I'll Always Come Back for You

A/N: This is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I am obssessed with Dance Acadmey and this perfect couple of Tara and Christian. For one he is a sexy $$ guy. MY GOD! I would so love to see them stay together till the end of season 3. Here is a story that I hope you all like. Enjoy!

PS: This will be from Tara's POV the enire time, unless I decide to change my mind.

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I can't deny that I loved Christian. His smile, how he was always there for me when no one else was. He made me feel different from anyone else. His love and affection made me a better dancer. I was always at my best when he was my partner. I felt that if he was forever my partner that I was invincible, that no one could touch me.

He was that certain special one that every person has in their life. I can remember my first time at the National Acadmey of Dance. I walked straight into the boys changing room and he came in while I was in my pathetic white cotton bra. I can still hear him calling me training bra. I smiled at the thought of my stupid nickname, but it was worth it. He became my partner for the next 3 years at the acadmey. We went through everything together.

My favorite memory was of us when he had picked me up from that stupid party and taken me on a walk in the moonlight. We just walked and talked about anything and everything. He raced me to the end of the park and just as we lined up I said "Ready, Set-" and then I took off, leaving him dazed and a little confused. All of a sudden I hear him shout "Cheater!" I just laughed and kept on running. Of course he would have to have those lean and muscular legs and still beat me even though I had that head start. Thats not even my favorite part. At the end, we danced at the end of the park. In those few minutes, I finally realized that he loved me and that I knew I could love him forever.

After we graduated, it all fell apart. We both applied to different companies and got the positions we wanted. I became the principle ballerina for the National Ballet Association and he became a dancer for the Berlin Ballet Company in Europe. We both left and went our seperate ways. We went touring with our companies all over the world. Occassionally, I would see the advertisement for the other company's performance and think "Does he ever miss me?" He always looked so happy when dancing. It was a passion that the other of us shared.

I spent the next 4 years of my dancing career at night, crying myself to sleep because I missed him so much. He was my everything. I would curl into bed and secretly pray that he would come back for me or send me a letter or call. Something. Nothing came for me. I waited nine years to hear from him, but I guess he found someone better to dance with than me. I missed the feeling of him and his cinnamon scent. It reminded me of home and how much I really missed it.

I completely shut down and focused on my dancing for a while. For about a year, dancing was my main focus. I never let anyone or anything distract me. Now that I'm almost 23, it feels like its been forever since i'd seen him, but on the bright side, the company was taking a break and letting all the company members return home for the hoidays. When I got back to my hometown, I found everything had looked the same. I went back the apartment complex that the company had bought for me a little while ago. I checked my mail box. Inside was a red envelope with my name written in script form and a box was sitting on my front porch step. It was white with a black ribbon tied in a bow around it.

There was only one person that had every done this and it was his ideal signature. Christian. I picked up the box and envelope and carried them inside with my other luggage. I set my bags down and took the mail to the kitchen and set them down on the marble counter. I opened the envelope and was welcomed my the scent of cinnamon. It was a formal invitation from the Berlin Ballet Company. It read:

Ms. Tara Webster,

Under the request of our principle dancer, we would like to extend to you a formal invitation to our production of The Nutcracker. I took the liberty of putting you in the VIP section and providing you with a backstage pass as well.We look foward to seeing you there Miss Webster. The show is at 7:00 in the Sydney Hall of Music and Dance tomorrow night.

~The Berlin Ballet Company~

I couldn't pass this up. For them to extend a formal invitation to one of their most elaborate productions of the year, I just couldn't say no. I wonder whats in the box? I move the envelope aside and pull the box to the edge of the counter. I pulled the silk ribbon off and lifted the lid to find a stunning one shoulder chiffon dress and a pair of golden strap heels. It was absolutely gorgeous. I took the dress out and held it up to me. It came down to about 2 inches above the knee and was light and flowy. I took the outfit to the bathroom and tried it on.

