Never Again.
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine. :(
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: This is my shot at a somewhat happier story. Enjoy!
Never again would he spend a night without her by his side.
Never again would she force him out the door, with nothing but a pair of clothes and a pillow.
The night was cold as it was, but it seemed much colder without her pushed against his body. He was in nothing but boxers and an old t-shirt. He had nothing but blue jeans and a white shirt he had bought long ago, and one of the old pillows that was always in the top of the closet. It was old and thin; you could feel anything through it, with even just the smallest amount of pressure. It was a wonder they still had it, but of course the most worthless things have a way of turning up when you need them to the least. Of course.
Never again would he yell at her, hands clenched, no matter what the situation.
Never again would she threaten, with every intention of going through with it, to shoot him.
Somehow, she hadn't thought it too big a deal. Somehow, she hadn't thought he'd find out. But of course he did; of course. And of course it was blown out of proportion, by the both of them, with his yells and her threats. He hardly ever yelled at her. She couldn't stand it; it scared her. But she didn't do well with fear. Her only way to retaliate was to threaten him, as she had done many times before, to shoot him -- but this time, she was serious. The thought scared her; she couldn't actually shoot him. She knew that, she knew that it was just the heat of the moment -- but it scared her. It scared her, and the fear just made her angrier.
Never again would he accuse her of being unfaithful.
Never again would she kiss someone other than him.
When he had walked into the break room, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had never expected her to do this to him, not her, never her. But there she was, lips pressed against another man's; and there he was, standing in the doorway, anger building up faster than he would have ever imagined possible. They had waited so long, gone through so much -- he couldn't help it, couldn't help the anger and the fear and the disbelief that rose up in him. It was there, justified or not, no matter how much he wished it would go away. He had no idea the circumstances, he didn't know the story -- he wasn't sticking around long enough to find out, no matter what might be revealed to him, such as how she hadn't started anything. No, that was not important at that moment.
Never again would he doubt her.
Never again would she give him any reason to doubt her.
In the end, the truth was most important. In the end, the truth had brought them both back together, with apologies coming left and right despite their pride. They loved each other, they always had, and they knew that more than ever. He was always her's; she was always his. They were Eric and Calleigh -- they were meant for each other. And never again would they be apart.
Never again.