Hello everybody. I've posted a few fan fictions here, but this is the first SMACKED one. I'm so happy! I need to say I do love Mac and Stella. I'm sure they love each other. What makes me angry is that they know it too.
I finished to watch 6x24 at 11 p.m. I finished to write this story at 1 a.m.
Enjoy it.
A fool
FOR COMING HERE
- When is the plane leaving? - she asked in a whisper.
He looked up to her.
- I thought we could take the one that leaves tomorrow morning. Do you agree? -
She nodded and then turned the head to watch the Greek road and nature and sky as they passed by.
She was hurt.
She was sad.
And she was the only thing he could think about. He realized it the moment his hand started searching for hers and then met it. If he had been in front of her, he would have noticed something turning on in her eyes. A sparkle, maybe. A butterfly. A hope.
- It's okay - she murmured, while he was stroking the skin of her hand.
Stella had no doubt their friendship was one of the most important things in her life. It was one of the things that light her life up, to be honest. But it was a curse, too. They were friends. They perfectly knew and respected each other. They were rocks standing one for the other. And so why did they have to ruin everything? Why did they need to risk to break their equilibrium with love? Rationally there was no need. No must. But the result was a good friendship between two incomplete hearts.
They stopped walking because they'd come to her room in the "Drakos" hotel. Her thoughts vanished along with the eco of her footsteps and she smiled a little.
- So I think I need to thank you, Mac. Again. -
She looked embarrassed. His eyes narrowed in the way he used to have them, to observe people. And that night, in Greece, where he'd come to follow Stella Bonasera, he was observing her.
- Thank you for coming here … -
Her green eyes, usually so happy, were serious now, they looked greyer, they looked like grass on which water has fallen. Then they fall themselves and she wasn't staring at him anymore. Carefully, he lifted up his hand. He touched her skin. Her cheek was smooth, whitish, calming. When she looked up to him again, he saw tears in her eyes; the supervisor added a hand to her face. He pulled her close.
- It's okay, Stella, it's okay. - he whispered.
She let him hug her and placed her forehead onto his chest. She sighed.
They lingered in that position some minutes and then came her sobs. When he heard the first, his heart skipped a beat. He closed his eyes. His hand hesitated up in the air, a few centimeters above her head. He finally touched it and she started crying.
There were so many things she was crying for. That day in Greece. The truth about her teacher and his brother. The end of that terrible story. And the feeling she had kept in her heart for such a long time. Was it worth to live a life like that? Was it worth to see Mac everyday at work knowing that he was just a colleague? How far were they going? No, they weren't going on. They were stuck at miles and years before.
Slowly her head came up. His hand fell down, next to his side. Her fingers reached his neck and sort of circled it. Her eyes were reddish now, wet too. Her teeth were penetrating her lower lip. She let a breath go and kissed him. Their lips rested one onto the other and then, imitating their body, they started to move. She cupped his face, he placed his hands on her sides and pulled her tight against him.
Some gasps eluded their mouths, than they started walking. She felt the wooden door behind her back and tilted the head. She gave him the key and he opened it.
They got inside.