Summary: It's amazing how to lose something you never had can hurt so bad. [Fire and Hemlock PxT

Oh erm, I own no one, at all, and am gaining no profit what-so-ever by using these purely fictional characters in purely made-up scenarios. woo! I may be a lawyer yet!

Tom handed Polly her bag, panting. They were both still shaking. "Will you really be all right?" he said.

"I will now," Polly said. "But what about you? You won't be able to give your concert if Sam's hurt, will you?"

"That I shall have to go and find out," he said. "Don't worry about us. Better get on the train." He reached out and undid the handle of a door and swung it open for Polly. The other hand he put behind Polly's head and squashed her face against his old anorak for a second. "Take care of yourself."

The burr of his voice coming through his anorak almost drowned the sound of footsteps coming up beside them, but not quite.

P.S. I don't own the above italicized script either. :D

It's amazing how to lose something you never had can hurt you so bad. I never had her. I never will. It's almost pathetic. Me; ancient compared to her. She's like a blossom, and I'm an old tree. Fine, I'm not that old, but my soul, my spirit is as old as the tale of Tam Lin. I am the same. I am Tam Lin, and I am Thomas Lynn. It's all so confusing. I wish life would be simple. Or. Do I? No, maybe not. I'd never have met her then. Anyway.

I remember when her father abandoned her, and her mother (A/N: OMG I HATE HER MOM. SHE IS A TOTAL SLUT/BITCH), well, you know what her mother did. She came into that small room, and I could tell she'd been crying. I knew. I don't know how. I just knew. She looked so small, so lost, so young. I felt my heart wrench when I thought that I was using her.

That whole day, I had an irresistible urge to touch her. I felt like holding her hand, like touching her hair, which I loved. I suppose it's a side effect of being part Tam Lin. Janet had the same type of hair. [A/N: I think I wanted to touch her cheek, and kiss her. I wanted to kiss her softly, so she would know that I would respect her choice, but I wanted to kiss her hard, so hard that she would never forget I love her. But it was wrong. It was horrible, grossly wrong.

I don't know what to do anymore. I was lost that day, and I was shocked and some spark of Tam Lin's memory told me that now, what I said would be the truth. Like Tam Lin himself. It gave a horrible shiver to think of it. Either way. My control was teetering on the edge all day. And she was so close to me.

I finally lost it. I lost control. When she was leaving, I was so scared and so sad and madly in love with her that I had to touch her. I had to. Else I'd die. I just knew it.

I took the only chance I could get. I hugged her and I kissed her hair. She smelled wonderful. I couldn't hold her tight enough. I couldn't convince myself that I was actually touching her in a manner that was somewhat intimate. God. All I could focus on was that she was so warm, so alive. And I let go, thinking, this might be the last time I see her face, the last time I can tell her good bye, the last time I can tell her I love her. And the train pulled away. And I was left with that idiot of a man, and my own longing. And I couldn't help but look back at her before I left.

I couldn't help whispering that I love her.

Done on two different days. You can tell, right? And I kind of forgot what I was planning. But either way, it's done. Enjoy and review or die by PDA and peanuts. Oh, and that pink umbrella. Hehe.

Love,

Lady Merlin.