Suprisingly, everything fit. It accented the curves of my body. I remember back all those years ago at the acadmey. I was flat as a board with NO curves or boobs. Over the last fews years, I had "blossomed". I was now a woman of 5'7, nice toned and slightly muscular legs and a figure that a dancer should have. I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat either. I was well.. in between and completely toned. There wasn't an ounce of fat on me (excluding my boobs). The gold heels made my legs look longer and slimmer as they glowed against my pale skin.

It was beautiful. I was actually a little excited to go see the production, but I was also a little scared. I knew I would see Christian there and all the old memories would come flooding back. In complete truth, I hadn't been with anyone else since Christian and I never wanted to be. He still left with the other half of my heart. I had to be brave and face my fear. I just don't know if I can do this and still come back the same.

It doesn't matter. I still can't wait to go see the production tomorrow. I stripped off the dress and hung it up in the closet by the door. Heading back to the bathroom I showered and washed all the aching muscles that were just now starting to relax. I knew that I wouldn't be able to do anymore physical labor tonight, so I just changed into my silk chemise and crawled under my comforter and fell asleep.

I was sitting in the auditorium of the hall watching the ballet. I was so amazed by it. It felt so magical and for the first time in a long decade, I finally found the right place to look for the magic. I was so entranced that I hadn't noticed that everyone else around me had disappeared and the music had stopped.

Everybody lined up and parted, like the red sea did under Moses command. Standing there before me was Christian. He still had that smile on his face that just seemed to light up his beautiful brown eyes like no other.

He held out his hand an whispered to me "Dance with me Tara." I couldn't help it. It was like his voice beckoned me to him. I took his hand and he brought me up to the stage. I was suddenly dressed in a sparkling white tutu and my white pointe shoes. Without thinking, I had heard the music start playing again. It was like I already knew the steps. My body just flowed through out the music and I felt as if I was dancing my famous duet with him again. Our altered version of the

Spins and dips made me recall why I loved dancing so much. It was something that i missed so much. It was completely undescribable; it was like floating on air. The dance ended with my face close to his and his hands on my bare back. I looked deeply into those beautiful brown eyes and traced the outline of his lips with my eyes.

His fingers caught the underside of my jaw and lifted it to meet his in a soft kiss. My eyes closed and tangled themselves in his soft hair. I had to rise on pointe to keep kissing him. I may have grown another 5 inches since he last saw me, but he himself had also grown. The teenage Christian I knew was replaced with a man that had grown almost a full head taller than me. Who would have guessed that the Christian I knew could possibly turn into a man.

I pulled away and saw the unknown in his eyes. His hands roamed along the bare skin of my back and finally he picked me up with ease and wrapped my legs around his waist. I laughed and smiled with him as he spun around in circles on stage, knowing that he would never let me fall.

I stopped laughing and kissed him deeper than before. I put more passion and lust into this kiss. He was everything I had once upon a dream and then he was gone. he began walking somewhere and I couldn't care less where it was, just as long as I was with him.

Still holding me up with one arm, he opened the door that was behind me and carried me inside. Setting me on the floor, he pushes me against the wall and showers my neck with soft tender kisses and sweet caresses. I coudn't help but moan at this. The sensations were so enticing and sensual. I just couldn't ignore it. He gently grabbed my wrists and pulled me with him towards a bed that lay in the middle of the room. Settling me on my butt, he moved down to my pointe shoes.

He pulled the strings that held my shoes on my feet and removed the shoes. He picked up my ankle and gently kissed it through the fabric of my tights. He gave the other ankle the same treatment before moving up to my shoulders. He slowly began to remove the leotard that I was wearing, giving me time to stop him if I really wanted him to, but in all honesty, I didn't want him to stop. He almost had the leotard down to where it exposed my breast an-

BBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP! Holy shit! I shot stright up in bed and found that it was only my alarm clock. God. why didn't I shut that thing off. The first day back and I almost die of a heart attack first thing in the morning. I haven't even been home for 24 hours and i'm already annoyed. I layed back down earning a huge 'puff' from my pillow as my head re-hit it.

