Author: Ashley Marie aka AbayJ
Rating: T for language
Disclaimer: All characters belong to ABC and All My Children, the song Not Over belongs to Daughtery.
Genre: Angst/Drama/Songfic/Four Shot/Complete/Friendship
Fandom: KenLee
Archiving: Of course, just ask.
Summery: Greenlee doesn't want Kendall and her relationship disappear.
Author's Note: My second AMC fic and second KenLee songfic. This follows from 8/15 episode.
Author's Note Two:The last chapter as A LOT of dialogue, more then the previous chapters. As I said in Chapter Three, I felt these characters had to get all of this out. It's not terribly long, at least I don't think so. Just a lot of dialogue.
Author's Note Three: I just wanted to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this story. It has mean a lot to me and I'm glad you all have enjoyed this piece of fiction. To be honest, of all my stories, I believe this has been my favorite. It is also one which I completed and feel very proud of. I hope if I write another piece of fiction like this, I get the same support! Thank you for all your kind words.
Part Four: Not Over
I was blown away
What could I say
It all seemed to make sence.
Your takin away everything
And I can't do without.
"I…I don't know but what were you thinking trying to get in to that chair by yourself?" I ask, making this about her, it was easy that way. It was a game we had played often, one that seemed to work at this moment as well.
"Trying to see you." She says after a few moments, looking up at me and I look back. Running a hand through my curly hair.
"Greenlee, have…haven't we caused each other enough pain?" I ask, realizing I shouldn't have been here either.
"What's your excuse then?" She mummers, making myself question it again. Because she was right.
Watching her struggle into a sitting position I clamped down the urge to go help her. Neither of us were ready for the other's ones touch. It was to soon. "I…Guilty conscious I guess." I say simply. Turning around and moving to stare out the window that was in her room. It was the almost exacted same view I had in Spike and Ian's room.
I could see her refection in the glass though, the darkness outside making it clear. "I see, well I'm fine. I'm fine and that means you can go."
I try to see the good in life.
The good things in life are hard to find.
We're blowin away, blownin away
Can we make this something good?
Her words were dripping with sarcasm and hurt. Hurt I had put there, but she had put the same hurt inside of me. In ten folds. I should be okay with walking out that door and never turning around. Taking a steadying breath, I turn back around.
"This may seem like something crazy to say but I wanted to let you know I'm happy you're okay too." I mummer, the words falling out of my mouth.
"Yeah, I'm sure you are." Her voice was cold now and I knew she was hiding behind a guarded cell, one that I used to be able to get pass. It was much to late for that now. "And don't worry, I told Jackson it was my fault."
"Who…what was your fault?" I ask quickly. Not sure which of the problems that were stopping and blocking our friendship. We had to many, way to many and none of them seemed as if they could ever be repaired.
"The stabbing." I look at her as the words come out and shake my head.
Well I'll try to do to it right this time around
It's not over,
Try to do it right this time around
It's not over
But a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killin me
But your the only one
It's not over.
"I…I don't need you to protect me." And I don't deserve it. I had to myself silently because I didn't. I had been cruel to her, though, I did have a right. Stabbing a woman in cold blood didn't make anything better.
"No, I know…but no…no matter how much we fight it….You're my sister…you're the one piece of family that never gives up on me or at least you didnt used too. And you're the one person that knows the real me. I…I couldn't…I couldn't let you go down for something that was my fault."
I've taken all I can take
And I cannot wait
We're wastin too much time
Bein strong, holdin on
Can't let it bring us down
The look on Kendall's face was something that if we weren't in this place, would have been hilarious but we were in this place. We weren't the same and the face made me want to cry. Because she looked as if she didn't believe it. She had that right though but I meant every word. She was my sister, she was the woman who never gave up on me even though she knew me better then anyone.
"Close you mouth. It's not a pretty sight." I get out, because it hurt to much to stare at her like that.
She just sighs and looks up a the ceiling. Shocked to see a smile play at her lips. "Always a smart ass bitch." She says and I just shake my head.
"That's me!" I say with a enthusiastic cheerful voice, which sounded anything but proud or happy.
My life with you means everything
So I won't give up that easily
Blowin away blowin away
Can make this something good?
Cause it's all misunderstood?
