In the Major Leagues of Time Travel
(Gale/Madge)
(Denise's Birthday)
A/N: This was for Denise's (lightning5 of tumblr) birthday a few weeks ago. Hope you like it.
It was their fifth life together. Everyone thought they shared way to many memories that seem to happen before their time, and they seem to know people that know longer existed, and why did every time they go to a costume party did Madge's 1920's flapper dress look way to authentic? Well, that's because it was, not that anyone knew that. Gale Hawthorne and Madge Undersee met each other for the first time in 1810 at a local café.
Gale was a barely twenty-one and Madge was a scraping by at nineteen. She was dressed in a pale pink dress that went all the way to her ankles and fitted tightly to her torso. She had on a shiny gold necklace that gleamed in the sunlight streaking through the café's windows. Gale didn't know it then, but soon enough he'd find himself fighting with the other waiters and waitresses to have her table, even though his section was clearly across the room. But something about her made his fingers itch to know what she felt like under his fingers and made his heart long to be near her again.
At first, she only came on Sundays with her father and ill mother, but soon she would come in with a girl and a boy on Wednesday evenings. The three didn't do anything but sit and talk and drink root beer floats – which Gale made sure the chef put extra cherries on top – but sometimes he found her looking at him too. He would blush heavily every time and looking away frantically trying to regain his once cool composer, and quietly urging his table to need a few extra minutes so he could go back into the kitchen to hide until his blush went away.
Soon enough – after his boss said he could only work his section – she started requesting to sit at the very end booth that was grimy and always empty. Gale and Madge would always make eye contact first and both would looks away blushing. If it wasn't for that blonde boy that always came, her table would be in and out and Gale wouldn't have to stand there mortified by the blush that was clearly present on his cheeks.
One day, after he asked if they were ready for the bill, Madge decided to be bold. "Yeah, if that comes with date too." She had said. Gale blanched, yet another blush creeping up his cheeks, and he stumbled over the word 'yes'.
During the middle of their first date, Gale knew he loved her. He kept it to himself in order to not scare her away. But now, in the park, it was his time to be bold. As they were laughing and holding hands in the middle of the park, Gale's fingers tighten on hers and pulled her to his chest. She smiled widely at him with a look that said she clearly knew what he was about to do. He smiled too, and kissed her. It was the first of many, but it was the most important one of all.
Neither Madge, nor Gale, could tell you how it happened – this whole reincarnating thing. They weren't complaining, definitely weren't complaining, but it was a freak thing. Now, in 2016, Madge was a locally known artist and Gale was a major league baseball player and they have two hundred and six magically years together.
Currently, Madge was sitting just behind home plate, admiring her fifth time around husband's ass in his baseball pants. Madge must admit his body (especially his ass) has only gotten better with age. Gale pulled the bat behind his head and squinted at the pitcher. She watches him breathe in deeply a few times and his eyes zero in on the small, white ball.
The pitcher releases, a few seconds later Gale's bat is hitting the wall straight into the outfield. Everyone is cheering and whooping and having a grand old time as Gale quickly makes his way to first, then second base. It was the bottom of the ninth inning and Gale's team was losing, but the crowd didn't seem to care, they were certain their home team would win. Madge, who was enlighten by the feeling of the hard chair underneath her and the wild vibe of the crowd, was sure Gale would win tonight too. (Well, to be honest, she knew Gale wasn't going to go home a loser, not when Madge promised what she did if he won.)
With one out left until the end of the game, Gale's best friend Thom was up to bat. They needed two more points to win. Madge's, alongside the entire team's, hearts were pounding violently in their chest. The pitch was release, a straight, hard fastball and she watched as the ball ricocheted off the bat, sending vibrations along Thom's arm.
Everyone squints at the ball, daring to dare that it was homerun. The crowds flings itself up with full body cheering and as the loaded bases make their way home. Gale's team piles out onto the field in celebration. Gale turns around, winking, points up a Madge and makes a very rude gesture.
The deed was done. The game was won. And they were finally settling into sleep when Gale rolls over to pull Madge against his chest. And just like every night for the past two hundred years, he whispers:
"I love you and I'll love in the next life."
A/N: tumblr account: smilerforyou