A/N: Hey, everyone! I started this challenge, per se, on AO3 where I would write a three sentence story set in various canon or AU elements over the entire course of Lent. Found out at the beginning of this that Lent is actually 46 days, not 40, once you include Sundays, and anyways, there are 46 chapters to this.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, though I honestly know them better than Jerry B. Jenkins, but whatever, I don't have rights yet
Dedication: my hyper drive to popularize this series that cannot possibly be popularized on tumblr
Type: canon universe
Title: Stolen Stars
Summary: Judd/Vicki + stargazing
They used to live in Chicago.
Chicago was a city of bright lights, of pollution and cars and movie theaters and strip clubs, and as soon as everything happened after the disappearances, a lot of things seemed less important than they had before, and even if Judd thought these things were unimportant now, they didn't exist any longer because of an earthquake that shattered the entire world, that had sent him through a raging river, reaching for her hand, and they were tired, tired, always so tired, and then he was in the Middle East, thousands of miles away from her, hoping that he could reach out and hold her hand, but they had nothing together, not while he was away in the Middle East – not that neither of them wanted a life together, but because they were so far apart and the threat of death was so imminent; now he was back, now they were in the middle of the Wisconsin forest, hidden by trees with blinking fireflies, and she snuggled close to him, kicking up the blanket with her feet, and pointed to one of the constellations in the sky.
Sometimes, he wished he could tell her what all these constellations were and give her the story behind them, but as he lolled his head to look more clearly at her, he saw her smile that was brighter than the stars themselves, and he thought that, maybe, he could tell her a story about a Greek soldier who fell so deeply in love that he would traverse mountains to find his love – but Vicki would see right through that and prop herself up on her elbow and tell him to give it to her straight, to ask her to marry him, and he would kiss her and say that nothing would make him happier.