Chapter Four: Say it one last time
Title: Third time's a charmer
Pairing: Vam and others.
Rating: PG (so far)
Summary: Calling his name three times is all it took for them to be together.
Author's Notes: Its like a Beetlejuice (one of my fave moives)complex with a lil magic thrown in.
Bam had been in the Caribbean for a week and in that week, he hadn't experienced anything. No voices, no see things that weren't there and no being touched. He was finally at peace for the first time in a year. He had no worry or care here, no demos to go to, no boyfriends to break up with or the crew to tease him when he flirted with or hit on other guys and importantly no reminder of how bad he was at getting and keeping a boyfriend longer than a month from Jess and Jimmy or Dunn and Novak, even Seth and his girlfriend Holly. It was just him, the fresh air, the warm sunny days, wonderful locals, food to die for, eventful nights on the town and what he was doing right now, walking on the beach, the white sand beneath his bare feet, the ocean crashing against the shore a few feet away and the setting sun. Bam felt like he had jumped into a postcard. But, not all was peaceful with him. There was still a nagging at his heart, to share all of this with someone. Someone to hold hands with on the beach, someone to experience the locals, the food and the sun with. Someone to buy cottoncandy and win a stuffed animal for at the venders that set up every night in the streets to create a mini carnival. But there was no one to do that with Bam and it bothered him.
He came out of his fog when he heard a crack beneath his foot. Picking up his foot and seeing what it was, he saw a shell. He frowned, sitting down in the sand, with the broke in half shell between his bent legs. "I'm sorry." He apologisied for some reason to it as he picked it up and pressed the two halfs together, forming the shell to its former self. Bam sighed, "I know what it's like to be broken in half." he talked to it. "My heart is. Totally broken in half, cause I'm so lonely." he snorted rubbing his thumb over the halfs. "I'm talking to a broken shell." he said turning it over and admiring the smooth shiny underside.
"Sometimes that's all it takes." A voice said from above Bam.
Bam looked up into the face of an old man. "Who are you?" Bam asked, putting the shell in his short's pocket as he stood up.
"I'm Sam. I was just walking my dog, When I heard you talking to yourself." Sam said, pointing to the German Shepard playing in the water. "Sorry, for butting in." he added.
"Oh, it's fine." Bam smiled.
Sam smiled back at him. "Having love issues, huh?" he asked.
Bam frowned nodding his head. "I just can't seem to keep a partner more than a month." he told him. "They either say I'm too lazy when I'm not working or too immature when I'm hanging out with my friends." he didn't know why, just like with the shell, he thumbed in his pocket, that he was spilling his guts to a person he didn't even know.
Sam sighed nodding his head. "I understand that." he said looking out over the water.
"Yeah?" Bam asked surpirsed.
"I had the same probably. But then I met my wife." He said. "And we've been together for 30 years." Bam's mouth almost hit the sand.
"How did you find her?" he asked.
"I came here to this island after I got out of the service. Wanted some peace and quiet. I made this friend, god rest his soul, and he asked me why I didn't have a girl. Well, I told him that I couldn't find a girl that stay with me cause I was in the military in the states and I just kinda gave up lookin'." Sam explained, as he took a stick from his dog and throw it out in the water. "He laughed his boots off. Then got real serious like, he told me if I wanted to fix that problem, getting a girl, then I should go down to the Love of Saints and Gods church about an hour outside of town and talk to the preist there. Well, then I started laughing, I told him I wasn't any bit religious. But he told him that, the church was a cover for some kind of magic that the Island's monks do. Well, I sat and I thought about it, then decided to go and I went."
"Well, what happened?" Bam asked curious.
"I met my wife walking out of the place and 3 weeks later we were married." Sam smiled, happily.
Bam smiled hopefully. "Where is this palce again?"
"Oh, about an hour out of town in the west. You can't miss it, it's the only church outside of the town." Sam said, walking away.
"The Love of Saints and Gods church?" Bam called to him.
"Yep." Sam called back.
Bam practically bounced back to his hotel after that. "Yes, Mr. Margera. How can I help you?" The man at the front desk asked when Bam walked up.
"I need a driver to take me out of town for a little while in the morning, can you arrange that?" Bam asked. The man smiled.
"Of course, Would you like a call when he gets here?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright, I'll have one ready for you in the morning by 9 O' Clock. Does that sound good?"
"Perfect." Bam smiled, going up to his room.
*!!*!!*!!*
Bam's room phone rang at 8:56, it was the front desk telling him that his ride was outside waiting for him. He thanked them and hung up. Going down and outside, he met the driver.
"Good morning, Sir. I am Ivan." the driver said, shaking Bam's hand.
"I'm Bam, nice to meet you, Ivan." Bam replied, returning the handshake.
"Where would you like to go today?" Ivan asked.
"The Love of Saints and Gods church," Bam told him. "Do you know where that is?"
