[TDS]: In The Sun IV; G
The Final Installment!
Title: In the Sun 4/4
Series: In the Sun (Yes, it will most likely have a few parts)
Pairings: Stephen/Paul, Stephen/Evie
Rating: G.
Warnings: None... Well... Angst and heartbreak. I'm on a roll!
Notes: The wonderful silentauror helped whip it into shape. It was inspired by the song In the Sun by Joseph Arthur. I have no one to blame but myself for this story. I'm not really happy with the ending but I couldn't think of another way to set it up. I know we're not supposed to say things like that prior to a person reading it but I dont' care. mwahaha!
Summary: "I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes cause when you showed me myself I became someone else...
“Oh my god, I know it was here. I placed in the desk before I went to lunch yesterday. No one can see the book. It’s too private and too personal and will ruin me if some one else sees it. I don’t want any leverage taken from me with the divor-did Evie do this?” I muttered feverishly to myself while trying to find the book and not start completely freaking out.
As I begin throwing everything else in the desk out in a vain attempt to find the book, some one throws it onto my desk. I looked up.
Amy.
I am stunned speechless and she takes this moment to tell me what’s going on, “Hey, cowboy,” she looks away a moment. “I figured I should return it to you. I borrowed it. No one else got to see it, I promise,” I exhale slowly, “except Paul.”
I start hyperventilating. The world seems to wobble and vary in brightness as everything became more surreal. The only other person that could be worse by any stretch would be Evie. Amy runs to my side as I start to wobble (perhaps it is only me all along) and slowly come closer to meeting the floor.
“How could you?” My voice is so shaky I have no idea how it could possibly mine. I don’t remember ever sounding like this. It’s not possible. Is it?
“I know Stephen; I’m so sorry. I should have done this all differently.” She finds a random paper bag as she’s telling me all this, “but I accidentally found it and I thought that Paul needed to know. He still loves you too and you both could get back together and everything will be okay again. Like they were supposed to be.”
She hands me the paper bag and instead of replying I try to breathe into the bag. She pulls out her cell phone. She doesn’t say who she’s calling but her shrill voice is telling some one to come… freak… what? I concentrate harder on the bag as the edges of my vision tinges with black. Oh fuck. I start breathing faster as I realize what’s about to happen. I’m dying. That’s got to be it. I remember talking to some one who almost died and they described this feeling. Oh Jesus.
I give up to the darkness.
What I didn’t expect, however, was looking up into Paul’s face. Is this what happens when some one dies? You get to see the face of the one person that means the most to you? But then he’s running his fingers across my face. I find my voice, “Paul?” I cringe inwardly at my voice. I sound like I’ve been gargling sand.
“Hey,” he smiles softly, “Drink this. It’ll help. You had us pretty scared. Amy’s been crying for the last hour and I swear I’ve never once seen her cry. You cracked her. Although, she deserved the punishment and she shouldn’t have taken your journal. You didn’t,” he pauses a beat, “deserve all this upset.”
I sit up slightly and allow him to bring the cool water to my lips. His strong, sure hand helping stabilize me. He only lets me take a single drink of that delicious liquid. I figure he doesn’t want me to be sick if my stomach is jumbled or something. “Thanks.”
“Do you think you’re okay to get up? I could lift you and that way you could sit in your chair and we can talk.” His smile is soft and soothing.
“Everything over there torn out so there isn’t a place to sit.” His mouth quirks into an almost smile.
“I anticipate things. I put everything away and I’m ninety-nine percent sure it’s how you’d have wanted it.” He starts to pull me off the floor and we’re almost flush against each other. God, he smells good. I just want to stay there-would that be okay? My fingers twitch as I contemplate holding him to me and never letting go. He seems to hold on longer than he needs before helping situate me in the chair.
“I want you to know that I forgive you. I understand why you had to do the things that you did. I’m also sorry about all the pain you’ve gone though. No one should have to go through that. I didn’t make it easy on you either. I let you think I hated you for a long time. But it was somewhat wounded pride and fear of how to talk to you again. I’ve never stopped loving you, but things are complicated. They’re always complicated-as I’m sure you know,” he looks down at the cuff of his frayed jacket and pulls at an errant string, “That doesn’t make the past disappear, though. We can make it work though. You just have to want to. And I won’t hold back, but you can’t, either. But you can’t just run away from the relationship when you realize things aren’t going to be easy. Things are never easy. You should know that.”
I nod as I consider everything he said, “I have to tell you that I am very sorry for how things were handled in the past. I also want you to know that I love you very much and that you are very important to me. I can’t say that I should never have left, because then I wouldn’t have my children and I’d give up everything and then some just to have my children. I do, however, wish that things had turned out differently. And all I know is that I,” I pause as it gets hard to speak. “I want to give it another chance.”
He sits there as if he’s considering a business deal which I guess I can understand. This is a very important thing to consider. We-I-screwed this up last time and it’s something that should be carefully considered. Human emotions are very important and even more fragile. I don’t want us to enter this relationship too carelessly. That wouldn’t help any of us.
“Let’s do it.” I look at him and can’t help the smile that threatens to split my face in two.
I don’t make any promises because in the end many promises end up hollow or they just cheapen the moment. So, instead, I just promise to myself that I’ll give everything and more this time. I won’t have this be some sappy eighties, love story ending.
In all reality, no one has that movie screen ending. Nothing unwraps so neatly and I think that’s best.
And I really just want to try.
Disclaimer: The television shows, movies, books, etc. in this story are not owned by me. The people and/or characters are also not owned by me. No money is being made from this venture.