"Stop." She says, the smile disappearing and her face growing serious again. Obviously thoughts running through her head. Ones I wasn't sure I really wanted to know. It was easier not too. It was less painful that way.
"Why?" I ask softly. "Isn't it easier this way, both of us being bitches and pushing each other away?" I ask her and cross my arms against my still sore chest.
"I didn't come to start a fight." Her words pierce me and I shake my head again. It didn't matter. This was a mistake, her here, no matter how much I wanted it, was a mistake. I wanted to make everything better but at the same time I knew there was no chance of it.
"I know, you came here to see how I was doing." I say quietly and look at the door. "And once again, I'm fine so you can leave." I mummer and lean my head back on the bed. I was so conflicted. I wanted her to go because I knew that was what was best and at the same time, I couldn't bear to watch it.
"You…You're right." I bite my lip as I hear and turn my head to the side. "But I'm not fine." Her voice sent more spikes throught my already pained body but I keep my head averted, staring at the wall. "And neither are you Greenlee."
Well I'll try to do to it right this time around
It's not over,
Try to do it right this time around
It's not over
But a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killin me
But your the only one
It's not over.
I think of denying it, saying she was wrong but I couldn't. Because she was right. I wasn't alright. Physically I knew I'd heal but mentally, well that I doubt would ever happen. "Stop it, just go Kendall." I say, pratically screaming out the words. Because none of this would help. It wouldn't, it would just prolong the pain. And there had already been to much of that.
"Not until you tell me you can watch me walk out that door." Her voice was louder and I could smell her familar scent. Knowing she stood right over me on my bed. I wanted to give her what she wanted. "And feel good about it." She added.
Looking up at the sky, I ask for the guidance Leo had promised to give me in my dream or after life experience. Whatever it happened to be. When I got nothing, I thought I had been a fool to believe in some stupid dream could have been the real thing.
"Greenlee?" Her voices asks and I look at the wall, looking at the flowers which my father had brought in early. A balloon was attached the vase. One I hadn't noticed before which had some stupid saying on it. It said Love. On the back I was sure said You.
You can't let this get away
Let it out, let it out
Don't get caught up in yourself
Let it out.
"No." I say quietly. Still looking at the balloon in the mirror. The damn thing I hadn't noticed until just now. "You know I couldn't feel good about loosing you." Maybe that was sign that I had been asking for. I wasn't sure though. Turning back around, I looked at Kendall.
"I wouldn't be but what does that change Kendall, can you forgive me really?" I ask her softly and take a breath.
Her eyes fall on me again and with a sigh, she shakes her head because she knew I was right. "That's what I mean. It doesn't change anything and I doubt it will, so why do this to each other?" I ask softly.
"Because we're family." She answers simply and I sigh again.
Let's start over
Well try to do to it right this time around
Its not over
But a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killin me
But your the only one
It's not over.
"Yes but we'll never be the way we were. We'll never be sisters the way we once were." I mummble and sit up again, leaning forward a bit and take the risk of grabbing her hand. I was surprised when she didn't jerk it away from me.
"Who said we have to be the way we were?" She whispers and sits down next to me. Our hands still clasped together. "Greenlee, it doesn't change anything, but I love you and you love me. I was blind not to see that before this got so out of hand but I want to change. I want us to work on it."
I look at her, shocked to the core and at the same time happier then I've been in a long time. Because if she meant that, then I would have a chance to get my best friend and sister back. "Are you…are you serious?" I ask softly and she only nods. I can't stop myself from going into her arms and hugging her with everything in me. The pain unnoticed as I did.
"I love you Greenlee, the good, bad, and ugly." She mummers and pulls back from me. "Part of me wants to walk away and never look back, but the other part of me says this can't be over. We mean to much to each other." She whispers and puts a hand to my face.
"I know…and I'll do whatever I had to gain your trust and forgiveness back Kendall." I mummer and she nods.
"It'll take a lot." she whispers again and I nod. Leaning forward.
"As long as we're not over, nothing could be that hard." I tell her and hug her fiercely and when I felt her arms around me, I sighed. "We're not over." I whisper and we just held each other. A few pieces of our broken hearts were healing piece by piece.
Lets start over
Its not over
This love is killin me
But your the only one
It's not over
The End…
Author's Note Four: I really hoped you enjoyed this story! I had a ton of fun writing for it! I hope the end was what you wanted or expected as well.