"Oh, yes. Of course." Ivan said, opening the door to the Van for Bam.
"Cool." Bam said getting in.
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After an hours drive and a lovely view of the island's open land. The car parked in front of the ancient looking church. "We are here, sir." Ivan said. Bam smiled happily.
"Thank you. I shouldn't be long." he said getting out of the car and walking up to the enternce of the church. "Well, here goes nothing." he whispered stepping in.
The church looked just as anicent in the inside than the outside. There were long wooden benches on each side, Tall stain glass windows and billions of lite candles. A man in a long black robe approached Bam.
"Can I help you, my son?" he asked.
"Um," Bam looked around. "A person I met told me to come here and ask for a preist, he didn't say which, if I was having..."
"Problems finding your soulmate." The man finished Bam's sentence.
"Yeah." Bam nodded, relieved that the man knew what he was talking about.
"Then, you've come to the right place." he said. "I am Father Simon, if you follow me this way to my office, we can speak more openly." Father Simon said leading Bam back down the way he came and into a side door that lead into his office.
"Please sit." Father Simon said motioning to a seat in front of a dark wooden desk as he closed the door. Bam sat down as Father Simon sat in his seat, behind his desk.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Brandon, but everyone calls me Bam."
Father Simon nodded, "May I see your hand?" he asked laying his own hands palm up on his desk.
Bam heistated a bit, "I mean only to read your palms." Father Simon assured him. Bam laid his hands on top of Father Simon's. The father leaned over Bam's hands, tracing a few of the lines on them, then he pulled back. "Hmm." he hummed.
"What?" Bam asked, itching to know.
"You've had a hard love life, tryng to find the right man for you to share your heart with. But..." How the hell does he know I'm gay! Bam thought.
"But what?"
"Your soulmate as already found you." Bam's eyebrows knitted together.
"Excuse me?"
"Your soulmate has already found you. I can tell you from what I've seen in your hands that he's tried to get you. But you won't allow him in."
Bam's eyes popped out. "It can't be him. I've never seen him."
Father Simon smiled, "You don't always have to see the one you're meant to be with until you are ready too. Sometimes they come to you in other ways."
"Like hearing voices and being touched when no one was there." Bam said more to himself then to the Father.
"Yes, Like that." Father Simon said setting back in his chair. "You know what you have to do to get this man, Bam. You always have. Now all you have to do is let him in. So you can be together." Bam got up and ran out of the church. He didn't stop until he was back to the car.
"Are you alright?" Ivan asked, as Bam slammed the door to the car closed.
"Yes, I'm fine. I want to go back to my hotelroom." Bam told Ivan, as he yanked on seatbelt.
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When Bam arrived back at the hotel, he went back to the beach. He needed to breathe, he couldn't believe what he heard from Father Simon. The voice that had been haunting him was an actually fvcking person.
"How the hell does that work!?" Bam yelled at the water as it washed over his feet. He dropped down to the wet sand, wrapping his arms around his legs. I don't understand." he sniffed. Finally giving in, "Tell me how this works. Make me understand, Ville." He said the name for the third and finally time.
A shadow washed over Bam and hand rested on his shoulder. Biting his lip and looking at the owner of the hand, he blushed, smiling madly turning his face away from the person. He'd never seen their face before, but he knew who it was.
"I've been waiting a long time for you, Bam." The soft voice said.
"And appearantly I've been waiting for you, Ville." Bam said looking back at the man that had been trying to get Bam to say his name for the over a week or maybe even longer than Bam knew.
Ville's hand moved from Bam's shoulder and cupped his cheek, he lightly kissed Bam. Bam melted into the kiss, he found Ville's lips warm, soft, sweet and so welcoming. It was like someone started playing Vanessa Carlton's song 'Ordinary day' in Bam's head. He giggled like a little girl, making Ville smile against his lips. Ville broke the kiss and sat next to Bam, holding his hand in his.
"I still don't understand." Bam said after a little while.
"I know you don't." Ville said, messaging Bam's hand with his. "I'll explain it in due time." Bam sighed, trusting that Ville would. He rested his head on Ville's shoulder loving the feelings he was having. The feeling of Ville sitting next to him, of Ville holding his hand, of his head resting comfortably on his shoulder and of the love that filled his heart and body. It was all so right to Bam. He hadn't realized that he had closed his eyes, until he felt Ville's hand go into his pocket and pull out the shell that he had stepped on last night. He watched Ville hold a piece in each hand then press them together. He rubbed his thumb over the seem of the break, then hold the once again whole shell back to Bam. Bam picked up his head, taking the shell.
"How did you do that?" Bam asked exaiming the shell. It was like it was never broken.
Ville smiled, kissing Bam's cheek. "Magic." he whispered.
"Magic?" Bam repeated. That was something someone told a 5 year old.
