Title: Wherever You Will Go: An Intermission
Chapter: Piece 1
Fandom: The Tribe
Author: PinkTribeChick
Summary: The space between . . .
Extended Summary: An intermediate, bridging piece of sorts between Tribe 3: Wondewall, and the sequel for it that I never wrote entitled Tribe 4: Galapagos. Each section is set up sort of like a journal entry written by a different character.

Rating: Teen
Pairing: Zandra/Ryan and Jack/OC
Author's Notes: Massive thanks to Brett The Mole and Ariannya for their thoughts and proofreading on various sections over the years, especially Brett, because he kept bugging me to continue and complete Wonderwall in the first place.

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Disclaimer: All characters, situations, and song lyrics remain the property of their respective owners. Any original characters are sole property of me, PinkTribeChick.


Wherever You Will Go: An Intermission

Piece 1

"So lately, been wondering . . . who will be there to take my place . . . when I'm gone you'll need love to light the shadows on your face . . . if a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all . . . then between the sand and stone, could you make it on your own . . . if I could, then I would . . . I'll go wherever you will go . . . way up high, or down low . . . I'll go wherever you will go . . ."

~The Calling~


7/16

4:30am

Alright . . . so I can't sleep again. I'm used to it by now. Atleast I think I am. I just wish I could clear my mind of all these thoughts. The clinic celebration was almost two months ago. He and I ended two months ago. And here I am, still thinking nonstop about him. When I really should be over it now. But how do you get over these kinds of feelings? How do you get over just knowing something is right? Is there a switch inside my brain that I have to wait for someone to turn off once they think I've been tortured long enough? Because I don't know how much of this torture I can take.

Just seeing him is torture enough . . . but I have to see him everyday . . . and with her, no less. Will someone please just shoot me and put me out of my misery already? I mean, I can't even think of anything to say to him anymore. What do I say? There's nothing to say when you share something that incredible with someone. When you have a bond with someone that is so strong that words aren't needed. In which case - shouldn't he be able to tell how I'm feeling then? Maybe he can tell, and he just doesn't feel the same way anymore . . . no . . . I refuse to give up hope. We will be together someday. Probably when we're old and decrepit, but hey, it's something worth hoping and living for . . .

Oh who am I kidding?!

I'm miserable and I know it! But I'm a grown woman, married to someone else, with a child of my own. I have no choice but to keep going. Even if with each passing day I feel like I'm sinking farther and farther into this big black mud hole.

I'm going to try to go to sleep now, even though Lex is snoring like a buzz saw. More later . . .

Zandra


That's it for now! Please review – I'm anxious to hear your thoughts! And thanks for reading!