Hello readers
I didn't know how this would work out asI had not written a line since my coma. I thought it would be easy but it was not. My typing skills are not what they use to be not always remembering where the letters are on the keyboard. Also I keep forgetting things that I've always known, for example trying to remember Harry's last name I kept drawing a blank and I had to surf the internet to find out what it was. If it wasn't so ridiculous it would be funny.Finally I would think of a plot linefor the story and would go on that path in my mind to discover that I had forgottenhow it started. Very frustrating and again kind of funny. It made me laugh to see how selective my brain with its memory little holes. I remember that Canadian citizenship, the first ever given was in 1947, but can't remember the name of the street next to the one where I live. Pretty funny. I will try to keep on going and see if things get easier.
On an other tangent, It's really weird but instinctively I knew what a coma felt like. Now that I've gone through one, I've realized that everything Ii wrote about Ruth's coman was pretty dead on. I heard people around me but couldn't do a thing. I have nerve damage because nobody really knew how important it was to move me during my coma, but I had Harry move her legs and arms. It's really creepy how accurate I was. The only thing I did not write about, never imagine would happen in a coma, wasthe weird and I mean really weird dreams I had. I'm talking of smoke detector transforming into Hindu gods weird. Don't ask me I don't know anymore than you do.
In this chapter at first I was into the soft and romantic side of things, it's a wedding after all,but then I kept cutting and cutting parts because I wasn't into it. This should have been the conclusion of the wedding but I will have to go for another chapter yet. I'm interested in settling the life of characters I liked in a nice little packet with a bow on it.
I finally suggest that you read chapter 24 before reading this one. They are just the same chapter but it would have been to long to be posted as such. So 24 first then to 26.
So I hope you enjoy my efforts and please leave me you feed backs.
Chapter 26
HARRY:
Here comes Catherine, my beautiful daughter. I hope she knows how much I love her. I don't show my feelings easily but I'm getting better at it. I want to make sure that they know how I feel about them. Ruth more so.
I tell her I love her every day. Made a promise to myself that I would. I tell my children too, whenever we meet. I could never say the words to anybody else, but these three people are the most important in my life and they know where I'm coming from. They know I love them and how against my nature it is for me to say the words.
Wow... She's… She's a vision of beauty. Breathe Harry, breathe. Don't cry, you'll make a fool of yourself.
She's a Goddess, a mythological beauty. Her dress is the color of her eyes that shy blue that has become my favourite colour. Her shoulders are bare, the top is corseted while the skirt flows down in a shower of chiffon. My wedding gift to her, pales in comparison to her eyes as they sparkle like no precious stone ever could. I'm never forgetting this moment, until the day I die I'll remember her at this moment, coming to me. She looks regal and amazingly beautiful.
She"s bewitching.
I want her so much I can taste it. I want to hear her sigh as I caress her skin; I want her to scream my name as I'm moving inside her.
Hell bells… Margaret Thatcher… dirty bombs… Islamic Jihad… Russian deal… Americans. Stupid cock. Get down, back under control. Don't and I'll have to use the pass I only got back. A hard on in front of everyone is not appropriate.
For God sake's, not that song. I'm doomed… This is not fair, it's too much. Margaret Thatcher. Dirty bombs. She loves that song. Americans, Been playing it for weeks at home. Americans… Oh… there's no point.
We made love to that song.
The day we met
Frozen, I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew that I found a home
For my heart beats fast
She was a breath of fresh air that came into my life, bubbly and completely bonkers. The day I met her, I fell under her charm. She was so eager to connect with the team. She was like no women I've ever met. I didn't know her, didn't know why, but I was attracted to her that very day. I wanted her. Not my first time wanting to give into physical attraction. It was lust at first sight and yet I felt something more.
With time she changed and so did my feelings for her. Things got to her and she lost some of her 'spunk', her 'joie de vivre'. It saddened me at the time. I wanted to make her smile again the way she did early on. That's when I realized it was too late for me; I was already in love with her. Her beauty, her brain, her heart, as I was discovering different sides of her, I feel in love a little more until I couldn't spend a day without thinking of her. Then l I lost her.