Ville nodded, "Yep."
Pairing: Vam and others.
Rating: PG (so far)
Summary: Calling his name three times is all it took for them to be together.
Author's Notes: Its like a Beetlejuice (one of my fave moives)complex with a lil magic thrown in.
Bam had been in the Caribbean for a week and in that week, he hadn't experienced anything. No voices, no see things that weren't there and no being touched. He was finally at peace for the first time in a year. He had no worry or care here, no demos to go to, no boyfriends to break up with or the crew to tease him when he flirted with or hit on other guys and importantly no reminder of how bad he was at getting and keeping a boyfriend longer than a month from Jess and Jimmy or Dunn and Novak, even Seth and his girlfriend Holly. It was just him, the fresh air, the warm sunny days, wonderful locals, food to die for, eventful nights on the town and what he was doing right now, walking on the beach, the white sand beneath his bare feet, the ocean crashing against the shore a few feet away and the setting sun. Bam felt like he had jumped into a postcard. But, not all was peaceful with him. There was still a nagging at his heart, to share all of this with someone. Someone to hold hands with on the beach, someone to experience the locals, the food and the sun with. Someone to buy cottoncandy and win a stuffed animal for at the venders that set up every night in the streets to create a mini carnival. But there was no one to do that with Bam and it bothered him.
He came out of his fog when he heard a crack beneath his foot. Picking up his foot and seeing what it was, he saw a shell. He frowned, sitting down in the sand, with the broke in half shell between his bent legs. "I'm sorry." He apologisied for some reason to it as he picked it up and pressed the two halfs together, forming the shell to its former self. Bam sighed, "I know what it's like to be broken in half." he talked to it. "My heart is. Totally broken in half, cause I'm so lonely." he snorted rubbing his thumb over the halfs. "I'm talking to a broken shell." he said turning it over and admiring the smooth shiny underside.
"Sometimes that's all it takes." A voice said from above Bam.
Bam looked up into the face of an old man. "Who are you?" Bam asked, putting the shell in his short's pocket as he stood up.
"I'm Sam. I was just walking my dog, When I heard you talking to yourself." Sam said, pointing to the German Shepard playing in the water. "Sorry, for butting in." he added.
"Oh, it's fine." Bam smiled.
Sam smiled back at him. "Having love issues, huh?" he asked.
Bam frowned nodding his head. "I just can't seem to keep a partner more than a month." he told him. "They either say I'm too lazy when I'm not working or too immature when I'm hanging out with my friends." he didn't know why, just like with the shell, he thumbed in his pocket, that he was spilling his guts to a person he didn't even know.
Sam sighed nodding his head. "I understand that." he said looking out over the water.
"Yeah?" Bam asked surpirsed.
"I had the same probably. But then I met my wife." He said. "And we've been together for 30 years." Bam's mouth almost hit the sand.
"How did you find her?" he asked.
"I came here to this island after I got out of the service. Wanted some peace and quiet. I made this friend, god rest his soul, and he asked me why I didn't have a girl. Well, I told him that I couldn't find a girl that stay with me cause I was in the military in the states and I just kinda gave up lookin'." Sam explained, as he took a stick from his dog and throw it out in the water. "He laughed his boots off. Then got real serious like, he told me if I wanted to fix that problem, getting a girl, then I should go down to the Love of Saints and Gods church about an hour outside of town and talk to the preist there. Well, then I started laughing, I told him I wasn't any bit religious. But he told him that, the church was a cover for some kind of magic that the Island's monks do. Well, I sat and I thought about it, then decided to go and I went."
"Well, what happened?" Bam asked curious.
"I met my wife walking out of the place and 3 weeks later we were married." Sam smiled, happily.
Bam smiled hopefully. "Where is this palce again?"
"Oh, about an hour out of town in the west. You can't miss it, it's the only church outside of the town." Sam said, walking away.
"The Love of Saints and Gods church?" Bam called to him.
"Yep." Sam called back.
Bam practically bounced back to his hotel after that. "Yes, Mr. Margera. How can I help you?" The man at the front desk asked when Bam walked up.
"I need a driver to take me out of town for a little while in the morning, can you arrange that?" Bam asked. The man smiled.
"Of course, Would you like a call when he gets here?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright, I'll have one ready for you in the morning by 9 O' Clock. Does that sound good?"
"Perfect." Bam smiled, going up to his room.
*!!*!!*!!*
Bam's room phone rang at 8:56, it was the front desk telling him that his ride was outside waiting for him. He thanked them and hung up. Going down and outside, he met the driver.
"Good morning, Sir. I am Ivan." the driver said, shaking Bam's hand.
"I'm Bam, nice to meet you, Ivan." Bam replied, returning the handshake.
"Where would you like to go today?" Ivan asked.
"The Love of Saints and Gods church," Bam told him. "Do you know where that is?"
