A/N: I haven't wrote anything in a very long time. :( Just recently however, with Kim's return to Waterloo Road (finally!), I've been inspired to write more fics for my favourite pairing ever: Kandrew. :D So here is the first of many (hopefully) Kandrew fics. :D Read and review, even if you hate it! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Waterloo Road. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics.
Turbulence
1. Burning
"I need you."
The words sear through Kim's skin like a lethal poison. She stares at him, dismay burning in her eyes.
She can't cope with this. Not now. Not after so little time together. He can't expect her to just drop her life and go following him around like some sort of faithful puppy, can he?
He stares at her with an intensity in his brown eyes that burns, his hands warm against hers. She is torn, torn between two of the most important things in her life; her life itself and the one man who means most to her.
Abruptly, he pulls his hands away and stands. She is forced to look up, to look into his soul. His face is set, his eyes determined. They scorch her with their passion, but she can't look away.
She doubts she'll ever be able to look away again.
"This time tomorrow I'll be in Rwanda," he states firmly. Still stubborn and unwilling to change – even for her. "Call me and tell me you're coming."
He bends down, and she has little chance to prepare herself for the kiss. He gently holds the back of her head, their eyes closed in a mutual enjoyment and need. Her bare skin feels on fire beneath his fingers.
All too soon, he pulls away. He says no more. His mouth has said it all.
And that's where he leaves her, gazing dumbly after him as he walks out of the pub.
Almost out of her life.
How long she sits there, staring into her bottomless drink, she doesn't know. All she can think about is him.
It has taken them so long to reach the point they are at today. How many nights has she lain alone, thinking about him, hating him, only to realise that she is touching herself, envisaging him on top of her, him doing the touching? How many times?
So much of their time has been wasted by mindless sniping and barely disguised digs. And yet, through it all, he has stood by her, always willing to forgive, always willing to forget.
Does she have the strength to put him to the back of her mind and just forget everything they have been through?
That is the searing question she needs the answer to.
She thinks of Jack. Headstrong Jack, always ready to do whatever he has to in order to ensure the school's future. Yet in recent weeks…
Do we still have the same goals in mind?
She thinks of Izzie. Kind, caring Izzie, always there when she needs to be supported. But how will they make the time for each other when Izzie has married life to worry about as well as her two children and her job?
She thinks of Andrew.
The words burn at the forefront of her mind: Call me and tell me you're coming.
The question still scorches her brain. Should she stay or should she go? Departing will mean leaving her family, her friends. Staying will mean losing the man she loves.
Two options. Two choices.
One answer.
Her mind is made up.
As sure as hell burns, her mind is made up.
She flips open her phone with trembling fingers and scrolls down her contacts.