What is Meant to Be
AN: I own nothing. These characters belong to Donald Paul Bellisario and all associated with him. I am making -nothing- from this, so please do not sue me. I'm mearly borrowing these characters for my own amusement. Song lyrics are "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Greenday and "Witchy Woman" by the Eagles. I do not own either song and am recieving -nothing- for their use. If I have offended said owners, please notify me and I will change it. Thank you.
This story takes place shortly before A.J leaves JAG, and it will be very AU, so be warned.
0300 ZULU (11PM DC)
Mac's Apartme
"I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known, don't know where it goes, but it's only me and I walk alone, I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps, and I'm the only one, and I walk alone, I walks alone, I walk alone"
Sighing, Mac grabs the remote control and turns off her radio. The last thing she needs right now is to hear depressing music, it only fits her mood and the weather all too well. Standing, she shuffles over to the window and glances out into the storm. It was late in the year for such a rainstorm, coming up on late October, and in all reality it should be a snow storm, but DC had an Indian Summer so the accustomed winter snows where late coming.
Why must I be so alone? The thoughts circle through her head. The rain relentlessly pounds the widows, making rivulets down the smooth pains, but gives no answers. The only light is from the flashes of lightening, lighting up the street for just a brief second before descending into darkness again.
300 ZULU
McLean, Virginia
"Raven hair, ruby lips, sparks fly from her finger tips, echo voices in the night, she's a restless spirit, on an endless flight, woo who witchy woman, see how high she flies, woo who witchy woman, she got the moon in her eyes"
Sighing, the Admiral finishes his glass of brandy and sets the sniffer down on the coffee table with a muffled thump. Standing, he shuffles over to the window and looks out into his wide open back yard. Being a Two Star has its advantages, among them a relatively nice pay check. Closing his eyes, he takes in the mellow and haunting melody Witchy Woman. God, what I wouldn't give to be thinking about her tonight. We don't stand a chance in hell… Frowning he opens his eyes to watch the rain pour down on another lonely night.
AN: So, how do you like it so far? Drop me a line and I might make another chapter :)