RUTH:
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I fell in love with him over time. On my first day I liked his looks, his voice and his eyes. After months of working together my feelings evolved, but I didn't have the courage to admit that I had fallen in love with him. More so to myself. Months became years and first thing I knew he was everything to me. I wanted to be with him, take care of him, protect him and then I had to leave. Climbing on that boat was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. In that single moment, when I kissed him, I knew he loved me, really loved me. The way he dipped into the kiss, his shoulders lifting with his breath as if he wanted to melt into my body, to join me so a part of him could leave with me.
His silhouette getting smaller as the boat took me away from him… I felt my heart break.
HARRY:
I lost her once to protect her protecting me… The second time, the 24 hours I thought she had died. This is and will always be the worse day I've ever lived. I fell in the darkest of places, so much pain that hell seemed like liberation. I tremble at the thought of what I could have done because she wasn't with me, would never be. Once I found out she was alive, I would have waited ten thousand years for her to come back to me. I'd have died every day, waiting for her love to give me life again.
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
But I got her back and I'm never letting go again. I swore to myself the day she opened her eyes that I would do anything to protect her because it would mean to protect myself. I would do anything not be left howling in the desolate wilderness that would be my life without her.
She's mine, my beloved, my wife.
One step closer
RUTH:
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
I have waited for you for so long Harry Pearce. I've loved you from afar, scared of letting my heart show itself to you. I dreamed the love of my books, the glorious giving of love, heart and soul. I found it in you. Like Ulysses' Penelope, I've waited years for you and would have waited many more for I have found a love like no others.
I will love you with all my heart for as long as I live. I will walk by your side and build a life with you. I will take your love and cherish it. I will take your heart and protect it… always. I will take you into my body and be one with you. I will love you all of my life into eternity.
One step closer
HARRY:
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
I didn't know I was looking for you, didn't know you existed and I kept waiting for you. I thought I knew love, just a simple lovely feeling. With you, I discovered a burning fire through my body, a soft kiss on my heart and a tranquil soothing breeze on my mind. You make me whole, you are my equilibrium and you complete me. Take that last step and be by my side… with me. My Ruth. Your smile as I take your shaking hand in mine is the most precious to me… the one that says: I'm yours.
OFFICIANT:
They are a lovely couple. To think it took them 10 years. Look at them now, I don't give them 10 minutes before he takes her somewhere… private.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…"
CHRISTINE:
Ruth and Harry… finally. They are smiling and tearing at the same time. Tears of joy I'm sure. His eyes haven't left hers since she stepped out of the house.
When I met him, I knew right away that Harry had never been strong on showing emotion, except for his disdain of everything American, of course. Like the 60 or so millions of his fellow citizen, he's shown a stiff upper lip, keeping everything inside. That was MI-5 Harry. Post MI-5 Harry is not the same man.
With Ruth he's different; more opened, he can't stop touching her. I'm not sure he even realizes it. I have notice little things. Whenever they walk together, his hand always has hers. When he talks, her eyes are like laser beams reading his lips as well as hearing his words as if she was afraid of missing a single word.
Visiting their house, I've seen them in the kitchen, cooking or clearing together. It's like a well-rehearsed ballet. He'll put his hand on her waist and she'll move from where she stands; she'll bump him with her hip just a little to get him out of her way. They move around one another always aware of the other and they do it unequivocally unconsciously.
I've mentioned this to Tom and he's noticed the same things. He said no one would tell them, it's not the British way but it doesn't mean it's unnoticed.
OH MY GOD. So creeping funny. LMAO. The priest just went through the part 'speak now or forever hold your peace…' Dead silence. Every single guest is looking around as if expecting someone to jump from behind a bush. It's obvious they all thought of something or someone. it's written all over their faces… that would be a hell of a line up. Hilarious… Hahaha... now every single set of eyes in the congregation is on the FSB guy. No one will ever find the body... ever. I can't look or I will crack laughing and won't be able to stop.
OFFICIANT:
"You may kiss the bride…" and keep it PG.
MALCOM:
I'm so glad it's over. I believe I was an adequate father of the bride.
Hannah just took my hand. What should I do? Should I pull away? I don't want to pull away. Still should I? Why would she do that? She must be emotional. After all, Harry and Ruth's vows were very romantic. She took my hand. I guess one can hold a friend's hand. We've known each other a few months and I enjoy being with her.
Look at her… isn't she pretty. One can appreciate a friend's beauty, Can one not? Of course you can old boy, you thought Ruth beautiful not an hour ago. Good old Ruth. I met Hannah because of her.