Title: In the Sun 4/4
Series: In the Sun (Yes, it will most likely have a few parts)
Pairings: Stephen/Paul, Stephen/Evie
Rating: G.
Warnings: None... Well... Angst and heartbreak. I'm on a roll!
Notes: The wonderful silentauror helped whip it into shape. It was inspired by the song In the Sun by Joseph Arthur. I have no one to blame but myself for this story. I'm not really happy with the ending but I couldn't think of another way to set it up. I know we're not supposed to say things like that prior to a person reading it but I dont' care. mwahaha!
Summary: "I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes cause when you showed me myself I became someone else...
“Oh my god, I know it was here. I placed in the desk before I went to lunch yesterday. No one can see the book. It’s too private and too personal and will ruin me if some one else sees it. I don’t want any leverage taken from me with the divor-did Evie do this?” I muttered feverishly to myself while trying to find the book and not start completely freaking out.
As I begin throwing everything else in the desk out in a vain attempt to find the book, some one throws it onto my desk. I looked up.
Amy.
I am stunned speechless and she takes this moment to tell me what’s going on, “Hey, cowboy,” she looks away a moment. “I figured I should return it to you. I borrowed it. No one else got to see it, I promise,” I exhale slowly, “except Paul.”
I start hyperventilating. The world seems to wobble and vary in brightness as everything became more surreal. The only other person that could be worse by any stretch would be Evie. Amy runs to my side as I start to wobble (perhaps it is only me all along) and slowly come closer to meeting the floor.
“How could you?” My voice is so shaky I have no idea how it could possibly mine. I don’t remember ever sounding like this. It’s not possible. Is it?
“I know Stephen; I’m so sorry. I should have done this all differently.” She finds a random paper bag as she’s telling me all this, “but I accidentally found it and I thought that Paul needed to know. He still loves you too and you both could get back together and everything will be okay again. Like they were supposed to be.”
She hands me the paper bag and instead of replying I try to breathe into the bag. She pulls out her cell phone. She doesn’t say who she’s calling but her shrill voice is telling some one to come… freak… what? I concentrate harder on the bag as the edges of my vision tinges with black. Oh fuck. I start breathing faster as I realize what’s about to happen. I’m dying. That’s got to be it. I remember talking to some one who almost died and they described this feeling. Oh Jesus.
I give up to the darkness.
What I didn’t expect, however, was looking up into Paul’s face. Is this what happens when some one dies? You get to see the face of the one person that means the most to you? But then he’s running his fingers across my face. I find my voice, “Paul?” I cringe inwardly at my voice. I sound like I’ve been gargling sand.
“Hey,” he smiles softly, “Drink this. It’ll help. You had us pretty scared. Amy’s been crying for the last hour and I swear I’ve never once seen her cry. You cracked her. Although, she deserved the punishment and she shouldn’t have taken your journal. You didn’t,” he pauses a beat, “deserve all this upset.”
I sit up slightly and allow him to bring the cool water to my lips. His strong, sure hand helping stabilize me. He only lets me take a single drink of that delicious liquid. I figure he doesn’t want me to be sick if my stomach is jumbled or something. “Thanks.”
“Do you think you’re okay to get up? I could lift you and that way you could sit in your chair and we can talk.” His smile is soft and soothing.
“Everything over there torn out so there isn’t a place to sit.” His mouth quirks into an almost smile.
“I anticipate things. I put everything away and I’m ninety-nine percent sure it’s how you’d have wanted it.” He starts to pull me off the floor and we’re almost flush against each other. God, he smells good. I just want to stay there-would that be okay? My fingers twitch as I contemplate holding him to me and never letting go. He seems to hold on longer than he needs before helping situate me in the chair.
“I want you to know that I forgive you. I understand why you had to do the things that you did. I’m also sorry about all the pain you’ve gone though. No one should have to go through that. I didn’t make it easy on you either. I let you think I hated you for a long time. But it was somewhat wounded pride and fear of how to talk to you again. I’ve never stopped loving you, but things are complicated. They’re always complicated-as I’m sure you know,” he looks down at the cuff of his frayed jacket and pulls at an errant string, “That doesn’t make the past disappear, though. We can make it work though. You just have to want to. And I won’t hold back, but you can’t, either. But you can’t just run away from the relationship when you realize things aren’t going to be easy. Things are never easy. You should know that.”
I nod as I consider everything he said, “I have to tell you that I am very sorry for how things were handled in the past. I also want you to know that I love you very much and that you are very important to me. I can’t say that I should never have left, because then I wouldn’t have my children and I’d give up everything and then some just to have my children. I do, however, wish that things had turned out differently. And all I know is that I,” I pause as it gets hard to speak. “I want to give it another chance.”
He sits there as if he’s considering a business deal which I guess I can understand. This is a very important thing to consider. We-I-screwed this up last time and it’s something that should be carefully considered. Human emotions are very important and even more fragile. I don’t want us to enter this relationship too carelessly. That wouldn’t help any of us.
“Let’s do it.” I look at him and can’t help the smile that threatens to split my face in two.
I don’t make any promises because in the end many promises end up hollow or they just cheapen the moment. So, instead, I just promise to myself that I’ll give everything and more this time. I won’t have this be some sappy eighties, love story ending.
In all reality, no one has that movie screen ending. Nothing unwraps so neatly and I think that’s best.
And I really just want to try.
Disclaimer: The television shows, movies, books, etc. in this story are not owned by me. The people and/or characters are also not owned by me. No money is being made from this venture.