Okay, not gonna lie there is a couple in here that I don't think anyone ships, but just read it and I will hopefully answer any questions that you may or may not have at the end of the fic. So anyway, please enjoy ^w^

One hundred years...

At the time it seemed manageable. He thought that he could last. That he counts survive the repeated torture of having the one he truly love ripped from his embrace once again.

One hundred years.

He thought he could take it. He COULD take it.

He just couldn't survive longer than that.

Over a century waiting for his other half to return and heal his wounds. But over time... The wide, gaping gash to his ethereal body. To his soul. It never did heal when the one and only, when his one and only, never returned...

A pen scratched over the surface of paper. Scrawling meaningless reports. Filling in tedious paperwork in the dim light of an oil lamp.

The work and late hours were taking their toll on Gilbert Baskerville. One hand attempting to run the tiredness from his eyes.

Slim, feminine arms slipped down from his shoulders. Grazing his toned chest lightly through his shirt, before settling around his shoulders in a loose embrace.

"Gil..." The young woman spoke, placing a soft warm kiss to his defined jawline. "Come on, you should come to bed... you're obviously tired." She rested her head down onto his shoulder. Her long, baby pink hair fell down past his neck, just barely tickling the underside of his chin.

Closing his eyes, he leaned towards her. The side of his face rested gently on top of her head. He reached up to stroke her hair.

"Okay, Charlotte... I'm coming." She withdrew her arms from around him and walked back over to their shared bed.

Gilbert closed his book of reports and placed it, along with his paperwork, into the second drawer of his desk. He stood up from the wooden chair by his desk and loosened his tie while walking over to the young woman across the room.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he pulled his loose tie over his head and laid it on the small chest of drawers by the bedside. Slipping out of his work shoes, and proceeding to unbutton his dress shirt.

The garment slid off of his shoulders, down his right arm, and was tossed to the side. He would deal with that in the morning. Standing up from the bed again, he moved towards the wardrobe in the corner of the room. Sliding off his trousers and hanging them up for the next day.

Stepping quickly back towards the bed, this time slipping in beside Charlotte. He laid back against the feather pillows, she cuddled in close as he wrapped his arm around her curvy figure.

She felt the rise and fall of his chest. Could hear the soft thud of his always told her that he loved her. That she saved him from his own abyss...

But it was his eyes that stopped her from believing it. He would smile, and laugh... and cry. But his eyes were cold. Unchanging, constantly staring straight past her.

Perhaps to the years before. A happier memory.

But she knew that the one he had ever truly was trapped, and, most likely dead..

Pushing away the troubling thoughts, she reached a hand up towards his face. Making light contact with his jaw, his head turned to face her.

Gently running her soft hand over his jaw, she sat up a little. A little. Just enough to place a soft kiss on his lips. He was unresponsive to the loving gesture.

"You've been thinking about him again... haven't you?" She looked deep into his honey eyes. She stood and walked round to his side of the bed, and straddled his lap.

Like this she was taller than her raven lover, just by a small amount. But it made all the difference.

He looked up at her, magenta stared into honey gold. She moved her hands to his hair. Tangling her fingers in his unruly black curls. Gilbert leaned into her, his forehead leaning on her full bust. She tugged lightly on his hair, making him look up at her.

"I know you loved him... but you can't spend your whole life mourning over him..." Her voice trailed off in favour of kissing him.

She felt an arm wrap around her back, and with a sudden force they both rolled over. Switching their positions...

He propped himself up on the elbow of his right arm. Staring down at her.

Eyes cold. Unchanging.

"I..." He began. "I... have waited for him... and mourned him... and I understand that I can't spend my life like that... I don't need you to tell me."

The corners of his mouth turned up a little. Lighting up his expression. But those eyes... still they lay dead and cold in their sockets.

His open mouth landed on the middle of her throat. Dragging his lips and tongue down to her collar bone, lightly grazing his teeth across her skin.

"But I don't mind... Since I have you." He spoke against the curve of her neck. "I love you.."

The next morning Charlotte awoke to a strong arm around her waist, and a peaceful face on the pillow next to her own. She slipped out of Gilbert's light embrace and sat up slightly. The bedsheets slipped from her figure, uncovering her naked skin.

There was a dull ache in her hips, but that was to be expected. Laying back down and across the sleeping figure of her dearest one. Applying a soft pressure to his lips with her own to wake him.

He quickly responded to her warm, loving gesture, tangling one of his hands into her hair.

'So... "I love you" Huh?' She thought to herself. Trying to hold back tears in her eyes.

'You're a terrible liar...'

Okay okay, I realise that some people may be confused, but I have good reasoning to back up the Gilbert x Charlotte. From the way i see it when Oz left, Gilbert devoted himself to the Baskerville family, so naturally Charlotte would be the only woman he was around, there aren't many men in the clan that make any kind of sense to pair with Gil and also he's a very attractive man so it's obvious that he'd catch Charlotte's attention. She was also in love with Glen, but since Leo became the next Glen, I highly doubt she'd go for him, but Gilbert was meant to inherit glens soul, and now that Oz has gone (this fanfiction being set in an alternate reality where Oz never came back and it's been over 100 years, and Gilbert's just trying to move on) and Gilbert has become a lot more emotionally detached (like Glen was after Lacie died) it just adds to the attraction she has for him.

This is going to be a multi chapter fanfiction, and will become more about ozbert, so please review and tell me what you think of the new sorry

Bye! ^w^