Ruth asked one night if I could pick her up after choir rehearsal because Harry was out with his son. I was in town and happy to give her a lift. When I got there, she introduced me to her friend Hannah, asked if I could also give her friend a ride and then insisted that I dropped her at Graham first, because Harry and her still had a long drive to get home.
That night, Hannah asked me for coffee at a nice little bistro close by her place. We talked for hours and it was really nice. In the weeks that followed, we became good friends. We went to museums, movies; we even had lunch a few times. Almost every time I'm in London, we see each other and I always enjoy my time with her.
Lately, I think of her more. Must be like that when friendship deepens. It's all foreign to me, friendship with a woman.
She has soft skin. I like her hand in mine. I wonder if she would mind if I took her hand even when she's not emotional.
GRAHAM:
Good. Ceremony's over. Where's my girl. She was in the first row not 30 seconds ago. How can… Oh… there she is, with her aunt Cheryl. Fate is funny that way. If Ruth had not been in the hospital, she would not have met Cheryl, her nurse during her stay, they would have not become friends and I would have never met Abby.
Lucky for me, Ruth ask me for lunch that day. When I showed up Cheryl and Abby were visiting. We went for a walk and talk… and forward from there. We've been dating four and a half month now.
Funny, I heard Dad calling Ruth his meddling Fiancée that day. We were having tea and he was telling her that meddling into two lives was plenty to retire on. I was way too busy looking at Abby to bother with what he was saying.
I like Abby… I more than like her. Would she… I'm not exactly a great catch, but I'm clean and my future looks brighter every day. Business is so good right now; I have to think of getting out of my apartment and hire someone to help. Something small and cheap for now but who knows. I still do publicity ads but the website building part of my business is really booming. I'm getting new clients every week. Word of mouth is rampant. Ruth says I'm very creative and that I should have more confidence in my talent. Dad keeps telling me how proud he is. Things are good.
Time for my speech. A few laughs, a few tears, it's all about the delivery. I will bring the house down.
Oh my God.. Sasha moved forward and kissed Ruth's cheek. Dad is red and blue and I can see the vein on his forehead throbbing… from 10 feet away. Everyone is looking… The circle of people is closing on the three of them, Dad, Ruth and the Russian prick. If Dad doesn't, someone else will kill his little ass. What was Ruth thinking?
SASHA
"Ruth. May I have the honour of this dance?
Wow… she'll hurt herself turning around so quickly. She's looking at Harry and so am I. I'd like to take a picture of his face right now.
ERIN
I have to say that I've never seen anything as funny as Harry walking around the dance floor, following Ruth and the Russian. It's like body guarding gone bad. The thunderous look he's giving the bloody man is equalled only by the look Ruth is giving her new husband. It's like there is one small very black cloud in the middle of the dance floor. Hehehehehe. So funny.
I don't trust Sasha. I'm glad they didn't strip search the guests or they would have found my gun. The holster is chafing the inside of my thigh but I feel better knowing it's there.
SASHA
I wish I'd have a surveillance team. It's spy fest 2014. There are so many agents from so many organizations; it's a who's who of the security community. So many legends I know from files I've read throughout the years…I would bet we're being filmed by at least two or three services right now.
Say cheese!
CATHERINE
Holy mother of God. I'm in his arms, dancing and it feels divine, How can I…
"Catherine, we need to talk. I can't go on like this, act as if there's nothing between us."
"Alec…"
"No, listen. I don't want to be just a friend or your father's colleague; I want to be with you, Catherine."
"Yeah, use me for sex and then drop me like an old shoe. No thank you."
"No I swear Catherine… it's not…
"May I cut in." Eyes looking at one another Catherine and Alec turned around simultaneously, both annoyed at being interrupted.
Alec growled. "No, you may not! Get away from me or I'll kill you Sasha and get away from her… she's mine.
Catherine's jaw dropped. What does he mean I'm his...? Who is he to say I'm his. I'm nobody but my own you jetk.
"I believe that's for the lady to decide." Sasha insisted.
Shit… shit… shit… Go away Sasha. We were getting somewhere before you cut in. I better say something.
"This lady doesn't want to dance with you Sasha. For all I care you can go in the back of the garden where everyone will be waiting to kill you. Go away Sasha."
My God, I need Alec to explain what he just said. Could he…? Sasha got the message and walked away.
Her eyes captured Alec's again. "What did you mean when you told Sasha I'm yours?"
