-First off, I own NOTHING of the Indy world (Indy, Willie, Brody ect.), and George Lusas, Lucasfilm, and Steven Speilberg own everything I make NO money off of this. I simply enjoy thier work. However, Alexandria Joan Paris, Sean Fields, and Alex's family are mine. Copy, and die. May God have mercy on you. LOL! Just don't steal ok? I'm sure you can write your own OC characters. -
-Comment please, but no flaming. I do have Christian veiws and they are expressed, so be forewarned. Hey, maybe you'll like it. :)
Wait for me
Chapter one: the Dream
In a crowed church all-purpose room in New Jersey, 1941 attendees stood in a loose circle. They were getting ready to pray for the young men who were going off to war. The air was mixed with feeling of both indecision, and optimism. They spoke among themselves, and nibbled on the various refreshments laid out. Most were too anxious to eat very much.
A short while later, their middle aged pastor gathered everyone's attention; he was a tall dignified man, older than he looked with wisdom even beyond them.
The pastor motioned to Alexandria to start off the prayer. Alexandria was a greatly respected member of her church. She nodded her head now though as if it was weighed down by sandbags. In spite of her mood, she gracefully gestured for everyone to hold hands, and bow their heads in prayer.
Then, with an ease surprising to her she began, "Lord Jesus, we just praise and adore You. We thank you for bringing us together. Our solemn prayer tonight Lord is that You will give your angels charge over these soldiers, lovers of Your will, these courageous men…" she paused then a moment, and looked to her left, to the man younger than herself. To he who held a special place in her soul, a rare place, which she was beginning to loose control of. No man had gotten that close to it before. His head was bowed reverently, his blond hair falling across the sides of his handsome face. Then suddenly realizing her pause, closed her eyes again and turned her head towards the floor, and continued, "…and the women who are so devoted to this country, and all it stands for. Speak to them Holy Spirit. Let them truly know Your still, small voice, in the midst of so many others. Keep them from harm, and enable them to what is required of them. Father, we absolutely praise You for what You have done, for what you are doing, and will continue to do, in Your precious name, Amen." Everyone in attendance repeated "amen" and released each other's hands.
As the circle thinned, Alex looked back over to the man that had been an enduring friend to her since she was eighteen. He caught her glance and flashed an impish yet strangely innocent grin. At this he strode over to her.
"That was a wonderful prayer Alex", he said as he took her up in an embrace. He held her only for a moment, and then kept his grip on her, at arms length. Her emotions swelled as she gazed at him. She flashed her best smile despite her growing sadness, but tears threatened to flow in her telling brown eyes. To relieve herself she dropped her gaze to the floor. She took in a deep breath to collect herself. "Is that a tear coming in your eye Alex?" he asked with warm concern. She then glanced up at the ceiling, and took a shaky breath.
"Yeah," she answered with a sad chuckle. "I'll miss you Sean." she said simply. AS soon as the words left her mouth, Sean wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and turned her face to his. His gesture no longer just brotherly, it became affectionate.
"Well, I'll miss you too. My nifty Aussie poet," he said half-mockingly. She then laughed harder then before in her state, than she thought she could, clear and loud. She then reached up and squeezed his arms firmly. AS she did this, he released his hold quickly, as if suddenly unsure of himself.
Suddenly, Alex heard a man's voice call her name. As she turned away from Sean to answer the voice, she saw Sean reach for her arm and miss. Alex then saw all color in the room fade, and all sound echoed hauntingly in her ears. Confused, she looked around the room, and the scene began to change even more. The church members disappeared. The walls grew tall and became two large buildings, rough and worn over time. The lights went out, and left her in darkness. She suddenly became aware that she was outside, as the cold air brushed her skin. The ceiling disappeared and turned into a dark night sky, with only tiny stars providing light. She smelled a hint of smoke in the air. She realized then that she now stood on a dirt road.
Her head spun to look around, and she found Sean standing at the building across from where she stood. He was dressed in his military uniform, and looked disheveled from much travel. He motioned to her, and she came. She came to him until he gestured for her to stop. His men looked surprisingly pleased to see her. She soon found out why.
Sean thought her fluency in German, and knowledge of espionage to be of great value to them. He suggested that she spy for them. Alex sharply refused this idea with harsh words. A deafening explosion suddenly shattered their argument. The blast threw Alex to the ground. The smell of smoke, gunpowder and burning flesh filled her senses. Sharp pain now shot threw her left arm. She heard animal like cries come from Sean's men, as they struggled to return fire. As she looked about her, she observed that two of Sean's men had now perished, killed by the blast. The men returned fire viciously, fueled by their anger and grief until the final enemy was located and shot down.
