The Best of Friends

Trials and tribulations test a friendship...

Started on: 13.apr.2007
Finished on:

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise belongs to Southern Star (and I guess still) Channel Seven. Anything you don't recognise belongs to me.
Song Credits: 'Best Friends' by Angela Via.
Dedication: To Sam! Who always comments on my fics (well, most of them :P), and the one who doesn't get frustrated or sick of my constant e-mails (LOL!!)
Author's Note: I was sitting down eating breakfast this morning and came up with the idea to write a fic based on...well, I'm not going to tell you! I've read a short unfinished fic based on the possibility of this couple, and to be honest, I quite liked the idea...so, this fic goes through the trials and tribulations of these two best friends (both Heelers, of course!) and how the strength and friendship from each other forms...okay, I'm saying too much now! A bientôt et apprécier!

Part 1

Most of the time, you can be strong. You can have radiating strength; you feel like you can save the world. You feel like you have everything; a job, a wife, a place to live, an income, food to eat, clothes to wear, maybe a little kiddy or two down the track.

But when one or two of those things get pulled away, it feels like a part of your heart gets ripped out as well. When part of your dreams gets dissolved, that part of hope gets dissolved too.

I hopped in the car, trying to get my eyes focused on the papers I had in front of me. I couldn't believe what I was reading. How could this happen, I didn't know. I thought this was a 'stage', but obviously I was wrong. I could've went to Chris and asked for a six-pack to numb this pain, but something stopped me from doing just that, and instead the hands that were controlling the car took me another way.

I went up to the door and knocked on it. I heard a voice inside, and soon that voice was formed into a body as she opened the door. I tried holding back the tears, and I did; just. I just wanted to scream, but I couldn't, just yet.

"Wayne?" the voice said. I stood there, still numb, not registering to anything.

"Wayne…are you alright? You look like a truck has run you over!" said the angel voice with a light-hearted laugh. I wanted to smile to…I was at my best friend's house, wasn't I?

"Mags…can I…can I come in?" I finally managed to say. I felt a tear run down my cheek. I couldn't stop them now.

"Sure…sure, come on in," the angel voice said. She didn't even make me take my shoes off, something she would've normally asked me to do and I would've done in an instant. Instead, she just puts her arm around me and ushers me inside. I sat down and put my head in my hands.

"Mags…" I start saying, but a lump forms in my throat and the tears slowly start squeezing themselves out of my eyes.

"Shh…it's okay, you don't need to say anything just yet…" that calming, reassuring voice says. She takes my head in her arms and I lay there on her shoulder and let the pain resound out like ice-water breaking. My sobs are long and dragged; I can't keep them in any longer.

Anytime you need a friend, you can count on me;
Anytime you're having doubts, you know I will believe.
Even through thick and thin, no matter where or when;
On me you can depend -
We are best friends.

Times goes by, and we are still there; my head on her shoulder, my tears running down and making her shirt damp. I should be the one doing that! I should be the one taking her head on my shoulder and letting her dampen my shirt! Why am I the weakened one? My thoughts run wild. But no matter how much I try to let them convince me, my broken heart covers them and I continue to cry.