"Exactly what it means. I can't think straight when you're around. You're on my mind all the time. I keep reliving that slice of heaven from a few months ago. I see you in my soup, Catherine. No man and I mean no man will have you but me."
RUTH
I wonder if my third matchmaking is working. They are in deep conversation and from their faces, it's an important one. Harrry is going to kill me if this works. He doesn't want his princess with a spook. Alec is IA, so he very rarely goes in the field; he's not really in a dangerous position.
From the moment the plan form in my head, I've been sure they were perfect for one another. She's feisty and has her father's temper. He's not scared by Harry so he shouldn't be scared by her temper. Something happened between them, I'm sure of it. For the last few months, he's been walking around with a kicked puppy look. She's faking happiness. It can only mean one thing; something happened and they won't talk about it.
"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!"Alec just grabbed Catherine and planted the most passionate kiss on her. Quick twirl, if Harry see this, he'sgoing to go berserk and Sasha's life won't be the only one threatened. No Harry please, no, don't look.
HARRY:
"WHAT! I'm looking at her to see what surprised Ruth... WHAT THE HELL! Right over her shoulder... What is Alec doing to my daughter. No... no way in hell. I'm putting a stop to ihis right now. I feel Ruth's hand grabbing the lapel of my suit.
"Harry please. Catherine likes him, she really does." She hugs Harry tightly and kisses him lightly.
"This is you Ruth. You planned this. No... I'm saying no. You are not to set my daughter up with him. I forbid it!"
She gives me the death glare. "Pardon me. What did you just say. You... you... YOU FORBID IT! Her voice sounded totally frustrated with him. His mouth to brain filter had not worked and now he was 27 days from his new cock up pass.
Harry grabbed Ruth's hand and pulled her away so he could talk to her privately. He had to speak fast if he wanted to keep the marital bliss between them.
MALCOM
Finally they are married. They've had the first dance, we ate, we drank and they are still married. Everybody is relaxing now. The deed is done and no terrorist or one of Harry's old flames stopped the wedding from happening.
Of all the people I thought would be a problem I never figured it to be sweet Tariq. The people in charge of the body searched didn't do a proper job. From the bulge under his left arm, the calibre of his gun is not exactly small. He could probably go deer hunting with this thing.
Hannah is so sweet. While we were dancing, she offered me a night cap or breakfast when I drop her off, later tonight. She's so nice… I'm not sure about the breakfast part. I understand having coffee before driving home so I don't fall asleep behind the wheel but having breakfast late at night, I don't get it. Still, she so considerate. She's a really good friend.
WESLEY
If I could talk about it, this would go down as the funniest wedding in history. But I'm not supposed to talk about it, I promise Uncle Harry. I'm not supposed to know they're all spooks, like I'm not supposed to know Mum and Dad were.
One would think experienced Spooks would be better at hiding their identity. I'm 12 and I can tell the spooks apart from the friends. No need for name tags. That waiter right there even has his ear thingy showing. From the sound of what I heard he's Czech. When I told Uncle Malcom, he said that since the fall of the soviet bloc, a lot of east European countries don't have the funds for top of the line equipment. He's so British sometimes.
All of the serving staff is spying on the spies…. All the spies are staring at the Russian jackass. I know who he is soI'm keeping an eye on him. He won't be a danger to Ruth, not while I'm here and I'm not the only one. There are at least 10 bodies, men and women, around Ruth whenever HE gets close to her and that's not counting Uncle Harry. They are all hilariously... spooky.
There are enough electronics and weapons to supply those east European countries. I've never seen so many camera buttons and microphone pins. Uncle Malcom was really proud of me when I pointed them out to him. He offered me a pound for each electronic I identify correctly. I'm up twelve pound but he said I could make as much as 40 or 50 pounds..
When he heard about our game, Dimitri said he would give me a pound for each weapon I pointed to him. I ask him for two pounds for the gun on his lowerback and the knife at his ankle. He beamed at me like I just discovered the Rosetta stone and he said my father would be proud of me. I like being compared to my Dad.
CHERYL
I didn't know Harry and Ruth had that many friends and such an international crowd. I've heard so many languages that I wonder which country I'm in. Ther are some good looking one too. I've chatted with this older gentleman… my age really… I wonder if he"s a spook... but then with his crowd I'd probably be hard-press to find someone who's not a spook. Strangest wedding ever.