I Drove All Night
So there was a bit of a prompt challenge and the aim was to write a ficlet prompted by Celine Dion singing "I Drove All Night" which totally isn't Eliot's thing I'm sure, but the words somehow stirred up this!
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He couldn't explain it, not really. It had taken him by surprise, not something he'd expected in a million years. In truth, he'd thought he was long past the connection, the ability to connect with anyone. Years of moving on, keeping his distance had, he believed, taken their toll.
He'd walked away, thought it would be as easy as every other job he'd done. He looked out for number one. He'd had to, there'd been no real choice when he'd started down this line, but now . . .
He didn't know why he was being drawn back, why a simple phone call had him reacting. It wasn't just a matter of heading back for another job, something else was stirring inside him, something he didn't understand yet. The call had finished and he'd stopped everything, thrown clothes in a bag and headed for the door. No question.
He wasn't sure that it was something he wanted to spend too much time analysing. Hell, he didn't even want to think about what he was really heading back to. One call from Nathan and he'd acted, yet he wasn't sure that there was anything beyond work in Nathan's intention when he called, but even knowing that, he'd not been able to withstand the draw. Something inside was stirring and he couldn't, didn't even want to ignore it.
He looked at his watch and wondered how much longer he could keep driving, how much longer it would take to get there. He eased his foot down on the gas and felt the surge of power drawing him onward – closer, mile by mile, hour by hour.