"God, can I please sleep for like I dunno maybe 20 more minutes?" I asked. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "Okay. Maybe not." I crawled out of bed and ran downstaris so the person wouldn't leave or something. I slipped on my silk robe from the closet and pulled it tighyl around my body before peering outside to see someone that I truly missed.

I pulled open the door and saw her for the first time since we graduated. There stood Kat.

"Oh my God, KAT!?" i squealed like a 10 year old seeing her best friend, but this is Kat so its okay. We both stood on the porch hugging like we hadn't seen eachother in forever, but in reality we hadn't.

"Hey Girl! How ya been holdin' up? Stupid question, just look at this place. Its amazing! Did you buy it?" she asked.

"No, the company bought it for me. Come on in. Its a little cold out here." she gave me her huge smile. Kat was one of the few people I knew that could wear her heart on her sleeve and be proud of it no matter what she's doing.

"So back to my question, how are ya?" she asked as I got us some coffee.

"Fine actually. Life as a principle dancer is a lot of fun, just demanding and a lot of hardwork." I handed her the cup of coffee and took my seat next to her.

"Come on Tara. You knew that being a principle was going to be hard. Ignoring that for now, so what are you doing tonight?"

"Oh actually, i'm going to go see The Nutcracker tonight by the Berlin Ballet Company." I sipped my black liquid and wrinkled my nose at the bitterness and went to grab my creamer.

"Really? Thats so strange, so am I." She giggled at the slight coincidence.

"When did you get your tickets?"

"Yesterday. It came in a read envelope with a white box and black silk ribbon." she gave me this look like I knew who it was from.

"What?" I sounded puzzled for a second.

"Don't "what" me. You know who its from." Damn she's good.

"Yeah. It's from Christian."

"What came in your box? Mine had a deep red dress and black peep toe heels."

"A white chiffon dress and golden strap heels. Hey why don't we hang out today? We could go take a walk around town and go shopping before we go see the show tonight."

"Great idea, Tara. We could actually go see if we can find any acessories to go with the hot outfits. Plus we need to take care of hair and make up and all that good stuff."

"Okay that sounds amazing. So can you wait down here while I go take a quick shower and get dressed?"

"Please, go on. I am a big girl. I watch out for myself."

"Thanks." I rushed up the stairs and I had already shrugged off my robe. I took a 5 minute shower and went and changed into a simple white dress with a brown leather belt and a pair of black pumps. Now that I think about it. Kat looked amazing. She was wearing a simple green dress and white heels.

I went back down stairs and found her looking at all of the photos I saved from my years at the Acadmey.

"I can't believe you still have all these?" she kept looking through the scrapbook, giggling at the funny faces we all made. Those were the days. Just Sammy, Kat, Christian and I. That was the life. We always had fun; no matter what we did.

"Yeah. I kept em. To remind me of all my friends that I thought I would never see again."

She flipped to the last page and I saw tears form in the corner of her eye. It was the graduation picture of the top 4 students in the Acadmey's Third Year Class. It was all of us on stage holding the plaq that stated that we had graduated at the top of our classes. We were one of the most gifted group of students that attended that Acadmey.

"I still can't believe I managed to make it to the top of our class with the rest of you." she looked up at me as a tear escaped. I smiled at her and handed her a tissue. She took it and wiped away the escaped tears and corrected the almost escaping ones.

"I knew you could do it. We all had help from you, and we certainly couldn't graduate without you up there with us." she put the book down and jumped up to hug me. I hugged her back and pat her back in a best friend kinda way.

"Lets go shopping and get your mind off of this." he eyes lit up and she pulled me out the door and showed me her brand new porche. Dang, where had she gotten this? Oh wait. Her mom was the principle dancer for the Company once so she definatly has money.

I can't wait for tonight though. I wonder just how much Christian has grown as a dancer? Guess we'll find out...

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

A/N: So this is my probably failed and feeble attempt at a Dance Acadmey story, so let me know what you guys think about it and leave those in the comments. Also for all of you who aren't familiar with my works, I do tend to update on a course that is slightly longer than nessecary, but they always get up on a timly fashion. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I shall see you later, Bye::))

~snowflakedreams96~