OK. Here's the second chapter to this very weird story. Sorry it took so
long, but Emerald wouldn't finish it. Anyway, here it is! Review please!
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Gaia looked around the room again. A million questions raced through her mind. Where am I? How did I get here? Am I dead? Is this heaven? Aren't there supposed to be clouds and angels and singing? Each question grew more ridiculous. And each time she got the same answer. I don't know. 'Not going to get any answers sitting around here staring at stuff, now am I?' she thought, and got up. She walked to the window and looked out. There was a garden below. Quite a beautiful one. She wasn't in New York anymore, that was for sure. The garden below did not look like it was in the rough city, and the sky above was clear of smog. She heard the door creak, and she snapped around to see who it was, automatically in battle stance. When the door opened further, she was sure that she had died, and this was heaven.
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Sam. Her Sam. Alive. Or dead? Was she dead too?
'No Gaia, don't think about all that shit right now. Focus on the one thing that is most important at the moment. Sam, here with you now. Wait a minute. Why are you standing here gawking? Are you a complete idiot?'
She stopped contemplating where in what world she was, and ran up to Sam. The first thing she did was tentatively reach out a hand and touch his arm. Solid. Real. Badass Gaia would never do cartwheels in public unless she was fighting, but in her heart she was doing somersaults of joy. She stared into his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face. She didn't know whether to hit him for all that she had gone through because of him, or kiss him. She decided on the latter and kissed him long and passionately. It had been so long… After a moment he broke the kiss.
"Gaia… I've missed you so much!"
"I've missed you too. But Sam, where are we? You are dead, or were dead, but you're here! And I'm in a house! I'm homeless, for crying out loud! And I fell asleep on a patch of grass, not here! What-"
Sam gently put his finger over her lips. "It's a long story, Gaia. Come and sit down." He led her over to a fluffy couch. He took a deep breath and looked over at her. "I'm not dead. Neither are you. This isn't heaven. This is a place on Earth. At least I think it is… but that's not the point. I only know this much. I was dead. But then I woke up here. I don't even know where here is, but it's a very nice place to live. I haven't left here since, and I don't intend to either. Especially not now that you're here."
"But does that mean," said Gaia uncertainly, "that I died too?"
"I don't know," answered Sam earnestly. "I really don't know, Gaia. Probably. But I have no idea." He looked at her nervously. "Gaia," he started. "Gaia, I really don't want to bring this up right now. But I never really knew if you ever really forgave me for… for all I did to you."
Gaia looked into his eyes. They were so loving. They were filled with guilt and regret. How could he have ever thought she hadn't forgiven him, after all he had done to try to protect her? "Of course I did, Sam," she said softly. "Of course I did."
His eyes were filled with relief as he pulled her into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around him, breathing in the strong scent of his aftershave. He gently lifted her head so that they were staring into each others' eyes. "I love you," he whispered softly.
"I love you too," she said quietly. His lips touched hers in a soft kiss. It became more and more passionate. She could feel the passion in his touch until-
"Gaia?!?"
She broke away from Sam at the sound of the familiar voice. She looked to the door and saw Ed.
"Ed?" she breathed. 'I thought he was dead…'
His eyes met hers for a split second, and there she saw profound hurt and sadness. Then he turned and ran from the doorway.
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OK. Sorry if the Gaia/Sam thing was a little confusing. I haven't read the book where he actually dies. Oh well. Please review!
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Gaia looked around the room again. A million questions raced through her mind. Where am I? How did I get here? Am I dead? Is this heaven? Aren't there supposed to be clouds and angels and singing? Each question grew more ridiculous. And each time she got the same answer. I don't know. 'Not going to get any answers sitting around here staring at stuff, now am I?' she thought, and got up. She walked to the window and looked out. There was a garden below. Quite a beautiful one. She wasn't in New York anymore, that was for sure. The garden below did not look like it was in the rough city, and the sky above was clear of smog. She heard the door creak, and she snapped around to see who it was, automatically in battle stance. When the door opened further, she was sure that she had died, and this was heaven.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sam. Her Sam. Alive. Or dead? Was she dead too?
'No Gaia, don't think about all that shit right now. Focus on the one thing that is most important at the moment. Sam, here with you now. Wait a minute. Why are you standing here gawking? Are you a complete idiot?'
She stopped contemplating where in what world she was, and ran up to Sam. The first thing she did was tentatively reach out a hand and touch his arm. Solid. Real. Badass Gaia would never do cartwheels in public unless she was fighting, but in her heart she was doing somersaults of joy. She stared into his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face. She didn't know whether to hit him for all that she had gone through because of him, or kiss him. She decided on the latter and kissed him long and passionately. It had been so long… After a moment he broke the kiss.
"Gaia… I've missed you so much!"
"I've missed you too. But Sam, where are we? You are dead, or were dead, but you're here! And I'm in a house! I'm homeless, for crying out loud! And I fell asleep on a patch of grass, not here! What-"
Sam gently put his finger over her lips. "It's a long story, Gaia. Come and sit down." He led her over to a fluffy couch. He took a deep breath and looked over at her. "I'm not dead. Neither are you. This isn't heaven. This is a place on Earth. At least I think it is… but that's not the point. I only know this much. I was dead. But then I woke up here. I don't even know where here is, but it's a very nice place to live. I haven't left here since, and I don't intend to either. Especially not now that you're here."
"But does that mean," said Gaia uncertainly, "that I died too?"
"I don't know," answered Sam earnestly. "I really don't know, Gaia. Probably. But I have no idea." He looked at her nervously. "Gaia," he started. "Gaia, I really don't want to bring this up right now. But I never really knew if you ever really forgave me for… for all I did to you."
Gaia looked into his eyes. They were so loving. They were filled with guilt and regret. How could he have ever thought she hadn't forgiven him, after all he had done to try to protect her? "Of course I did, Sam," she said softly. "Of course I did."
His eyes were filled with relief as he pulled her into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around him, breathing in the strong scent of his aftershave. He gently lifted her head so that they were staring into each others' eyes. "I love you," he whispered softly.
"I love you too," she said quietly. His lips touched hers in a soft kiss. It became more and more passionate. She could feel the passion in his touch until-
"Gaia?!?"
She broke away from Sam at the sound of the familiar voice. She looked to the door and saw Ed.
"Ed?" she breathed. 'I thought he was dead…'
His eyes met hers for a split second, and there she saw profound hurt and sadness. Then he turned and ran from the doorway.
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OK. Sorry if the Gaia/Sam thing was a little confusing. I haven't read the book where he actually dies. Oh well. Please review!