I Believe
By Kelly Marie McKenna
Spoilers: S 1-8, S9 Anything before William, afterwards AU. (I never did get over giving him up, but one of these days I might write a reunion fic, what can I say I'm a diehard shipper, a hopeless romantic til the end!)
For once, she truly does believe, but he's not there. (Song Fic)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Oy, I should be so lucky! The lyrics are from Diamond Rio's I Believe.
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Every now and then,
Soft as breath upon my skin,
I feel you come back again,
And it's like you haven't been,
Gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time are holding you and me
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A vision in white, wrapped in a cream colored duvet. Her rosebud mouth quivers, her chest rises and falls faithfully. Crimson locks spill upon the pillow. The gold cross sits patiently beneath her collar bone. The slight drone of white noise wafts through the air, originating a small blue baby monitor, sitting behind the alarm clock on her night stand. A soft warm breeze flies above her bare arms. Stirring, she rolls to her side, still deep in sleep. The other side of the mattress sinks, a warmth bleeds beneath the smooth cotton sheets. For an all too brief moment, she sits up, just knowing she'll find him there. Cocky grin, overgrown chestnut hair, and that signature pout. Wiping sleep from her eyes, she glances beside her. His form is blurred, hazy and undefined from groggy focus. She wants so badly to hold him. Her lips ache to kiss him. She burns to wrap herself up in his
strong embrace and never leave. Only, she can't, he's not really there. It's a bittersweet dream. She fancies that he's waiting patiently for her to lie down and succumb once again to sleep before the baby wakes her up. The night is so empty, the space between them infinite. She can only say goodbye so many times, before she begins to feel like it's final, so she's stopped. Their last encounter had been far too brief, always so much, but never enough. She knows he can't come back - it's impossible but she dreams, by night, all day. Dreams, however, can not hold, they are not him. He's not here.