Disclaimer: The main characters and ideas of this story are derived from Laurie Faria Stolarz's novels, Blue is for Nightmare, White is for Magic, Silver is for Secrets, and Red is for Remembrance. The story is set right after Red is for Remembrance.

Many thanks to Laurie for letting me write a fan-fiction on her beloved series!

ONE


As the taxi rolls to the airport, I find myself giddy with excitement as we near the terminal that, by each minute, brings me closer to Jacob. He'd called, as I was packing- well actually, as I was remembering my dream the night before: Jacob and I cuddling on the ski lift overlooking the slopes. It was by far the best dream I've had in such a long time, made even better when dream Jacob took off his gloves and traced the rune of partnership on my lips… and kissed me. Just thinking about it again makes my heart jump with excitement and anxiety at the same time.

I haven't seen Jacob since he left for Colorado, hoping that the familiarity of home would rekindle the memories hidden by the amnesia. The last time I saw him, there were hesitation and doubt- I saw it as I gazed into his breathtakingly beautiful gray-blue eyes. I quenched the pain it had caused me back then, knowing that Jacob's amnesia has left him searching for our past, not knowing that we were meant to be together. But since then, memories have been coming back to him, and day-by-day, he remembers more from our past. He calls me every time he evokes something new, especially memories where I am involved.

Last night though, he called me to make sure that I was still visiting- that nothing came up and that we would be together the next day.

"I just can't wait to see you again," he said. With his words, my heart clenched in pleasure- when it comes to him, I'm a lost cause, I swear. I was thinking about him as the taxi comes to a stop at the airport and I get out to check in. I have about half an hour before they start boarding, and I was anxious, so I took that moment to call my mom at one of the pay phones in the waiting area.

"Hello?" the familiar voice greets. At once, I feel myself calming at the sound of her voice- the one that's soothed me throughout my childhood.

"Hey mom!" I say.

"Oh, sweetheart! I'm so glad you called! Where are you?"

"I'm waiting to board the plane. I just thought I'd call you and see if you're sure that you don't mind me spending the spring break in Colorado." I was about to tell her that I'd come straight home if she really didn't want me to go, when I stopped myself just in time. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my mother dearly, but I haven't seen Jacob in such a long time!

"Oh, don't worry about it, honey," she says. "I have Rob to keep me company. You just go to Colorado and have fun with Jacob, you've earned it." Rob? Oh, right, her new boyfriend, I remind myself. According to Mom, they were pretty serious. They've been going out for awhile, but when I came home from the Cape after Jacob's accident, they made sure that their relationship was low profile, making sure that the whole relationship thing didn't make me uncomfortable. Of course, back then, I didn't really care what went on around me, I was a mess, I admit, and all my thoughts were on Jacob and how I could have prevented his death.

And when I thought about it, I really could have- prevented his death, I mean. Instead of paying attention to my gut feelings, I was engulfed by the confusion of my nightmares, making me vulnerable to conspiracy. For the longest time, I blamed Clara for Jacob's disappearance. Of course, it was her fault by a margin. Had she not intruded in our vacation, nothing bad would have happened- Jacob wouldn't have gotten lost, and I wouldn't have had to find him with amnesia, and have him look at me as if I were a stranger- a familiar stranger.

"Stacey?" my mom asks a question that I didn't hear.

"Yeah, Mom? Sorry, I was kind of daydreaming. What were you saying?"

She chuckled and says again, "How would you like to meet Rob's daughter? She goes to the Art Institute of Colorado in Denver and she's staying in school for the spring break for some huge showcase."

"Oh, I'd love to meet her!" I say, and I mean it too. Rob had been nice to me when I was out of it, and I appreciated him being there fore my mom when she struggled to search for any signs of life in my body, back when everyone was convincing me that Jacob was "dead".

"I thought you would! I've met her a couple of times, and she's a lovely girl! I think you two would get along pretty well." I smiled at the thought and was about to tell her that I'm sure I would when I was interrupted by the voice in the speaker, calling for everyone who will board the flight from Massachusetts to Colorado.

"I gotta go, Mom," I say instead. "They're starting to board. I'll call you when I get there though, alright?"

"Alright, sweetheart!" she says. "Say 'hi' to Jacob for me, and have fun!"

"Ok, Mom. Love you!" I hang up and walk towards the line of people boarding- with each step, bringing me closer to my one true love.


As I sit on the plane, with my head against the headrest, I think about Jacob- again. I wondered at once whether he would recognize me. After all, he didn't know who I was when I found him two months ago in that horrid camp. Then, I smack myself mentally- duh, of course Jacob knows me. Though, I haven't seen him in over 7 weeks, we've been e-mailing each other everyday, and we would send pictures of each other when a new one is taken. I also sent him some of both of us together back in Hillcrest, to help him remember.

I sigh, wishing the plane would go faster, so I could get this flight over with, and be with Jacob already. The flight from Massachusetts to Denver International Airport is four hours and thirty seconds, then, the flight from there to Eagle County Airport in Eagle is about an hour. I douse the impatience building within me and close my eyes.


"Miss?" the lady next to me says, waking me up from a dreamless nap. "I'm sorry to wake you up, but we've landed."

