Disclaimer: No, I do not own Summerland or anything pertaining to the show. I also don't own the song Incomplete, by the Backstreet Boys. I do own, however, this story and all original characters.

Author's Note: Well folks, here it is, the much anticipated sequel to The Sea Calls My Name. I still can't believe that that story is over with. If you haven't read Sea, I suggest you do because you might get lost while reading this if you don't. I hope you guys like this story as much as The Sea Calls My Name. Lot's of people were loyal to me during that story, and shared their thoughts of the story with me. I hope that all of you will do so with this story. Now, on to what you have been waiting so patiently for.

Incomplete

Empty spaces fill me up with holes

Distant faces with no place left to go

Without you within me I can't find no rest

Where I'm going is anybody's guess

Chapter One

The ocean air swept over the lush grass, rustling the blades and sending clouds of dust and sand spiraling through the air. Above the heads of Playa Linda's residents, the sky shone a bright, cerulean blue, clear and cloudless as far as the eye could see. Sea gulls danced high in the sky, their cries filling the air, joining with the sound of the waves crashing upon the rocks.

Stepping off the plane that had just landed on the airstrip at Playa Linda's airport, Marie closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, inhaling the scents that she loved so much. The sun warmed her face, sending shivers of excitement and contentment down her spine. After nearly two years away, finally, she was home.

It truly had been too long since she'd last seen the ocean or heard the crash of water upon the rocks of cliff sides. Marie's grandmother had lived in the mountains, meaning that Marie was nowhere near an ocean. There had been many waterfalls and rivers surrounding her grandmother's mountain home, but the rush of a waterfall was nothing compared to the roar of the ocean.

Everything was so familiar here, nothing had changed. The ocean smelled the same, sounded the same. The people looked the same, acted the same. It was all…the same, and Marie loved it. It felt as if she had never even left.

A smile lit her face as she wandered into the airport and collected her bags. Soon she would see Bradin once more, and she couldn't wait. It had been too long since she'd seen him or spoken to him. It was high time for them to reunite and Marie was desperate to be held in his arms once more.

Hailing a taxi, Marie slung her bags into the trunk and settled into the backseat, directing the driver where to go. First thing was first, she needed to find her apartment and drop of her bags before she could head over to Bradin's.

Her mother's graduation gift to Marie had been a summer long trip to Playa Linda, including a fully furnished apartment. After the summer, Marie would be on her way to UCLA to start her freshman year of college. She was excited, anxious, worried, and all those other conflicting emotions. College life would be so different from what she was used to, Marie was pretty certain of that, but at least she would have a fresh start.

North Carolina had been a fresh start for her mother, not Marie. True the young woman liked it there, and she had made a few friends, even a best friend, but California was the only place Marie could live and be truly happy. She hadn't wanted to leave in the first place, it had been her mother's decision. But Marie had gone along, anything to make her mother happy after the hell that they had been living through. Now Marie was back where she truly belonged.

The cab pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, a beautiful, beach side complex with airy apartments and palm trees littering the front and sides of the buildings. Marie smiled. This would be home for the next four months.

She hurried up the wood stairs, her bags slung over her shoulders and beating against her legs as she walked, and opened the door to her apartment. She couldn't help her smile from widening as she took in the apartment.

With its light blue walls and white trim, which caught the bright summer sun, it was the perfect beach home. There was a simple, white couch and two plush chairs to match ringing three sides of a plain, unadorned wooden coffee table. The floor was a gleaming hardwood, with an elegant yet simplistic throw rug beneath the furniture. The dining room was located within the living room. Just a few feet from the back of the couch sat a round table, that looked to be a mate of the coffee table, and four straight backed chairs surrounding it. The kitchen was separated from the living/dining room by a ivory color topped counter. Three ornately backed metal stools sat at the counter. A short corridor sat off from the side of the kitchen, leading towards the bedroom and bathroom. But the best thing of all, the thing that dwarfed the rest of the apartment's magnificence, was the picture window behind the dining room table that looked out over the beach.

With a contented sigh, Marie set her bags down and sunk onto the couch, placing her elbow on its back and turning her head so that she could stare out of the window. This place was perfect.

It took forever for her to unpack, and Marie hadn't really wanted to delay her reunion with Bradin for even one more second, but she had forced herself to settle in before she did anything else. She knew that if she didn't unpack right then and there, that she probably never would. So, after what seemed like forever, but in reality only took two hours, Marie was walking down the familiar streets towards Bradin's home.

She hadn't spoken to him in almost a year. After she had moved away, Marie and her mother had started to see a therapist, someone who could help them move on with their lives after the torture her stepfather had put them through. The therapist had discouraged Marie from talking to Bradin, or anyone else from her past, as it would 'most likely stir up bad memories that you need to get past.' But, on the sly, Marie had kept up a correspondence with Nikki through email, and spent nearly every night talking with Bradin on the phone. Then, a year ago, her mother walked in on one of Marie's phone conversations, and banned her from talking to Bradin.

Marie's mother knew everything that Bradin had done for Marie, but still, doctor's orders were doctor's orders and Marie's mother had no tolerance for her daughter breaking the rules. Not accepting the fact that she couldn't talk to the boy she loved, there had been a big fight between Marie and her mother, one that, after some time, was resolved. But still, Marie could not talk to Bradin, nor email him or Nikki.

Now, there she was, standing on the front stoop of his home, her mind reeling with thoughts and emotions. Should she really ring the doorbell and reenter his life? What if he didn't want to see her? After all, she hadn't even given him an explanation about why the phone calls stopped. He must hate her!

You're over reacting, Marie told herself, Bradin is going to be thrilled to see you again. With one last calming breath, Marie rang the doorbell and waited.

A short chapter I know, and I'm sorry. The next chapter will be a lot longer, I promise you that. Anyways, please review and tell me what you thought.

PS. If anybody knows the name of the restaurant Johnny opened in Summerland, please tell me.