Disclaimer: I don't own SoN or it's character's, just borrowing them for awhile...This is loosely based off a book I read called Montana's Lost Love...so I don't own that either. But I did change it around a lot. Hope you enjoy.
Thanks sweetie for helping me out with this one...
I Won't Give Up ch.3
Sansa, woke up in a panic, sweat covering her whole body. It was the same dream over and over. She was always just out of reach of something or someone that she cared about, and right before she could reach it she'd wake up, always with an urgency that she had to be somewhere, but with no idea where.
She rolled back over and tried to go back to sleep, but it was useless and she knew it. The prince was to be up soon and she needed to be ready. He had a meeting at the US ambassadors and she was to be his date. She snickered at that idea. In actuality she was his personal body guard and had been for the last two years that she knew of.
Sansa's memories were foggy and she could only recall the last three years clearly. The first of her memories, was waking up in a total pitch black place with no lights and loud noises surrounding her. She didn't know what they were at first until she made out voices, and felt someone holding her down telling her to calm down. She didn't even realize she was fighting to get up until then. Just as she started to relax, she jumped and panicked when she felt someone messing with her face and was blinded by bright lights. She tried to shield her eyes from the onslaught of light, only for another brighter light to be shoved in her face. She snarled and yanked the flashlight from the strangers hand and said between clenched teeth.
"If you don't want that shoved where the sun don't shine get it out of my face."
The man standing in front of her looked at her in total confusion until she realized she had spoken in a different tongue then they had. She tried again and again, but he continued to look at her in confusion. Finally she stopped and concentrated on what she wanted to say. It flowed from her as if it was her native tongue.
The man dropped the flashlight and took a quick step back. That was when she heard a snicker on the other side of the bed. She whipped her head in that direction and there beside the bed stood a rather good looking man with a smirk on his face, between two hulking men. He came up to her and introduced himself as well as the two big guys on either side of him.
He told her he was the prince of Salalah and she had been in an induced coma to give her body time to heal.
"How long?" she rasped out.
"For quite sometime." The Prince replied, Sansa just glared at him with her furrowed brow.
He smiled as he patted her on the arm. "Never could get anything past you," he replied "A little over three months." He said as he continued to look her in the eyes as if waiting for her to question him.
She tried to think if any of this seemed familiar, if she could remember what had happened or who she was, but all it caused was excruciating pain to her head. That was when the doctor stepped up to her and asked if she could remember her name.
She tried to think but again the excruciating pain came.
"No." she rasped out
"Do you know what year it is?" The doctor asked.
Again the pain, "No."
"Do you know where you are at?" he asked
"Hospital." she replied and no pain followed.
"Yes, yes very good." said the doctor as he wrote something down on his chart.
Sansa had started to shake and get upset over not remembering anything when the Prince stepped up to her again and told her that her name was Sansa, and she was his personal body guard. As a matter of fact that was how she ended up in the hospital in the first place. She had saved his live, but had nearly lost hers in the process.
"What happened?" She asked
"A bomb." He replied. "Caused a ceiling to collapse on top of you and you covered me with your own body." He said as he switched the weight from one leg to another and a fleeting look of pain passed over his face.
"Are you all right?" She asked.
"Yes," he replied, "just a reminder of that day."
She looked at him confusedly.
He smiled and continued as he gestured to her body up and down and cleared his throat. "You being of such short..." he glanced at her face as she growled. "Ummm, and one being so tall..." he said as he pointed at himself as she growled again. He continued, "Needless to say my foot was crushed and they couldn't fix it 100% , so now I have a limp."
Sansa's face dropped as if she had failed him some how.
"No...no little one. You did not fail. You saved my life. We were the only ones to come out under that ceiling alive, even if just barely." he finished
That was a little over three years ago. Sansa pushed back the covers and plodded to the shower stopping to stare at the complete stranger starring back at her in the mirror. She wasn't horribly disfigured. She had high cheekbones. Her nose was straight to perfection, and her hair was unruly and long reaching to the middle of her back. Her eyes were the only thing slightly familiar to her as they were a greenish brown.
She shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs and turned on the hot water in the shower. She stretched and took off her panties then her t-shirt as she stepped into the shower soaping herself up. She closed her eyes enjoying the feel of her hands gliding over her body, when all of a sudden she saw a pair of sparkling blue eyes right in front of her. She snapped her eyes open and slipped backwards against the shower wall hitting her head. She reached her hand back and felt the lump that was starting to form. She quickly looked around to see if any one was there, but she didn't see anyone or hear anyone moving around in the bathroom. She straightened up, took a couple of deep breaths, and shook her head to clear it. It wasn't that she was afraid, she just didn't want the pain to follow as she tried to remember who those eyes belonged to. She rinsed off the soap and stepped out of the shower. She couldn't seem to stop seeing those eyes. They looked so sad and lost. She had been seeing those eyes for as long as she could remember, but lately she had been seeing them less and less. One day she hoped to know what they meant before she stopped seeing them completely.
When she was going through rehabilitation at the hospital she tried to force herself to remember, but the pain was so intense that it caused her to shut down completely. One time it was so bad that she blacked out and woke up in the hospital bed a week later. No one could explain why she experienced such intense pain or why she couldn't remember but the doctors told her she would remember in her own time.
Since then she stopped trying to force it, but those blue eyes always flashed in her minds eye. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but recently when she saw them they looked so lost. No matter what she did she couldn't remember and she came to the conclusion there was nothing she could do. She sighed as she quickly got dressed and headed out of her room. She stopped in the hallway and tilted her head to a guard standing in front of the Prince's room, which was across from hers. She made a hand gesture and he nodded his head. It seemed the prince had a gentleman caller last night and they were sleeping in.
Sansa made her way towards the kitchen and was met by the cook piling the table with food.
"Sit." She was ordered and she sat.
"Eat." She didn't waste any time shoving the food in her mouth.
"Mmmm, so good." She moaned as a hot cup of coffee was placed in front of her. She took a sip as she starred at the matronly woman standing across from her.
"Stop inhaling your food."
Sansa sat up straight with a smile on her face, just then the kitchen doors swung open and in came Yama, the Prince. He sat down across from Sansa, with one of his guards taking a seat next to him while the other sat next to Sansa.
"If I don't inhale, I won't get any food." she smirked as she looked around the table as the guys started reaching for the food and piling it on their plates. They started elbowing each other to get the last piece of bacon. The cook snickered as she went back to the stove to get another plate of bacon to set down on the table. As she walked over to the sink she through over her shoulder. "Someone would think you people hadn't eaten in a long time."
Sansa looked around the table and they all started laughing.
"Children..." smirked the cook
"Nani.." Sansa said as the old woman passed by, she ruffled her hair with affection. The old woman had taken Sansa under her wing and made her feel a part of the family.
It was a bond that Sansa needed to keep her grounded. Sansa stopped chewing her food and looked at the retreating form, 'Who is looking for me?' she thought, and she felt a twinge in the back of her head, so she changed her train thought to the day she had ahead of her.
She straightened up and asked, "Anything I need to be made aware of?"
Prince Yama straightened up and replied, "Nothing out of the ordinary, just resuming some talks with the United States."
"Ah," Sansa said as she stood up and wiped her mouth. "I'll go and get ready then." She said as she left the kitchen.
"Is it wise to take her with you?" asked the old cook
"If she hasn't remembered in this long, I doubt she'll remember today." he said, "Besides it's not like we'll be running into anyone she knows. The Americans have a huge turn over rate, and I don't even know the name of the General we will be meeting." He wiped his mouth and put his napkin down. "This treaty with the Americans is too important to just miss."
"Who said anything about missing this meeting?" the cook asked, "I just asked if you should take her with you?"
"Do you honestly believe she would let me leave without her?"
A couple of hours later Sansa and the Prince were walking into the US Embassy arm in arm.
Sansa looked around and spotted all the military personnel standing around the waiting area. Suddenly she noticed someone coming in and everyone was snapping to attention and saluting this individual. 'Must be their commanding officer.' she thought. She stumbled as another scene played out in her head, someone was standing in front of her and they were saluting her. She was brought out of her thoughts when the Prince whispered in her ear.
"Sansa, are you alright?" he asked with concern.
She shook her head to clear it.
"Yes." she said
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, tripped over my own two feet." She said as the person at the desk asked them their names and if they knew who they were seeing. The Prince explained who they were and why they were here. They were escorted into a conference room and asked if they would like anything to drink. They both declined.
