Jo Grant - Coldplay - Track 1: Politik
In confusion, confidence
Give me piece of mind and trust
Don't forget the rest of us
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Wounds that heal and cracks that fix
Jo sat at the edge of the camp. She was far enough away that anyone who wanted to talk to her would have to go out of their way to do so, but close enough that she was still safe. She had a lump in her throat, but didn't cry. Everything that had happened was her fault and if she could just find a way out of here she would swallow her pride, go home and admit she had been wrong.
The days out here had begun to show a routine, so Jo wasn't that sorry she had interrupted it. It was the way she had that was the problem.
This morning she had been tired and hadn't woken when Cliff got up. When he roused her there was hardly any time to get dressed, eat breakfast and be ready, so she had rushed through it all. It was not a surprise that she had tripped, covered Cliff in her coffee and pushed him onto the fire. He wasn't hurt, but he had pushed her away when she apologised and tried to make sure he was alright.
Things had been tense after that and it seemed nothing had gone right. Cliff didn't have an important instrument with him, as she'd taken it out last night to learn more about it and had forgotten to put it back. Then she'd fallen in a swamp and had to be taken back to the camp to wash and change her clothes.
Those two trips had meant they hadn't got very far and the day had ended with Cliff remonstrating with her for their lack of progress so far. He was regretting asking her to come to the Amazon with him, she knew. And because he'd married her too, it meant he was stuck with her. She intended to stay as far away from him as possible, at least for tonight.
She sighed, as she heard footsteps approaching, but didn't move.
"I brought your dinner."
She shook her head. She was surprised that it was Cliff, but he was probably just doing it out of duty.
He sat down next to her. "You should eat."
"I'm not hungry." She just kept looking in front of her and not at him at all.
"Jo, I didn't mean those things I said. I'm sorry."
Slowly, she turned to him, and he held the bowl of stew out to her. It smelt good, but she'd never get it past that lump in her throat. "I'll leave in the morning. I'll go home and you'll never have to see me again."
"Jo." He tilted her chin up with his hand, so she had to look at him. "If you did that, I'd have to follow you."
She shook her head and tried to move back, but he moved his hand to her cheek, to stroke at it, which she wasn't expecting.
"I think I got out on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I didn't mean to blame everything on you; it's not your fault."
She hesitated. "You really don't want me to leave?" She still wasn't quite sure whether to believe him.
"I don't want you to leave me. Not ever." He smiled at her. "You make my life interesting."
She gave a tentative smile at that, and he leaned forward and kissed her, which eased the ache in her heart.
"Now will you eat?" He held the bowl out again.
She smiled at him, properly this time, and took it, confidence in herself restored once more.
Give me piece of mind and trust
Don't forget the rest of us
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Wounds that heal and cracks that fix
Jo sat at the edge of the camp. She was far enough away that anyone who wanted to talk to her would have to go out of their way to do so, but close enough that she was still safe. She had a lump in her throat, but didn't cry. Everything that had happened was her fault and if she could just find a way out of here she would swallow her pride, go home and admit she had been wrong.
The days out here had begun to show a routine, so Jo wasn't that sorry she had interrupted it. It was the way she had that was the problem.
This morning she had been tired and hadn't woken when Cliff got up. When he roused her there was hardly any time to get dressed, eat breakfast and be ready, so she had rushed through it all. It was not a surprise that she had tripped, covered Cliff in her coffee and pushed him onto the fire. He wasn't hurt, but he had pushed her away when she apologised and tried to make sure he was alright.
Things had been tense after that and it seemed nothing had gone right. Cliff didn't have an important instrument with him, as she'd taken it out last night to learn more about it and had forgotten to put it back. Then she'd fallen in a swamp and had to be taken back to the camp to wash and change her clothes.
Those two trips had meant they hadn't got very far and the day had ended with Cliff remonstrating with her for their lack of progress so far. He was regretting asking her to come to the Amazon with him, she knew. And because he'd married her too, it meant he was stuck with her. She intended to stay as far away from him as possible, at least for tonight.
She sighed, as she heard footsteps approaching, but didn't move.
"I brought your dinner."
She shook her head. She was surprised that it was Cliff, but he was probably just doing it out of duty.
He sat down next to her. "You should eat."
"I'm not hungry." She just kept looking in front of her and not at him at all.
"Jo, I didn't mean those things I said. I'm sorry."
Slowly, she turned to him, and he held the bowl of stew out to her. It smelt good, but she'd never get it past that lump in her throat. "I'll leave in the morning. I'll go home and you'll never have to see me again."
"Jo." He tilted her chin up with his hand, so she had to look at him. "If you did that, I'd have to follow you."
She shook her head and tried to move back, but he moved his hand to her cheek, to stroke at it, which she wasn't expecting.
"I think I got out on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I didn't mean to blame everything on you; it's not your fault."
She hesitated. "You really don't want me to leave?" She still wasn't quite sure whether to believe him.
"I don't want you to leave me. Not ever." He smiled at her. "You make my life interesting."
She gave a tentative smile at that, and he leaned forward and kissed her, which eased the ache in her heart.
"Now will you eat?" He held the bowl out again.
She smiled at him, properly this time, and took it, confidence in herself restored once more.