Fic: The Color of Your Eyes (1?)

Author: Gardenia1786 (Chloe)

Rating: PG, PG-13, I don't know, you decide.

Feedback: Of course! Pleeeeaaaasssseeeee? constructive criticism is always welcomed/appreciated!

Disclaimer: Don't own them, but I sure wish I did! Such amazing characters.

Summary: Jessie and Katie see each other after many years of separation. Jessie's POV

A/N: For the kiss I describe here, picture Tori and Polly's last kiss from Lost and Delirious.

Un-beta'd

The woman stood the distance of the hotel lobby from me. She was tall and slim, long dirty blond hair falling right above her shoulder blades. She was tan, very tan. But it wasn't the type of tan one could acquire at the beach, no, this was the real thing. It was her skin tone. Olive, almost.

But her eyes... her eyes where what captured... captivated me. Green - but blue as well. Like the Mediterranean ocean on a calm day. The kind of eyes that look like they could change color with her emotion.

I knew they would, because they always had.

How did I know? Because I knew her. I hadn't seen her in over ten years, but I knew her. I would always know her.

I closed my eyes and conjured up the images in my head, of the last time we were together.

She had to leave for college, across the country. That's understandable. But we called our relationship quits. We both still loved each other very much, but long distance relationships were so hard, and we both knew that. Secretly in my heart, I knew she was the only one for me, and she always would be. But now I had to let her go, hoping that someday, somehow, we would be together again.

Katie was 18 -almost 19, and I had just turned 17. It was the night before she had to leave...

She was spending the night. I wasn't ready to let her go. We sat on the edge of my bed, and held onto each other, praying that morning would never come.

"I don't want you to leave."

"I know, but I have to."

I tightened my grip on her. But no matter how tight I held onto her, she was slipping away from me. Each second with her, once it passed, could never be taken back. They were numbered, and the numbers were quickly running out. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. My dear sweet Katie was leaving me tomorrow, going half way across the country, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

That night we made love. It was perfect... amazing. Magical. We each showed how much we loved the other. She was my first... I was hers too. The next morning, we held each other tight, willing... begging the sun not to rise. We hadn't slept all night, we had stayed up talking and memorizing every feature of the other girl.

The alarm went off at 8:00am sharp. I winced at the sound. I don't think I'd ever hated it more, nor would I ever. She quickly rose and got dressed. I laid there with the blankets covering myself, watching her. After she dressed, she walked over and sat on the bed beside me. I felt the tears rising. This was goodbye. She brushed her hand on my cheek and touched her forhead to mine as I looked in her eyes.

"Jessie, I will never ever ever ever love anyone like I've loved you. Ever ever. Always remember that."

"I will. I... I love you too."

She leaned down and kissed me, hungrily, passionately... desperately. She pulled back, but I tried to move with her. I reached as far as I could before I pulled back. I saw the tears in her eyes, the sadness.

"Goodbye, Jessie Sammler."

"Goodbye, Katie."

And she left. That was the last time I saw her.

I'd never forget her eyes... amid the tears they were teal - almost gray. So many emotions, her eyes were like a book to me. I could read them, tell exactly what she was thinking, feeling... everything. But I had never seen this before. Out of the 2 years we spent together, I had seen her eyes turn many different shades of blue and green... but I had never seen this color before. It was the color of sadness, loss, maybe even a little regret.

I opened my eyes again, and easily spotted her waiting for the elevator. I could always find her. If my hands were tied behind my back, if I were blindfolded, and in a dark room, I would still be able to find her. Because I could feel her. We shared a special bond, that even through the years, had survived.

I began to walk closer to her, but every fall of my foot that brought me closer to her brought doubt as well.

I had looked her up... found out where she was staying. She didn't know I was coming.

Did she even want to see me again? I didn't know. Fear gripped me inside, causing me to stop. I wasn't more than twenty feet from her, but I couldn't move. I just stood there and stared at her. I saw the back of her head move, looking in both directions, as if she had heard someone call her name. I knew at that moment, that she had felt me... or at least that familiar feeling that we shared when we were around each other. She stiffened, and turned around.

She stared right at me, recognition shown in her eyes and they widened with shock.

TBC...