A few minutes later in walked a military man highly decorated with his head down filling out some paperwork on a clip board. Behind him was what looked like his secretary trying to keep up with him. He stopped at the head of the table and looked up. His eyes widened slightly when he spotted Sansa but otherwise passed over her with little interest. "Prince Beraka Yama Hasied, so nice to see you again." he said as he shook the Prince's hand.
"Ah, as it is also nice to see you my old friend, and didn't I tell you to call me Beraka, or Yama?" asked the Prince before continuing, "I wasn't expecting to see you here again."
The General moved towards Sansa to shake her hand, "And you would be?" he asked
Sansa went stiff as images started going through her mind, until she lurched forward and grabbed the edge of the table. She would have collapsed unconscious to the floor, if it wasn't for the Prince and the General, who both jumped forward and caught her, one on each arm.
"This isn't going to be pretty, is it?" The general asked no one in particular.
Ashley awoke pissed off as she looked around the room she was in. She was laying down on a couch in small room. At first she thought she was in her office and that she must have been dreaming, and Glen would come rushing through the door at any second and tell her he was going out. She continued to stare at the door willing it to open but nothing happened, she shook her head and that was when she remembered everything. She swung her legs over the side of the couch and sat up, and rubbed her face with the palm of her hands. She looked around, but didn't recognize anything, that was when she noticed a door off to the side of the room. It was cracked open slightly and she heard voices.
An infuriated Ashley Davies burst into the General's office, slamming the door shut behind her, and stormed up to the officer's desk.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me!?" she shouted.
The General was cool under fire, every inch the military man from his pressed suit to his buzz haircut. He motioned her to a chair, "Have a seat, Sansa, and calm down."
Ashley gripped the front edge of the desk and leaned forward towards the General, eyes flashing fire, face flushed with anger. "My name is not Sansa, and you damn well know it." she yelled.
"Stand down soldier." The General snapped with authority, 'You're out of line."
"You can't give me orders." Ashley said as her knuckles turned white as she clutched the desk tighter. "My enlistment ended some three years ago." she leaned forward some more and growled, "I no longer take orders from you or the military." she turned her head and glared at the Prince and then back to the General, "You both owe me an explanation."
The General stood to his full height which was a good head and a half over Ashley, and his steel grey eyes zeroed onto her without blinking.
"Here's the way it is," he said with absolute calmness one hand poised over the button on his intercom. "You can either sit down and talk about this quietly, or I'll have you escorted to the brig. Which is it going to be?"
Ashley struggled to reign in her temper. Her entire world had been thrown for a whirl. Taking a deep breath she released the desk and stumbled backwards until her knees hit the chair and she fell into the chair.
The General resumed his seat, but he was still stiff. He eyed Ashley warily, as if expecting her to blow up again.
"When did your memory start to return?" The General asked.
Ashley looked at him like he had lost his mind.
"I mean," the General started, "is, what do you remember?"
Ashley rubbed her head. "Everything came back in a rush, until I saw you I had believed that I was Sansa Alwahle, the personal body guard to Prince Beraka Yama Hasied."
"So, everything came back?" He asked. "All your memories?"
General Parker's tension heightened with his question, and Ashley wondered why her suddenly remembering would affect the commander and put him in a apprehensive state.
The General and the Prince both seemed to lean closer waiting for her answer.
"No sir, not everything. I can't remember the last few days before the bombing."
"Damn!" General Parker exclaimed as he slammed his hand down on the desk making both Ashley and the Prince jump in their seats.
Since her anger didn't get her answers she figured she would try politeness.
"May I use the phone, sir? I have to call my fiancee'."
General Parker shook his head no. "Sorry Davies, you'll have to be debriefed before you can contact anyone."
"But...Spencer..."
"No calls. That's final!"
Ashley slumped forward in her chair. When her memory returned she had thought of Spencer, her eyes as blue as a summer sky. Then she had heard the General and the Prince talking, and she became furious and wanted answers. She had no contact with Spencer before the bomb and she couldn't wait to hear her voice again.
Abandoned by her mother and the death of her father made Ashley feel as if she never truly fit anywhere, that was until she fell in love with Spencer Carlin. Spencer's acceptance of her and all her flaws, Spencer's ability to make her laugh, the dreams and goals they had shared together made her realize that wherever Spencer was, would always be Ashley's home.