Alex then struggled to stand, but with determination she did, despite her injured arm. Sean saw her, and strode over to look at it. His face seemed distant and hurt to her eyes, full of grief and shame. As if he had caused all this. He looked behind her then, at something that had caught his eye. Alex tried to turn her head and look as well, and when Sean wouldn't permit her, she knew what he saw must be terrible. Instead he simply touched the side of her face tenderly. His warm touch sent eerie shivers down her spine and around the base of her skull. She leaned her face into his slim fingers, and her chest ached. He then looked her deeply in her eyes, and fingered a brown curl of her hair. His green eyes seemed to burn into her.
"I'm sorry," were the only words he said, but they echoed in her ears. He then sighed and swung out in front of her. Instantly, reality hit her, like a slap in the face. A sniper's bullet tore through the base of his head. The blast pushed him into her, his blood splattering on her dress. Alex cried out in terror, and turned her head away from the sight. She covered her face with her hands, and began to weep hysterically. The world around her blurred and faded, and her eyes opened. She saw a ceiling above her. She soon realized she was in her bedroom. It was just a dream. Despite knowing this, Alex's brow was drenched in sweat, and her body began to shake. She felt as if the dark of night was closing in around her, trapping her. She sat up in her bed, climbed into her chair, sitting beside her, and drew her knees to her chest. She placed her head on her knees, and began to do the only thing that would calm her soul. Pray. When she looked for the words to pray, they all faded away. So she prayed in her heavenly language, ancient wisdom beyond the words of men. As she did this, she began to weep, but her weeping did not go unheard for long.
With a start, Alex's friend, Willie woke with a start. She wasn't sure why she awoke this way, but she pushed the cotton blankets off of herself, and headed out the guest bedroom.
Willie had arrived earlier that day, to help Alexandria write new music for her seventh album. Alex's music was prized by the local gospel churches, and even some nightclubs around Christmastime. They seemed to love her simple song lyrics, and the truthful power behind them. Willie had to admit that her friend was no songbird, and her voice was an acquired taste. It was raw, powerful, and unique to say the least.
She walked from the carpet of her room to the hardwood floors of the hallway and listened for anything significant. She silently offered a prayer for guidance. Willie had walked nearly to the stairs when she heard the faint sound of crying coming from the direction of Alex's bedroom.
"Jeepers, Lord! What in the world happened to Alex?" Willie thought aloud as she walked over to Alex's bedroom. She was about to knock on the door, but hesitated. She should just walk in since she was unaware of what Alex's reaction would be to her. She'd rather her be surprised than, be locked out. She reached out for the door handle and opened the door slowly. She then saw Alex faintly in the little light that steamed in from her bedroom window. She sat with her knees to her chest, in her prayer chair. Willie then turned on the light switch. Alex then glanced up at her but said nothing. Willie spoke first.
"What happened, Alex?" Willie asked obviously concerned. Alex laughed weakly and wiped the tears from her eyes. Her cheeks already soaked from them.
"I had a terrible dream about Sean," she answered, her voice distant.
"Oh, yes Sean." Willie said with much emphasis on the name "Sean". She sat down on Alex's bed. Reaching over she took Alex's hands in hers.
"What do you mean by that?" Alex asked, not in a mood for games, or teasing.
"Oh, Alex." Willie said meeting Alex's gaze, "I know what he means to you sweetheart.
You've known him since you were eighteen, for heaven sakes. You taught him about God, languages, music, culture, and a bunch of other things…" Willie's voice trailed off, as she realized she was rambling. She shook her head and started speaking again. "I'm sorry; now tell me about your dream."
Alex took a deep breath then, and began telling the dream. Willie was shocked at the content of the dream. Alex described it vividly through her tears. When she finished, Willie squeezed Alex's large yet finely formed hands. Compassion spread throughout her, and she realized something. Something she could say yet.
"We need to pray," Alex said seriously, stealing Willie's thought right out of her head. Willie laughed. "Well, did you think anything different?" Alex asked tilting her head to the side, in a mock challenge. Willie shook her head, and moved to sit on the armrest of Alex's chair. They then began to pray together in their heavenly languages, and they felt the reassurance they need come upon them. They knew then not to let themselves be troubled. Whatever happened in the future, Sean was in the arms of God. After Willie left, Alex fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
She awoke the next morning to the rain pitter-pattering on her window sill. Despite the rain, she looked out her window to see the sun shining. A smile came to her lips and she pushed the blue cotton covers off herself. The dread she had felt over Sean's well-being was gone. Sean Let God led and instructs him more than any man she knew, besides her father. "My father," Alex thought with admiration. She got up and started downstairs.
