Here's a story I started some time ago. Hope you like! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY.
Unspoken Truth
Mac
It was the last thing I thought that could ever happen to me. I never would have believed one minute that this could still happen, that there was still hope. It had been a long time—nine years already. It was still hard to believe right now that this was true, real and not a simple joke. I was afraid to fall asleep at night, thinking I might wake up the next morning and realize it had all been a dream. I was excited but scared at the same time that it might be really different from before. What if it never would be the same again? What if I wouldn't feel the same way? That was the thing that scared me the most. I just wanted to be the same too even if she had changed. I had to stay strong and be there for her. I hadn't even seen her yet and was already worried and anxious. All the worst scenarios had gone through my head already; she may not recognize me, she may not love me anymore, she may have extreme amnesia and not remember anything at all, even her own self! But then again, some part of me was on the bright side and was thinking that she may have been searching for me for a long time, that she still loved me like she did in the past, that she would want to spend the rest of her life with me. I just hope that this part of me was right.
I hadn't told anyone about it yet—not even Stella. I told everything to Stella but this, I had kept it for myself for a few days now. I had been told to take my time, to relax before going there. I had to be completely calm before. How could I, really? I knew I would have to bring someone with me for moral support if anything happened. Only one person came to my mind actually and that was Stella. She had always been there for me through everything I had lived and so had I. She was great, a wonderful friend and I really appreciated that.
I knew that she would understand—and also be very shocked by the news. She and Claire had been great friends in the past and she sometimes said to me that she missed her. She didn't say it often, probably to avoid making me sad. The fact was that Claire was both a great wife and a great friend. She had even said to me once that if something happened to her, that she would like Stella and I to be together. She knew that we were very close and understood each other. I had told her that I would never love somebody more than her and if something ever happened to her, I would spend the rest of my life alone in mourning. I had kept my promise.
Of course, there had been Peyton but it didn't last too long. Even sometimes when I was with her, I would think of Claire—I would actually believe that I was cheating on her. I had struggled a little bit with that and Peyton had noticed it. I think that deep down, she knew I would always love her and of course, never forget her. I still loved her today and I don't think anyone could ever replace her. I couldn't say I hadn't though of Stella as a possible lover—I had in fact thought of it on many occasions. Stella was a wonderful, caring woman but I couldn't really see starting a relationship with her. We were partners, had been working together for a long time and she was one of Claire's good friends. I liked her, maybe even loved her in some kind of way but... it would be too complicated. It scared me to start something serious with someone that close, that I had known forever. I knew Stella like the back of my hand, like a sister too. Maybe in the end, we would've ended up together. But now, everything had changed, had taken an overturn. Claire was alive and I wanted to be with her—she was still my wife. I just wanted to tell her how much I loved her, how much I had missed her through all those lonely years. I wanted to see her face, to see her smile, to hear her laugh... Everything about her seemed to fascinate me. Claire was an amazing woman. These past days, I had gone through every piece of memories—through photo albums, through old Christmas presents, through cards... everything! Every kind of souvenirs drew a smile on my face. I remembered all the Christmas, all the anniversaries, all the birthdays, all the parties we used to have together. Claire liked holiday parties with a few friends. Usually, they weren't huge parties, just Claire, Stella and I, maybe a few other friends but not a lot. Christmas parties with the three of us were great. Claire would make all kinds of deserts—so would Stella—and I would cook the main meal. I could honestly say that the house smelt amazing. Then, we would exchange gifts and sit down cosily with a glass of wine. Those were the days! I just couldn't wait to see her...