A/N: Hey, I own nothing, bye.

Come

As you are

As you were

As I want you to be

Nirvana filled my ears, failing in an attempt to distract me. Rock n' roll was my tranquilliser. Sure, a dash of weed and cannabis were effective too. But nothing cured me like my music. Only this time, even Kurt Cobain couldn't do so.

Beheading gummy bears seemed to have more of an achievement. The pain subsided a little, but the unwanted ache was still present.

Drama queen.

I'd like to see you keep your patience whilst being trapped on a plane with only the repetitive bursting of your eardrums to keep you company.

First of all; only company? Look around, there's about 45 other people clutching their ears too. Second of all; I have kept my patience, I'm on this plane with you. Hell, I AM you.

Now stop talking to yourself and get off the damn plane; it's landed.

Kind of crazy, I'm more aware of my surroundings than I am. Wow; I sound like an illiterate idiot, or just a regular, capable kid using Auto correct. Whatever, as I said; time to leave this ear-threatening, hell hole. Or maybe thought is a more appropriate term, technically nobody said a thing. I'm just the psychotic teen who argues with her own mind.

Tingles shot through my legs with every stride; it was refreshing to finally feel something. I trudged off the plane, ol' faithfuls screeching as they hit the steps. DM's imprisoning my feet for eight hours, probably not my smartest move.

Honey, none of your moves are smart.

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that; I'm not particularly in the mood to bitch slap myself in a public area.

Hey genius, there's an empty bench; grab it before someone else does.

We've discussed this many times before. No name calling; I'm a sensitive girl. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone but you.

Awrr, I'm touched.

Really?

No, now stop standing there like a lemon and sit your stubborn behind on the bloody bench.

Okay, okay.

I jogged over and claimed it with my bag and apparently, stubborn behind. I patted pockets for my phone, and as if on que, my left thigh vibrated. Charlie's face repeatedly flashed across my screen. I paused before answering, taking in my father's features. The same ones I'll shortly be face to face with, and after too many years, finally in reach of.

Pressing accept; I held the phone to my ear, slightly flinching as the cool metal hit my skin. Surprising, yet soothing. The plane was Africa-hot; too cheap for air conditioning.

"Bells?"

Charlie's voice hummed through the speaker, it felt good to hear it. Don't get me wrong, we keep in contact. But this time's different, he's within walking distance. Just that fact alone turned the corners of my lips.

"Hey Dad"

"Bella!"

I chuckled at the child-like excitement in his tone and mockingly mirrored it.

"Dad! Where are you?"

"I'll come to you, sweet pea. Just describe the area."

"Kay,"

I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. Looking for something noticeable, an object significant enough to bother mentioning.

Twirling around, my eyes fell on a waterfall.

That could work.

"There's a waterfall... ermm, a ginger-bearded man eating a..."

Squinting, I tried to distinguish what it was.

"... a doughnut? No, a pretzel. Come to think of it, it doesn't look like it's meant for eating. Mayb-"

"Bella, I still can't spot you. I see the ginger-bearded man eating a... well, that's peculiar. Why would so-"

Walking backwards, I collided with another. I spun round to apologise but stopped dead in my tracks. Taking in the man before me. The brown eyes; identical to mine. The spreading smile below a familiar moustauche. The uniform, the battered boots, the chief.

He stood with arms folded, shaking his head.

"What are we like, ay Bells?"

I giggled and launched myself into his arms.

I missed this, I missed us. All the memories we made, and all the mess too.

I've been weighing the positive outcomes of my decision against the negative. Whether coming here would harm me more than it healed. Whether he would be proud of what I've become, the choices I've made.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled, just for me.

And with that, I had my answer.

A/N: My first story, thanks for checking it out.

You're probably a little confused, sorry about that. Maybe you'll get my drift later on, depending on how soon I uncover the details.

Updates will be pretty frickin' random. I have a vanilla imagination and no 'get up and go'.

Therefore, I'm unaware of when I will get up and go update.

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