Sirens blaring, lights flashing, people screaming at each other, soot landing everywhere and I can only stand there looking at her. How does this happen time and time again? Why does it seem that this vortex of craziness always surrounds her, while she just sits quietly and blinking those soulful blues eyes trying to make sense of all the chaos? What's that famous quote, "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results."
"ENOUGH" I roar and extend my hand for her to take. She looks at me completely shocked I never show emotion but I have to do something different her life can't keep going on this way.
She takes my hand as I pull her up into my arms. I hold her for a few minutes just so that she is engulfed in my comfort and I can ensure that she has survived yet another disaster. I release her from my tight hold and guide her to my ride. After she has gotten herself situated into the passenger seat I close her door and get into the driver's side.
As I drive away I hear her sigh and whisper to herself "Calgon take me away".
I simply ask "Anywhere specific you'd like to go?"
She blushes "out loud?"
I just nod and she sighs again but says, "Any, every and no-where as long as it's not here."
"Exactly what I was thinking" I let the comfort of just driving take over and try to formulate what to do next. I look over at her and she has fallen asleep, but while I was driving I notice one tear stain down her cheek. How much more can she take? How much more of the bets, ultimatums, gossips, stalkers, killers and psychos can one person take? I want to stop the insanity it is time for a change. But is that one tear stain her breaking point?
This change will have to life altering and this change will have to come from all directions. But first I have to see if she wants this change. It will not do her any good if this isn't something she wants.
I pull into my townhouse in Washington D.C. When the engine shuts off she starts to wake up. I just sit and watch her as she slowly becomes aware of her surroundings. She looks at me with a small content smile. That small smile gives be huge amounts of hope. If she is content when she sees me maybe she will want these changes.
"So where did you decide to bring us?" she asks.
"My townhouse near D.C. we are actually in Georgetown." I answer her as I get out and hold her door open for her.
"Good, I need to go the restroom." I lead her into my home and show her where the bathroom is and tell her to make herself comfortable.
I go into the kitchen and get us something to eat and drink. As I'm bringing it out into the living room she comes out of the bathroom. She grabs a sandwich and a bottle of water and gets comfortable on my couch. I follow, use the bathroom then grab a sandwich and water for myself to eat as I sit on the other side of the couch.
After we have finished with the food I look over at her as she is taking in the room greedily with her eyes. I grab her hand into mine to get her attention. When she looks at me I tell her what has been on my mind. "It's time for change, for you, for me and hopefully for us. Are you willing?" I ask her.
"Yes" She answers so quickly and quietly I am amazed at her assurance.
"What kind of change do you want? What do you want to happen?" I have to make sure she is the one deciding her own changes.
She takes a breath, keeps holding my hands while she gets up and sits back down in my lap. "Before you got there today, I knew my life can't keep going on like it is. When you said 'enough' I took that as you thought the same. And since you brought up a need for change, I realize that for there to be an 'us' there needs to be some compromises. I need training, both mentally and physically. What are you willing to change, to compromise for us?"
"You are right there needs to be a compromise on both sides. I realized on the drive down that I can't keep myself closed off to you. I can show you who I am, but only you."
"Do you mean that, only me?" she let go of my hands and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Yes, I'm ready for someday are you Babe?"
A/N: I make no dollars or cents for this, the characters all belong to Janet. Also I WILL finish Sentinel, but I am kind of stuck in a writer's hump. Yes I said hump, it's not really a block but more a transitional issue from the birthday extravaganza on to the country club job. With some help from CTBabe1202 I am working (well writing) myself out of the hump.