Unchained Melody
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A/N- This is roughly based off the song from the movie Ghost. The title comes from the song by the Righteous Brothers. It was all done by Barry Manilow last night on Dancing with the Stars... Enjoy!
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Glancing down, Trish Jones realized there was a problem.
They weren't her hands.
Being close to ninety, her hands were wrinkled, marred with liver spots. The hands in front of her were smooth and clear. For the first time in recent memory, her hands didn't ache with arthritis.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?" a familiar masculine voice asked. Glancing up, Trish jumped out of her chair.
My new blood pressure medicine must be messing with my head! She thought.
"No, your medicine's working fine, or rather it was,"
How many times had she dreamt of hearing his voice again? How many times had she could spend five minutes with him?
"Randy," Her voice dropped. "Is it really you?"
"Yes, it is," he murmured. "I told you we'd meet again,"
Meet again? What was happening?
"Am I…?" She couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Dead?" he asked, finishing her sentence. "Yes, you are. Peacefully in your sleep of a massive stroke at the age of eighty nine,"
Almost sixty years had passed since she had last seen him. It seemed like just yesterday! How did time pass so quickly?
"My God, AJ!" she softly squealed. Much to her surprise, her voice was soft, not raspy as it had been last night.
"He's going through some tough times. He just lost his wife of fifty years." Randy murmured. "Miranda our great granddaughter just went into labor. That's distracting him,"
Miranda was in labor?
Trish couldn't wait for Keith's birth. He would be her first great great grandchild, and the first boy born in close to ten years.
"Keith Randall," Trish murmured. Randy nodded.
Randy handed her a mirror. Glancing into it, she realized she had grown close to sixty years younger, the way she had been before Randy died.
"How did this happen?" she asked, amazed. He sighed.
"They were afraid I wouldn't recognize you," Randy murmured, gently caressing her cheek. She shivered, reliving the touch that haunted her dreams. "What I want to know is how I could ever forget you,"
Randy had died in a car accident, just months before the birth of their son.
"I've dreamt of your touch," she murmured, grasping the hand that cupped her cheek.
As happy as she was to be with Randy again, she was also sad at the thought of leaving her family. Her husband, her children, her grandchildren, her great grandchildren were all very special. She didn't like to think of them being sad at such a happy time. They should be celebrating the new baby, not mourning her.
"I've missed you so much," Randy murmured. "For close to sixty years, I've been waiting for the day you came back. I was there through your best times. I was there through your worst times. I'm so glad to have you back," Trish nodded.
"AJ's been good to me, but he doesn't compare to you." She murmured, brushing her lips against his.
It was a kiss worth waiting for.
THE END
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