Someone to Dance With
Calypso
New Years Eve for Ms. Parker is a night like any other. One filled with memories and one filled with pain. Can this year be any different? MP/J R
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Ms. Parker
Another year is coming, Another year with none to comfort me.
The one thing I've always missed about the New Year is someone to dance with.
I remember when I was little girl; Mommy would dance with me.
I remember all the times I wanted Daddy to dance. All the times he forgot.
Another new year, another lonely night, spent with only the snowflakes outside.
Without someone to dance with.
The phone's ringing.
Do I answer it?
Do I want to?
If I don't I might just go mad.
If I do, I think I'll cry.
"Hello?"
"Did you just say hello Ms. Parker?"
Syd, I guess I shouldn't have expected anyone else. Yet somehow I'm disappointed.
"Yeah Syd, I did."
I seem to have surprised him. But I can't always be the Bitch queen.
Sometimes, I feel too.
"Something you needed?" Shit. I hate it when my voice cracks.
"No… No, I just wanted to say happy New Year." Damn it Syd, Why do that?
I'm almost sobbing now. I don't want him to hear - I don't want to cry.
"Thanks Syd."
I hang up the phone. Partly because I couldn't keep that conversation up.
Mostly because I can't stand the thought of Syd hearing my cry.
Damn it!
It's ringing again… why won't he just let me be?
"I said Goodbye Syd."
"Gee Parker – thanks."
Jarod.
My breath catches.
My mind stops.
"Jarod."
"You sound lonely." Leave it to him to notice… but I'm not in the mood to fight him today.
"Maybe because I am." My tears are under control now. But that rage darkness… why won't it stop?
"Maybe I am too." His words seem ominous… do I detect longing in them? Do I dare to?
We're silent for a while; somehow just knowing he's there can comfort me.
"Do you dance Jarod?" he doesn't answer, and I know I've surprised him.
"Would you dance with me?" He stays silent… unanswering.
I know my words are whimsical.
Yet still they conjure a beautiful dream. A beautiful memory.
"Jarod?" The tears are back in my voice, and I know he can here them.
"Come outside Ms. Parker. In your backyard." He's here.
An odd hope jumps into my throat, an odd feeling of companionship. Of knowing that I haven't been abandoned.
My hand shakes as I put down the phone, hardly daring to hope. Hardly daring to think.
I don't want to be alone this night. I don't want to be alone ever again.
Inside there's the fear that he won't be there.
But the only way I'll know is if I go.
So I walk into the snow walk out into the cold wind.
A single gloved hand reaches out to me.
His hand.
His eyes.
"Jaord."
Suddenly I don't feel the cold anymore.
Suddenly the sky isn't dark.
The falling snow reaches gently.
In the sky there is suddenly a bright round moon.
Because he is with me.
Because I'm not alone.
Because for once I've found someone to dance with.
~Fini~
AN: Apologies that this is up late. I meant to post it yesterday but didn't have time. I hope that everyone has a safe, happy, and hopeful New Year. And I hope that we can all find someone to dance with.
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