"If she's waited these last three years or so." Parker said gruffly, "She can wait a few more hours."
"If..." Ashley said in confusion. "If she waited?" She asked as she glanced sharply at the General. "Doesn't Spencer know I'm alive?"
Parker leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers across his stomach. "You're not going to like what I have to say, but I hope you'll hear what I have to say first, and maybe understand."
"Spencer's okay? Isn't she?" Ashley blurted out.
"As far as we know," Parker said. "but we'll get to her a little later. First, tell me what you remember from before the bombing."
Ashley sat back in her chair and took a deep breath trying to relax. Among her memories was the knowledge the General had his own way of operating, so Ashley figured she would have to allow him to go at his own pace. As much as she wanted to know about Spencer, and to place that call, to hear her voice, to reassure herself that all was well at her home, her heart, she'd have to answer Parker's questions.
Ashley closed her eyes and tried to remember.
"My last memory before the bombing was the day you met with Glen Carlin and me to alert us to a possible attack. You feared an inside job, and you wanted us to identify that person or persons."
"I was right, the attack was an inside job." Parker rubbed his chin. "That meeting was almost ten days before the bombing. That's a huge gap, you don't remember anything after that?"
"My next memories are of the hospital, and doctors, and Prince Yama." As she said that she gestured towards the Prince. "But Glen can tell you everything about those missing days before the attack. You know how closely we worked together."
General Parker grew still and somber, "I'm afraid Glen can't tell us anything."
A feeling of dread came over Ashley. "Why not?"
"Carlin's dead."
Struck with grief Ashley sank deeper into her chair and closed her eyes, but even that couldn't block out the pain. She forced herself to meet Parker's gaze. "Killed in the bombing?" she asked.
Parker shook his head. "No...assassinated."
"What?" The response took Ashley by surprise, and she jerked to an upright position.
Parker rose from his chair, and circled around to the front of his desk and perched on its edge in front of Ashley. "The day of the bombing Carlin was at the market. He called me and told me to clear the building, said he would fill me in later."
The General's expression was grim as he stared out the window that over looked the endless desert. "We began the evacuation immediately, but we didn't have enough time to get everyone out. The bomb blew inside the embassy, it was most definitely an inside job. Those closest to the ambassador's office suffered the highest casualties."
Ashley nodded her head. She couldn't remember the event, but she did read the articles of the explosion after wards. Over a hundred had died that day, and hundreds more had been wounded.
"In the days that followed," Parker said, "I had momentarily forgotten about Carlin, but his body was found two days later by a couple of kids in a deserted alley. He had been shot in the back of the head. The autopsy report stated he had been dead for two days before he was found."
"So, he never had a chance to tell you what he had learned about the terrorists or who was the inside person?" she asked
"No, so you see we were hoping you would remember something no matter how small."
"And I lost my memory and couldn't name the traitor for you either."
The general nodded, "That's why we forged you a new identity as Sansa Aliwahli. The Prince gave you a home and a job as his personal bodyguard in his palace. We wanted to keep you safe until you could remember."
"But that's not right," Ashley barked out. "I've been living openly in Salalah and wandering freely throughout the city ever since my rehabilitation from my injuries. Anyone from the embassy would have recognized me."
General Parker's old eyes filled with sadness. "Have you looked in a mirror since your memories returned?"
Ashley shook her head.
Parker pointed to another door off his office. "You'd better take a look then."
Ashley shoved up out of the chair and entered through the door to discover it was a bathroom. Bracing herself against the sink thinking she would be deformed in some way, she looked up and a complete stranger was staring back at her, well all except the eyes, those were her eyes. She looked closely and discovered that that was all that was familiar, her pert nose was gone, to be replaced by a straight sculpted nose, her cheek bones more pronounced. All in all the face staring back at her was Sansa's Aliwahli's face, the women she thought she was for the last three years.
Shaken she stepped out of the bathroom. "What the hell have you done to me?" she demanded
"Sit down." Parker said as the General returned in full force, with his rough tone filled with compassion. "You've had a shock."
Ashley sank into the chair and ran her hands over her unfamiliar face as if searching for her old one.
"Was this change on purpose?" she asked
"Not exactly."
Ashley raised an eyebrow in question. "What do you mean not exactly?"
