A/N - This just popped into my head when I heard 'Call My Name' by Charlotte Church on the radio, hope you like!
She first addressed me by my rank, the name given to her when we had barely just met. It rolled off her tongue easily, a sign of recognition of the military order we strange men in her tent were involved in. The first sign of it being unique in her voice happened when she called out in the wraith cell. Barely even friends but still there on a rescue mission, she knew that and I think perhaps even knew me then too. It was a sign of things to come.
For my rank, even though it was a rank and had put me in charge of an expedition and a city, became a sort of name for me. It always sounded different on her lips than to any others.
When that rank was changed, promoted, she changed swiftly too, never hesitating or getting it wrong. Our first greeting was echoed with pride and joint joy at the accomplishment. She knew what it meant to me and it was in her voice, and her smile.
Then that easy friendship we had, the unaccountable yet complete faith and trust in each other, was somewhat broken. My actions; that kiss, caused a ripple in our relationship; a sort of eye opener. For the first time we had to acknowledge that this thing we had could go deeper. It was the first time she called me by my first name alone. And though not entirely fond of what happened to me then, because I hate those bugs, it marked a change. From then on she called me John.
It was something that was special to me, no matter who says my name and in what way, her way will also mean the most to me. She will always mean the most to me. But it wasn't something that could be attainable, so the way she said my name would stay special to me and me alone. I didn't think it could change again.
I was wrong. I never thought I'd hear her beg, it was something I could never associate with the strong and courageous woman I had fallen for. But she did, she begged me for help and though I shouldn't be pleased part of me is that it was me she thought about, it was my name on her lips.
And it was my name that she called out, in a heated blaze, as we showed each other, for the first of many times, what we truly meant to each other. It was another change but one that we seemed to have been heading towards since the very beginning.
Everything has changed, evolved and grown but one thing has always been there. The way she says my name has always been different and always will be. And though I feel my reply is less than adequate to what she tells me, with just one word, I know she knows that I love her. But I especially love the way she calls my name.
A/N – Well, hope you liked it and really hope that you let me know if you did! And thanks to Isis for the usual read through, without you most of what I write wouldn't even get onto my laptop, let alone here! Ta chuck!