"Oh, goodness!" I say with a start. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realize- geez, I'm so sorry." I apologize profusely as I feel myself blush instinctively. I get up and out the plane as fast as I possibly could. I only have minutes before I board the jet that will bring me to Eagle County Airport, where Jacob and his parents would be waiting for me.

I exit the terminal and enter another. The airport is filled with glass windows and I look out, taking my first glance of Denver, Colorado. It was beautiful. Far away, I glimpse the Rockies- the white mountainous peaks blinding beneath the afternoon sun. I look out the terminal and saw the plane that I will be riding- it's smaller than the one I just took, but it looks comfortable enough.

Before I knew it, I was boarding the plane and it was flying up above the Rockies. I look out the window and absorb the beauty down below. We're flying high, but I could see the snow-covered pine trees, wishing I could smell the intoxicating scent of pine wood. The plane ride was simply too short- not long enough for me to take everything in, and before I knew it, I was descending on the ground for the second time today. I muse at how the hour passed by so quickly.

When I go out and retrieve my large suitcase from the baggage claim carousel, I feel anxiety creep up, making me shiver- which has nothing to do with the nippiness of my surrounding. I was halfway out of the terminal, dragging my suitcase and a hand-carry duffel bag on my shoulder when my eyes met the most handsome pair of slate-blue eyes across the room- the same pair that had once looked into my own golden-brown ones and read my soul; the same pair that sent tiny tingles down my spine when I met them.

Willing my wobbly knees forward, I start walking towards Jacob, and he meets me halfway with a smile that lights up his handsome face- one that probably mirrors my own. When we're only a couple of feet apart, we just stand there and grin stupidly at each other like couples in soap opera. The more I hold his gaze, the more I need to lean on my suitcase to keep my knees from buckling completely underneath me.

"Stacey!" a voice booms happily, pulling me back to reality. Suddenly, Mrs. Leblanc launches herself at me while her husband takes my suitcase. As Mrs. Leblanc envelops me in her embrace, I feel my duffel bag being pulled from my shoulders gently and see Jacob taking it, though never taking his eyes off me. While, we haven't touched just yet, I feel as though our gazes are intimate in itself, and for now, it will have to do.


"How was your flight, Stacey?" Mr. Leblanc asks as we walk out.

"It was fine, thank you," I say, pulling my coat tightly when the chilly breeze meets me as we exit the airport. Good thing I wore layers, I think to myself. Though it's becoming slightly spring-like in New England when I left, it's still freezing here in Colorado. "I fell asleep on the way to Denver, but the flight going here was far too short."

"Oh, yes!" Mrs. Leblanc cries as she leads me to the car, her arm still around my shoulders. "Doesn't the view from up there just takes your breath away?"

"That's always my favorite part of going to town- mind you, it's not from the bird's eye view, but it's still beautiful." Mr. Leblanc smiles as we stop in front of a black mini-van. While he and Jacob put my suitcase and bag to the back, Mrs. Leblanc takes me aside, so the boys won't be able to hear us, I guess.

"Sweetheart, I'm so glad you could come for spring break!" she gushes. "Mark and I would have let Jacob pick you up himself, but we were afraid that he'd get you both lost."

"Oh, don't worry about it," I say, trying to stifle her embarrassment. "I wouldn't want him getting both of us lost either." I see her beautiful face relieved and I breathe a sigh of contentment. I've always liked Mrs. Leblanc, especially because she reminds me so much of my own mother. She's very motherly in a hip sense of the word, just like my mother.

She smiles at me fondly and squeezes my arm gently. When she was pushing me back to the car, she whispers quietly to my ears, "Jacob is ecstatic to have you too, you know; he's been talking about you nonstop on the way here." I giggle as we approach Jacob and his dad waiting by the car.

Jacob opens the door for me while he stares at my face. I smile up to him and quietly thank him, only to feel my hands itch with the need to touch him. Instead of giving in, I slid in the car, followed by Jacob who sat next to me wordlessly.

The hour ride to Vail was filled with chatter coming from both Mr. and Mrs. Leblanc. They ask me questions, which I unconsciously forget after answering- all my thoughts are filled with the guy sitting silently right next to me. God, I was dying to touch him! If only-

I set aside my thoughts and instead, focus on the beauty outside the window. Everything is covered by fresh snow- bright and blinding beneath the cloudless sky. I touch my necklace of sea-glass bottle, filled with lavender oil and bit my bottom lip. As much as I'm trying to distract myself, I can't help but want nothing more than for Jacob to touch me. He's only about a foot and a half away, and yet, the distance seems like it would take a lifetime to cross.

Finally, after an hour of discomfort we arrive at their house in Vail Village, which was situated atop a hill. It was a huge and very modern one compared to the houses in New England. From the outside, you can see chic curtains framing the many bay windows, which no doubt, overlook magnificent views of the Rockies. I get out of the car and pause to take in, not only the elegance of the house, but also the magnificence of the view from the entrance of the house. As the chilly breeze caress my face and blow my hair about, I close my eyes in content, feeling more peaceful than I've ever felt in a long time.

I take a deep breath- absorbing the purity of nature and cleansing my soul. As I exhale, I feel a strong hand press gently on my back, and I open my eyes. I look up to see Jacob starring deeply into my eyes. We stay like that for the longest time, and it seems like no one else exists besides the two of us. Standing there under the gaze of my one true love, with the cold wind dancing around us, I feel more complete than I've ever had.