Hey there! I am alive. :)
I found this collection of Mike and Sully's "firsts", naturally based on the show and I decided to give them a try. So, this is the first chapter.
First thing first: as everyone remember, I am italian, so I am translating my stories. If you find some mistakes - and you will! - please be gentle, I'm trying! ;) If someone wants to help me, I would be really glad.
And last, for those who stille interested in Never want more... I'm working on the third (?) chapter. It's been a lifetime, I know. Shame on me!
enjoy!
FIRSTS GLIMPSES
Sometimes, Dr. Michaela Anne Quinn seriously thought she would have preferred being a man: being a woman was the reason behind all the problem in her life. For example, in that moment she wouldn't have been in front of a little church, right in the middle of wild Colorado, in front of the strange expression of Reverend Timothy Johnson.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand: the telegram says Michael Quinn!". The Reverend wiped his hands with a duster, looking at the strange woman. She was from Boston, if he remembered correctly; she wore a tiny travelling – dress looking really expensive, her hair under a little hat matching the dress. Hats like that, in Colorado Springs, could be seen only in church, at Sunday.
"I believed I spelled it clearly", Michaela replied with resolution, and even with a little bitterness. "Not Michael but Michaela; my father was expecting a male"
"Me too", the Reverend said. Before Michaela could answer back, he added: "This way, Miss…".
Michaela followed the Reverend starting feeling better: maybe he was accepting she was a female… or better, a doctor. This case wasn't any different from the others: her main problem wasn't her being a female; in Boston, the last Dr. Josef Quinn's daughter was one of the prettiest – even the most beautiful – girl in town. Plus, she was smart, sweet and well mannered. She can delight eyes and mind in men. Her problem was her degree in medicine and her stubbornness in wanting to practice.
Suddenly, Michaela noticed that walking in Colorado Springs was quite different from walking in Boston. But, attracted form a group in the meadow, she asked to the Reverend. There were some soldiers, a few Indians and a strange white man with a red blanket wrapped on his shoulders. She couldn't see more because slipped and fall face in the muddle. Feeling extremely embarrassed, she stands right away, with a little help from the dismay Reverend. She certainly doesn't believed that the group saw her falling, neither that strange man's eyes lingering on her a few extra seconds…
"This is outdated, Mr. Bray".
Michaela removed the banner "No dogs or Indians" from the notice – board at the store. All that happened right away was too sudden: he soldier ripped the piece of paper from her little, white hand, telling her to mind her own business. A tomavak planed on the the banner, breaking it in two almost perfect halves. A shot, then a wolf growled. And him.
That man, again.
It takes some moments, after which, Michaela has everything again under control. With her oblivious charm, she placed her own banner on the notice – board: "M. QUINN M.D. Permanent lodgings – also suitable for medical practice".
She turned 180 degrees and she met that man's eyes. They were so close. So intense. So big and blue, and she suddenly felt deeply shake.
Well – she sure was pretty. Real pretty. Sully had never seen a woman prettier. But he doesn't want to believed to the sensation he was feeling.
Still – had never seen two eyes like that. The right hazel, ant the left green. Incredible, despite the look of her face: serious, worried, stern.
They were two emeralds, two waterholes in the dew of morning.
Sully would never forget those eyes.