Her father, Michael had come to the Lord by her mother, Michelle's influence. She befriended him as she worked at a soda shop her Aunt owned. Alex's father always said that is was love, when she first greeting with a cheery "G'day Mister! How may I help you?" in her Aussie accent. He ordered a root beer float, and they made light conversation. The both shared stories about their native countries, and laughed together without a hint of wrongdoing. He soon became fascinated with her. For some reason, even with all this traveling and miles under his belt, she because the most enthralling thing he'd ever come across. The cheerful, expectant way she spoke about life. Her bubbling laughter. The way her hair fell around her shoulders. Her graceful smile.
He was clever in pursuing her. He frequented the soda shop she worked at, stopping there on his breaks from work. He didn't overwhelm her with visits, but made it clear that he enjoyed the place. He observed and spoke to her often, yet never smothered her. Michelle was also clever by keeping him asking questions, and keeping a sense of mystery about herself. One cold New Jersey morning, he made his true intentions known. He desired to court her. Shocked by his request, Michelle resisted his advance. She believed it was unsuitable for a woman of faith like she, to court someone who did not share in her Christian beliefs. He, while disappointed, respected her wishes, and didn't attempt to call on her. He just happened to stumble upon places where Michelle was from time to time. Michelle couldn't deny that something about him haunted her. She soon found herself spending much time praying for him. She longed for him to know the love she had found in Christ, even if they couldn't be together. Yet through his confusing, and at times upsetting behavior she remained a loyal friend to him.
Some time later due to her influence and prayers, Michael turned his heart to God. Michelle expressed to her parents how overjoyed she was, but they grew uneasy about him. Why would a man eighteen years older than Michelle be interested in her? Why was she suddenly so interested in him? Their worries faded as they sought God's will as a family in the situation, and monitored Michael's growing faith and integrity. He was always a reasonable man; he just hadn't known the Lord until then. They saw a sincere change in him, and finally allowed them to pursue a courtship.
They were married a year after in a small white chapel, in front of a small gathering of family and friends in the New Jersey countryside. Alex's parents had described the ceremony as cheerful, yet solemn in the view that they were now committed to holding a marriage together. White flowers were hung from the balcony and hung from the pews. The sun shone pleasantly through the stained glass windows, filling the chapel with brilliant colors. Her mother dressed in a white wedding dress, testifying of the purity of her heart, and body.
The description of what they shared filled Alex's heart with a familiar hunger and eagerness about her wedding day. She could scarcely wait until the day came, where she would realize that she was head-over-heels for a man. Sharing the deep parts of herself with her soul mate. The spiritual, emotion, and dare she think it, the physical as well. There must have been a reason for a whole book of the Bible about the subject. The thoughts lingered in her mind as she reached the bottom of the stairs, and entered the living room. The room was had simple sofas, a coffee table, a small book self, and a brick fireplace. The mantle of it however was made of stone, and was always admired by guests in their home, as it was intricately carved.
She found her Siberian husky, Dakota lying down at the foot of the fireplace. His coat was an odd snow white and his eyes were as blue as sapphires. He lifted his wolf like head as he saw her, and wagged his tail excitedly.
"Come," Alex instructed, and the dog ran to her feet, and sat beside her. She bent down and spoke lovingly to him, and stroked his soft head. He continued to wag his tail, and licked her hands in response. "Ready to go out?" Alex asked. He barked back at her nervously, as if he was tied to an invisible lead, holding him back. He wouldn't move until told. "All right, here we go," she said gesturing towards the door, his signal to follow her. She walked out into the early morning air with him, and when he was finished she walked back inside. She made her way to the kitchen from there. She has just sat down with her cup of coffee when Willie came down the stairs and entered the kitchen, obviously in need of coffee. The open blinds were slowly filling the house with the early morning light. Willie poured the dark liquid into her up and sat down across from Alex.
"How are you doing Sweetheart?" Willie asked. Alex was just about to reply when Willie took a sip of her coffee. She grimaced at the taste, and her head jumped back a little. Alex laughed energetically.
"I'm fine, but it seems like you need some help." Alex said as she tried to quiet her laughter.
"It's the coffee!" Willie exclaimed with a whine in her voice.
"I guessed so."
"I bet you did! What did you do to it?!" Willie asked still in shock by the coffee's taste.
"It's Arabic coffee. It's supposed to be bitter tasting. It's meant to revive those who are faint,"
Alex explained in her best storyteller voice. "It was sent to me by a man my father knows."
"Well, it's more like torture to me. You beginning to be worse than my old boyfriend, Henry."
Alex then looked at Willie, a bit confused by her comment. She didn't understand why Willie would compare her to an old flame. "I'm sorry Alex. I can manage; I just need sugar," she decided, "Lots of sugar." Alex laughed and then Willie retrieved some sugar. They then finished up fixing breakfast for the family and made themselves ready for the day's errands.
-Indy IS coming I promise! He's in chapter two, so look for that. He will be a more major player later. Please comment. : God bless!