The General rubbed a hand over his hair. "Right after the bombing the triage doctors had given you up for dead. That's when the Prince, stepped in and took over."
"Yama? Why?" she asked as she looked at the Prince.
"You saved my life, if you hadn't of rushed me from that office and closed those doors behind us, I would have been killed. You were between me and the blast, your body took the brunt of the explosion, then the ceiling collapsed on top of us, and yet again you saved my life." The Prince put his hand on Ashley's shoulder. "I still owe you so much more."
Here Parker cleared his throat. "Within minutes of the bombing he had his security there and they rushed you and him to the trauma unit at a local hospital. The Prince refused to accept the triage teams assessment of you, and he knew the local hospital would not refuse him. They prepped you and tried to stabilize you and when they got as close to stabilizing you as they could, the Prince flew you, him and his personal physician, in his private jet to the best hospital in this region, where a crack team of emergency doctors finally stabilized you."
"That still doesn't explain my face."
"The force of the explosion smashed your face."
Ashley winced. "I don't recall that hospital."
"You wouldn't, you were in and out of consciousness and pumped full of pain killers. Once your condition improved the Prince had you moved yet again, this time to Switzerland. He hired the best reconstructive surgeons in the world to rebuild your face."
Ashley's frustration flared. "If they were the best, why don't I have my face?"
Prince Yama, replied. "With a few more operations, you can have your old face back."
The General butted back in. "But once we realized your memories were gone, we decided to leave you with a different face, and a new identity, for your own protection. You're probably not aware of it but even your voice is different, caused when your vocal chords were seared by the heat of the blast."
"We, who's we?" Ashley asked.
"The head of our operations at the Pentagon. He wants to nail the traitor and his friends responsible for the bombing. You are our best hope for that." he finished.
"What..." Ashley cleared her throat. "What did you tell Spencer Carlin?"
Reluctant to face her the general walked to the window and clasped his hands behind his back. "We told her you were dead."
"You had no right to do that!" Ashley yelled as she jumped to her feet.
The General spun to face her, his eyes flashing. "If she had not believed you dead, she would have been in danger. The terrorists could have tried to find you through her. Then they could have killed her thinking you had told her something."
Ashley's world broke again. For over three years, Spencer thought her dead. Had she been mourning her this whole time, or was she able to continue on with her life and find another? She could have children...
Her anger flared at the traitor. Losing her identity was one thing, to lose Glen another, but losing Spencer was too high a price to pay.
Parker's expression softened, "I'm sorry, Sansa, telling her you died, was the only way to keep the both of you safe and alive."
"Why do you keep calling me Sansa? My name's Ashley."
"Ashley Davies is a dead woman." he responded.
"But I'm not..." The General's implication finally struck home. "You think they are still looking for me?"
General Parker shook his head. "Ashley Davies death was officially reported. She received honors and a commendation for bravery above and beyond the call of duty, posthumously of course. So there's no reason for anyone to doubt that Ashley Davies is dead...as long as you remain Sansa Aliwahli."
Stunned Ashley said nothing.
"As Sansa Aliwahli, with Ashley Davies memories." General Parker added, "You can be of great service to your country."
"How's that, sir?"
"I've said too much already." General Parker reached for his phone. "I'm booking you a seat on the next transport to the states. There's someone at the Pentagon who wants to talk to you."
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Bradley gazed at the busy intersection in Miami, Florida. The wheels spinning in his brain as he tried to piece together what his informant at the Embassy in Salalah had called to tell him.
Sansa Aliwahli, who worked as Prince Beraka Yama Hasied's bodyguard, but it was rumored they were much more than just employee/employer. She had also been injured in the embassy blast along with the Prince, and he had spared no expense to make sure she survived. Bradley shook his head, why would the Prince waste the money on such a woman when he could have any woman at the snap of his fingers? Why then had she been flown out of the country on a private military transport and headed for Washington, D.C.?
This morning he had gotten a call from his Pentagon informant, Sansa had been taken directly to the Pentagon. Why would they take an interest in Sansa? Was it just a coincidence? Why the sudden rush to get her to the states?"
He didn't have the answers and that put him on edge, and he hated to be on edge.
Odds were that it had nothing to do with locating his terrorists cell, but he couldn't be careless. His attention to the littlest unimportant details had kept him alive so far, and he couldn't be reckless now, not with his plans for the next attack almost ready to be put into action.
