As usual, I own nothing, I wish I did though, lol. Anyways the first part (the part in italic) of this is from Stella's POV (its like a letter thingy, lol) and the second part is from Mac's POV. Hope you enjoy, please reveiw they make me smile. :)
I've never been one of those people who had a mental plan of their future. I'm more the type of person, who rolls with what each day brings, and in my line of work, lets face it, each day brings a new surprise. Like today, for example. Who would of though, a week ago, that someone would be hunting down Mac Taylor's, and that you, of all people, was a target on their list.
But then later on, me and Adam sit at the computer, searching all the teams names. We try, Don Flack, Danny Messer, Adam Ross and Sid Hammerback, they all have more than one owner. Finally we try mine. Stella Bonasera. There is only one of those. I've always been strangely proud of my surname. Even as a kid I loved my surname. I guess it was because it was the only thing I ever got from my real family. It's something that tied me to them. Don't get me wrong, when I was a kid, I also dreamed that my prince charming would come and find me and sweep me away to live in fairytale land, but I never dreamed of getting married and changing my name, I guess I never really wanted all that stuff. But as I sat there with Adam, something changed inside of me, suddenly I wanted someone I could grow old with, someone that I could wake up beside every morning and thank god that I had them in my life, I wanted someone to raise a family with, I wanted someone to love. I wanted you...
Taking the keyboard from Adam, I deleted the 'Bonasera', instead replacing it with 'Taylor'. I heard Adam let a small gasp beside me. But I didn't care. I just waited for the results. After several seconds silence the computer gave a small ding. I focused my eyes back onto the screen, and saw I red writing no-results. I don't know why, but at that moment I heard my heart let out a small sigh of relive, it started beating fast, that place was still open for me. For us. I had your voice drift into my head, from the phone call we had shared earlier, 'It makes you think, you should make the most of the moments, with the people you care about' and thats what I then planned to do. Grabbing my coat, I left a stunned Adam behind and headed to find you...
Mac finished reading the letter, and looked down at the woman in his arms, she looked so peaceful when she slept. The last few days had been very hectic, to say the least. Neither of them had bothered to change, before they had gone to bed, his suit was now all crumpled, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He looked down at Stella, her dress was still perfect. Like her. The white of the it, making her skin seem more tanned then it really was. Resting the letter on his chest. he reached his hand out and brushed a loose curl from her face, he then planted a soft kiss in her hair. Mac moved his hand and picked up the letter again scanning once more though it, he put it down on the bedside table, he pulled Stella closer to him and kissed her just behind her ear, while he whispered "You've found your prince charming now, Stella Taylor"