fic: i'm not the waiting type but i'll wait for you (aogg, jem/faith)
Title: I'm not the waiting type but I'll wait for you
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way, shape, or form.
Fandom/Characters: Anne of Green Gables, Jem/Faith
Word Count: 495
Requested By: myr_soleil
Despite his lack of years -- or perhaps because of them -- there were certain things that Jem Blythe regarded with as much certainty as he did the rising and setting of the sun. He would follow in his father's footsteps and become a doctor. Every spring it was his responsibility to take Mother the first of the Mayflowers. His brother Walter would always be his best friend. His youngest sister Rilla would always be a baby, meant for teasing and pampering and nothing else.
And someday, when the time was right, Jem Blythe would marry Faith Meredith.
Jem wasn't sure of when in his life that decision had been made. He couldn't pinpoint a date or a time or a place. It just simply was, and Jem didn't worry about the particulars.
Or at least Jem didn't worry until the war came. Then he worried a great deal.
There was never any question of his not going. Jem was a loyal son of the British Empire, and if that meant carrying a gun 'some place in France' he would do it willingly. But if he was not yet a man with a man's concerns, he was no longer a boy either, and his medical training had taught him enough to fear the great unknown that is death.
Jem feared never again seeing the proud look on his father's face, or his mother's kiss. He feared never being one with his siblings again. And he feared never getting the chance to marry Faith, of telling the world that he was hers and she was his. Jem feared that greatly.
So though it was not something that Jem thought would happen for years, he resolved that before he left for France, he would ask Faith Meredith to be his wife.
There was never any doubt in his mind that she would say yes.
Two nights before his train was to take him away from all that he held dear, Jem took Faith to Rainbow Valley. They wandered hand in hand through the falling dusk, and in the stillness of the night, Jem was almost certain he could see ghosts of their younger selves peering at them from behind the trees that had grown up alongside them. He paused at the banks of the brook, at the spot of a long ago prophetic picnic, and knelt at Faith's feet.
He asked her with a look and she answered with a smile, but still Jem needed the words to carry with him.
"Will you?" asked he.
It was with a boy's heart that he asked his question. It was with a man's that he waited for the answer of the woman that he loved.
"I will," said she.
Faith drew him to his feet, and Jem's arms went around her in a tight embrace. He kissed her brow and her cheek and finally her lips, committing each and every kiss to his memory. He never wanted to forget.
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way, shape, or form.
Fandom/Characters: Anne of Green Gables, Jem/Faith
Word Count: 495
Requested By: myr_soleil
Despite his lack of years -- or perhaps because of them -- there were certain things that Jem Blythe regarded with as much certainty as he did the rising and setting of the sun. He would follow in his father's footsteps and become a doctor. Every spring it was his responsibility to take Mother the first of the Mayflowers. His brother Walter would always be his best friend. His youngest sister Rilla would always be a baby, meant for teasing and pampering and nothing else.
And someday, when the time was right, Jem Blythe would marry Faith Meredith.
Jem wasn't sure of when in his life that decision had been made. He couldn't pinpoint a date or a time or a place. It just simply was, and Jem didn't worry about the particulars.
Or at least Jem didn't worry until the war came. Then he worried a great deal.
There was never any question of his not going. Jem was a loyal son of the British Empire, and if that meant carrying a gun 'some place in France' he would do it willingly. But if he was not yet a man with a man's concerns, he was no longer a boy either, and his medical training had taught him enough to fear the great unknown that is death.
Jem feared never again seeing the proud look on his father's face, or his mother's kiss. He feared never being one with his siblings again. And he feared never getting the chance to marry Faith, of telling the world that he was hers and she was his. Jem feared that greatly.
So though it was not something that Jem thought would happen for years, he resolved that before he left for France, he would ask Faith Meredith to be his wife.
There was never any doubt in his mind that she would say yes.
Two nights before his train was to take him away from all that he held dear, Jem took Faith to Rainbow Valley. They wandered hand in hand through the falling dusk, and in the stillness of the night, Jem was almost certain he could see ghosts of their younger selves peering at them from behind the trees that had grown up alongside them. He paused at the banks of the brook, at the spot of a long ago prophetic picnic, and knelt at Faith's feet.
He asked her with a look and she answered with a smile, but still Jem needed the words to carry with him.
"Will you?" asked he.
It was with a boy's heart that he asked his question. It was with a man's that he waited for the answer of the woman that he loved.
"I will," said she.
Faith drew him to his feet, and Jem's arms went around her in a tight embrace. He kissed her brow and her cheek and finally her lips, committing each and every kiss to his memory. He never wanted to forget.