.”

Jack nods and puts the car in gear.

“Wait,” Gwen gasps through her tears. “Call them all. Schedule a meeting. Jennifer, Abigail, Chad. Julie, too. And Gabi. Jake — hell, he can bring Kate if he wants to! I need to face them all. Just give me a week or two. Things I have to do.”

Jack takes out his cell. “I told you she’s the devil,” he says softly.

“Time for an exorcism,” Gwen replies and sits up a little taller.

To be continued…Part 3 The Conclusion – Sticking it to Eve!

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