Hey everyone. Two updates in one day? I'm awesome. :D
Well, I'm actually at my grandmas right now, (successful wifi hacking skillz) and every time an adult walks by, I have to close out of the Internet Browser. So I've been working on this story for an hour now. I actually am having a lot of fun with Mal and Natara. And this story is getting closer to ending, but not too close. I think ya'll will like the next chapter a lot. I'm trying to add humor. The next chapter will be out tomorrow when I come home from school. I won't spoil any of it, because I actually really like that chapter. It's awesome, in my opinion.
I have to reply to some reviews though. :)
-A bit of a nerd
Oh snap! Haha! And yes, yes I am. It's a great name. (I don't know any football terms. I rarely watch it. The only times I do is when Utah Utes are fighting against BYU. Their games are freakin intense. ((Yes, I live in Utah, you know, the state with weather mood-swings.)) )
-jamz13
I'm sorry about the bad day. I hate those kind of days. I can totally empathize with you. And sweetness about my stories. I love hearing people say that. 'I'm not a faliure!' -That's exactly what I said when I saw my very first review! Haha, I am such a nerd. :D-
-But I Have Promises To Keep
SUCCESS! :D I have to admit, that's one of my more, 'clever' lines. ;) Once more, I try to be funny and successes always make me smile.
And, I know this sounds silly, but I am dedicating this section to my puppy-dog, Gus. If you look on my bio, my picture is him. Gus, though he may be completely brainless at times and doesn't know the difference between sit/lay/or jump, he's the sweetest mutt. He is supposed to be really vicious, but he wouldn't hurt a fly. In fact, he's friends with the birds now. (We got him to stop slaying random birds somehow.) He loves loves loves people and he loved it when my friends came over yesterday. He especially liked Orange Tie. ;) All he wants to do is be your buddy.
A short little reason why this chapter is exactly dedicated to him; A year ago, I was really depressed and mad at my older brother and my younger brothers. I was ready to run off and leave all my problems behind. In other words, I was a wimp. I got so fed up, that I actually did run off, ready to get my parents from a nearby house. (They were visiting some friends) Well, something stopped me and I decided to head back home and sit out in the back. I started crying because, once more, I was fed up. Gus took notice of this, (he hates it when people are sad) and walked over to me and hopped on the bench I was sitting on. He kind of growled at me and licked my face. Normally, I would scold him for getting crap germs all over my cheek, but I was comforted by him. I talked to him all about how I felt and I told him my deepest secrets.
So in this chapter, you'll see a bit of that between Natara and Sasha.
Read and review? -Still drawing a blank on questions, sorry.-
Natara wasn't one who liked commitment, especially in her line of work. People were always dying and she never knew if she would be next.
Later that night, she sat in her hotel room, snuggled against Sasha, who seemed to like Natara's warmth. Ever since their fight, Natara hadn't talked to Mal. It was literally driving her CRAZY! She had ranted to Sasha for the past hour, trying to get her feelings straight on whether she should change her mind about the wedding. Even though Sasha wasn't actually listen, Natara thought she was well into the conversation.
"I really like him," she said, stroking the side of Sasha's face. "I really, really do. He makes me smile when no one else can. I think I agreed to fast though. What do I do, Sasha?"
The dog just yawned and snuggled up closer to Natara. She sighed heavily and stopped talking. When her phone rang, Natara made a quick grab for it, upsetting Sasha. She apologized quickly and opened the phone after reading the Caller ID.
"Mal?" she asked.
"Natara," he replied, his voice filled with sorrow. "I am sorry for snapping at you in the precinct today. I have no clue what came over me."
"No, Mal," Natara said, "I'm sorry. Obviously, you have your own opinion and I didn't respect it. I am so, so sorry."
Mal was silent and Natara could hear the faintest bing in the background. "Natara, are you alright?"
She was a little surprised by this question. "Actually Mal, we really need to talk."
"That doesn't sound good."
"I know it doesn't. How fast do you think you can get here?"
"Would fifteen seconds be okay?" he asked and Natara couldn't help but smile.
"You're here?"
"I had to check on you."
Mal knocked on the door and Natara retrieved it, closing her phone. He stood in his rain-soaked jacket and next to him, in an SFPD bullet-proof vest, was Diggs. Natara smiled and instantly threw her arms around Mal's neck, almost close to tears.
"I am sorry," she said into his jacket and Mal grinned as he pulled her closer.
"You shouldn't be. I was the one who was being a jerk. Natara, I love you so much, and just that little fight hurt me."
"It hurt me too," Natara replied softly.
After their embrace, Natara led Mal to the couch. They sat together, Natara leaning against Mal as he placed his arm around her shoulders. They stayed like that for awhile, both trying to imagine what they should do; what they should say. Natara was the first to speak up.
"I don't think I'm ready to get married Mal," she said, and knew it was the worst news he had ever gotten. He chose not to show it on his face though.
"Really?" he asked.
Natara didn't reply. She was already close to tears. Instead, she watched as Diggs played around with Sasha. In a way, she could definitely see a bit of Mal in Diggs. She didn't find herself in Sasha, though. Diggs protected Sasha like Mal did to her. Diggs gave Sasha comforting kisses, something Mal loved to do to Natara. It was crazy that she was relating Mal to a dog.
"Nat, I...I don't know what to say. Should we cancel the wedding?" Mal asked.
"I don't know." Natara replied softly. "I am just...just worried about the risks."
"I understand," Mal said, looking ahead. "I am worried about the risks too. But if I spend too much time worrying about if I'll live through the night, I won't do the things I love doing. I won't be focused on what I want to achieve, or the girl I want to marry."
"I see what you're saying," Natara responded, "but I am not as strong as you, Mal. It's hard for me to go a day without thinking that it might be my last."
"Natara, you are stronger than most women. You're in the FBI, something men are well known for, not women. You tackle down bad guys and interrogate suspects like none other. You've dealt with several deaths. And most importantly, you're dating me! So saying you're not tough is an insult."
"Sure, I may be tough on the outside, but on the inside, almost every day I almost get to the point when I have a mental break-down. It's really scary, Mal. It's something I'm not used to."
"You've got to remember though, Nat. I will always be here for you, no matter what! I am here to protect you, to keep you safe and sound. I will never let anything hurt you."
"You say that, but do you really mean it?"
"Are you questioning Mal Fallon?"
Natara smiled. "I guess not. So what do we do?"
"I want to marry you, Natara, I really do. But you have a say in this as well. I want to do whatever you want to do."
Natara smiled and snuggled closer to Mal. "Give me a day to think about it, okay?"
"Whatever makes you happy."