He would wait for his informant, then he would learn all he could about Sansa Aliwahli. If she was a threat to him and his cell he would have her eliminated.
He smiled as he thought of this. Death was always the easiest way to tie up loose ends. His smile got turned into a smirk as he hit the gas and squealed the tires as he left the intersection in a cloud of smoke.
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A month after Aiden Dennison's unwelcome visit, Spencer gazed out across her class room. Summer was fast approaching. June, the month her and Ashley were to be married, if she had lived. In the last couple of years summer had been a struggle for her. It always brought back her pain and the loss. Only her adorable little baby girl helped her to survive.
No matter how hared she tried to pick up the pieces and move on she couldn't bring herself to accept Ashley's death. Losing Glen had devastated her and her parents, but at least they had had closure with him. They had found his body.
The first she had heard of the bombing was with the arrival of the Marine officers and a chaplain's arrival on their porch to inform them of the deaths of Glen and Ashley. Maybe if they had found her body...maybe if she could have buried something besides an empty casket...maybe then she could accept it, and move on with her life.
As things stand now, some three years later after Ashley's death she still felt connected to her by some slim indestructible thread that she couldn't let go. Her stubborn heart refused and insisted on waiting for a ghost of a woman that her brain told her would never return. She couldn't move forward until she could free herself from the past, but the past just wouldn't let her go.
"Spencer? Got a minute?"
She glanced up with a start to see Kayla Davies formerly Kayla Woods, standing in front of her desk. "Sure, just give me a second to straighten up."
Kayla Davies came to town to look for a sister that she didn't know she had. It was all the family she had since her mother had died. Her mother's will informed her of her half sister Ashley Davies, and that she had a huge inheritance from a man that she never knew. She arrived not one week after the news of Ashley's death, but she had been a godsend to this small town. Not knowing what to do the town quickly embraced her and made her a part of the community as well as part of the Carlin household.
Spencer had come to depend on the strong independent woman, as a friend and a sister, who's eyes looked so much like looking into Ashley's, Spencer shook her head to clear it.
Smiling eyes looked at her in sadness. "You were lost in thought." Kayla stated.
Spencer stood from her desk, "Yes, end of school burnout. I'm ready for a vacation."
"You and everyone else." Kayla said with a warm grin. "How about we have dinner tonight?" she asked, "We can celebrate the end of another school year." She said with a twinkle in her eyes. "And feed the gossip mill of our undying love for each other."
"Maybe another night, right now I hear a bath tub of hot water calling my name." Spencer said with a smile.
"Okay, no problem." Kayla responded. "Just don't want Aiden Dennison causing you any more problems."
"How did you hear about that?"
"Your mom told me a few weeks back, and I meant to ask you about it but..." she opened her arms.
"Yes, no I understand. The end of the school year." Spencer nodded with understanding. Her mother had been trying to get her and Kayla together, telling her that she didn't want her alone. She had loved Ashley like a daughter but it was time for her to move on.
"Dad put the fear of god into Aiden." she said, "He's nothing but a bully full of hot air."
Kayla shook her head, her eyes worried, "Rumor has it he caused a few fights up in Dallas. He would have been home earlier if he wasn't serving time in prison for a fight over a woman."
"I'll be careful, I promise."
"I just worry."
Spencer heard the warmth and caring in Kayla's voice, and was almost tempted to start something with her, but she didn't love her that way and wasn't sure she ever would.
"You still miss her, don't you?" Kayla asked
Spencer nodded her head as she was too choked up to say anything.
Kayla squeezed her hand gently. "She was your first love, you'll always miss her, but you need to move on, for your sake as well as your daughter's."
"I know," Spencer said as she forced a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow night for graduation."
Kayla squeezed her hand again and left the room.
Spencer was cleaning the top of her desk when she heard foot steps at her class room door, at first she thought it was Kayla again, she turned towards the door but the shape was of another woman slightly taller standing in the doorway. The shape was back lit with light so she couldn't see the person's face. Her pulse quickened in anticipation, she became dizzy with hope. When she finally found her voice she asked, "Ashley? Is that you?"
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Here it is guys, sorry it's been so long, but I couldn't get the story the way I wanted it, so I had to go back and change part of the last chapter so that it would mesh with this one...hope you enjoy it, please review...
