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Author: Court241
Title: Missing You
Part: 1/1 (?)
Rating: G
Pairing: Maksim/Melanie
Summary: What happens when the season ends?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Maks or Melanie. If I owned Maks, I wouldn’t have time to write about him. LOL
Warnings/Comments: This is a pretty innocent chapter. It started out as a one-shot, but could continue if there is enough interest.
Melanie turned expectantly at the knock on her dressing room door, a smile lighting up her features. Maks always came to her dressing room right before a performance. At that thought, her smile faded. Dancing with the Stars was over. It wouldn’t be him. She was in England and he was in the U.S. He was home, where he wanted to be-where she wanted to be.
“Five minutes, Miss Brown!”
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Flawless makeup, perfect hair, haunted expression. Melanie Brown was about to go out on stage in front of 10,000 screaming fans, when what she really wanted to do was crawl into a ball and cry. It had been weeks since the Dancing with the Stars finale. Weeks filled with tour rehearsals, performances, squeezing in time with her children. But it was times like this, when she was alone and things were quiet that reality set in. She missed him.
“Oh, Maks . . .,” she sighed, a lone tear making its way down her cheek, ruining the flawless makeup.
Melanie turned back to the mirror to repair her tear stained makeup. She had a show to do. She picked up her cell phone and quickly typed in the short message.
Taking a deep breath and one last look in the mirror, she went to join the other Spice Girls backstage for their pre-show ritual.
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Maksim sat slouched in the chair in his studio office. A small desk lamp provided the only light, creating shadows around the room. People had already begun to arrive for that evening’s workshop, but Maks was oblivious to the sounds of chattering and laughter. His long fingers absently plucked at his full lower lip. Man, he missed her.
He’d had close relationships with all his partners, but he’d never experienced such an overwhelming feeling of loss when the season ended--not even after his “relationship” with Willa had ended when he realized that she was playing him. This was different. He felt as if he were missing a part of himself.
He heard the knock on the door and was tempted to ignore it, but knew that he couldn’t. The people waiting had paid $100 each for the “privilege” of attending this workshop.
“Yeah, come in,” he mumbled, his voice sounding hoarse even to his own ears.
“Hey, Maks,” Eugene, his studio manager, said, poking his head in the door. “You about ready?”
“Sure. I’ll be down in a sec.”
With a sigh, he stood and walked around his desk. Suddenly, his phone started to beep, indicating that he had a new text message. He picked it up, and a sad smile spread across his handsome features as he read the message.
“Miss you. . .M.”
He quickly hit the “Reply” button.
“Me, too,” he typed before hitting send.