"Oh, yes. Of course." Ivan said, opening the door to the Van for Bam.
"Cool." Bam said getting in.
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After an hours drive and a lovely view of the island's open land. The car parked in front of the ancient looking church. "We are here, sir." Ivan said. Bam smiled happily.
"Thank you. I shouldn't be long." he said getting out of the car and walking up to the enternce of the church. "Well, here goes nothing." he whispered stepping in.
The church looked just as anicent in the inside than the outside. There were long wooden benches on each side, Tall stain glass windows and billions of lite candles. A man in a long black robe approached Bam.
"Can I help you, my son?" he asked.
"Um," Bam looked around. "A person I met told me to come here and ask for a preist, he didn't say which, if I was having..."
"Problems finding your soulmate." The man finished Bam's sentence.
"Yeah." Bam nodded, relieved that the man knew what he was talking about.
"Then, you've come to the right place." he said. "I am Father Simon, if you follow me this way to my office, we can speak more openly." Father Simon said leading Bam back down the way he came and into a side door that lead into his office.
"Please sit." Father Simon said motioning to a seat in front of a dark wooden desk as he closed the door. Bam sat down as Father Simon sat in his seat, behind his desk.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Brandon, but everyone calls me Bam."
Father Simon nodded, "May I see your hand?" he asked laying his own hands palm up on his desk.
Bam heistated a bit, "I mean only to read your palms." Father Simon assured him. Bam laid his hands on top of Father Simon's. The father leaned over Bam's hands, tracing a few of the lines on them, then he pulled back. "Hmm." he hummed.
"What?" Bam asked, itching to know.
"You've had a hard love life, tryng to find the right man for you to share your heart with. But..." How the hell does he know I'm gay! Bam thought.
"But what?"
"Your soulmate as already found you." Bam's eyebrows knitted together.
"Excuse me?"
"Your soulmate has already found you. I can tell you from what I've seen in your hands that he's tried to get you. But you won't allow him in."
Bam's eyes popped out. "It can't be him. I've never seen him."
Father Simon smiled, "You don't always have to see the one you're meant to be with until you are ready too. Sometimes they come to you in other ways."
"Like hearing voices and being touched when no one was there." Bam said more to himself then to the Father.
"Yes, Like that." Father Simon said setting back in his chair. "You know what you have to do to get this man, Bam. You always have. Now all you have to do is let him in. So you can be together." Bam got up and ran out of the church. He didn't stop until he was back to the car.
"Are you alright?" Ivan asked, as Bam slammed the door to the car closed.
"Yes, I'm fine. I want to go back to my hotelroom." Bam told Ivan, as he yanked on seatbelt.
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When Bam arrived back at the hotel, he went back to the beach. He needed to breathe, he couldn't believe what he heard from Father Simon. The voice that had been haunting him was an actually fvcking person.
"How the hell does that work!?" Bam yelled at the water as it washed over his feet. He dropped down to the wet sand, wrapping his arms around his legs. I don't understand." he sniffed. Finally giving in, "Tell me how this works. Make me understand, Ville." He said the name for the third and finally time.
A shadow washed over Bam and hand rested on his shoulder. Biting his lip and looking at the owner of the hand, he blushed, smiling madly turning his face away from the person. He'd never seen their face before, but he knew who it was.
"I've been waiting a long time for you, Bam." The soft voice said.
"And appearantly I've been waiting for you, Ville." Bam said looking back at the man that had been trying to get Bam to say his name for the over a week or maybe even longer than Bam knew.
Ville's hand moved from Bam's shoulder and cupped his cheek, he lightly kissed Bam. Bam melted into the kiss, he found Ville's lips warm, soft, sweet and so welcoming. It was like someone started playing Vanessa Carlton's song 'Ordinary day' in Bam's head. He giggled like a little girl, making Ville smile against his lips. Ville broke the kiss and sat next to Bam, holding his hand in his.
"I still don't understand." Bam said after a little while.
"I know you don't." Ville said, messaging Bam's hand with his. "I'll explain it in due time." Bam sighed, trusting that Ville would. He rested his head on Ville's shoulder loving the feelings he was having. The feeling of Ville sitting next to him, of Ville holding his hand, of his head resting comfortably on his shoulder and of the love that filled his heart and body. It was all so right to Bam. He hadn't realized that he had closed his eyes, until he felt Ville's hand go into his pocket and pull out the shell that he had stepped on last night. He watched Ville hold a piece in each hand then press them together. He rubbed his thumb over the seem of the break, then hold the once again whole shell back to Bam. Bam picked up his head, taking the shell.
"How did you do that?" Bam asked exaiming the shell. It was like it was never broken.
Ville smiled, kissing Bam's cheek. "Magic." he whispered.
"Magic?" Bam repeated. That was something someone told a 5 year old.
Ville nodded, "Yep."