You know I don't own this, I know I don't own this. The people that own Flint the Time Detective know I don't own this.
But I haven't written in So long I figured that maybe I should before I forget how. So here's for all of you lovers that liked Gonna Get Married...
The sun of far away island came over the waters: spilling itself on the ocean. Sending ribbons of yellow and gold across wind tossed drops.
A fragrant wind carried the scent of sweet smelling blossoms all around this small island. Already this smell burned and melted in the heat.
And already this sun let it's rays dance across the face of a dreamer. It became caught in her red hair and shimmered like aforementioned gold ribbons. Touched her fine hair and set it on fire.
This did nothing but further entrance the young man watching her sleep.
The sun also played on his fragile hair, but was reflected as on the petals of a columbine flower, and there was already a fire burning in his crimson eyes. He loved this young flower, his young flower, which he held in his arms.
With gentle fingertips he picked up a few rose petals from the covers and held them over her sleeping face. He rubbed the soft petals and then let it drop and float down through the air and embedded itself in her hair and land gently on her nose. He smiled down at her as she twitched her face in an attempt to be rid of the tickling sensation. All for naught.
Her dark eyelashes fluttered a second and within seconds he could see her blue eyes staring up at him. The same fire danced in those blue-green orbs.
Merlock moved the petal from her face and her hair.
"Good morning."
She stared up at him and let out a short laugh.
" After all that happened last night I think it would be a little more than a great morning." She let her head fall on his chest, over his heart, and wrapped her arms around him, "It's more like the first morning that matters."
He leaned his pale cheek on top of her head.
The sun was still churning up the waters and the new couple had a perfect view from their suite.
Their opened patio door gave them a view of the entire island: white, sandy beaches. A sea that stretched out forever and was so clear and dark and beautiful all at the same time. Fragile palm trees that swayed in a gentle tropical breeze and spread it's branches out for brief spots of shade.
It was...Paradise.
No, that wasn't quite right. What had happened last night was paradise. Laying in each other's arms all night long had been paradise. Realizing that they would get the chance to be together forever was paradise.
And now as Sara raised her pale arm up in the air and watched the sun catch the diamond on her ring she was fascinated by all that had happened in these past hours.
First a wedding that kept playing in her mind. A beautiful wedding: more than she could ever have dreamed of.
Followed by that moment in the car...
Merlock had really done it. He had given her his kiss and now she was the same as him. And what was strange above all things: she didn't mind at all. She knew she would be with him for the rest of her life. A life of loving him. Sara smiled at the thought of children with wild hair like his and bright eyes like her.
But what really made her smile was last night. Her first night with any man. More importantly, the first night with the man she loved, and who loved her.
His kisses had started gentle, and so had their movements, and as the night wore on they had continued.
She blushed and looked up at him.
Merlock was looking down at her.
"What are you thinking about?"
He kissed the top of her head and touched her arms with the tips of his fingers.
"You."
Sara smiled and settled more into him.
Soon they would have to leave this place. They both would have to go back to work, and eventually move out of the apartment.
Suddenly Sara felt a huge weight on her shoulders. Would they be all right? Could something that felt this wonderful continue on for the rest of her life? Should she expect heartbreak? She knew that it wouldn't always be this perfect. They couldn't stay this way.
And then Sara remembered whose arms she was in. This man had protected her and loved her since she was a girl. And she had fallen for him: ever so hard. She felt the soft press of his skin against hers and wrapped her arms around the arms he had wrapped around her.
Maybe this could work out.
The two continued to hold each other and watch the sun move over the water and move along on its eternal cycle.
Many Years Later...
He couldn't even move anymore. So many years ago, when he was young, he could do so many things. Now he was finding it hard just to get out of bed in the morning.
But he always did, because he always knew that Sara would be up. Almost never had he woken up and not seen her watching over him.
This morning though as he reached out to her side of the bed, she wasn't there.
And he knew he would not find her anywhere in the house.
Sara, his Sara, was dying.
And Hell, so was he.
But right now she was in the hospital. And he knew she would never leave that place. He would never be able to hold her in his arms at night.
As a tear ran along the side of his pale, and wrinkled skin he decided to shut his eyes. It was too hard to get up without her.
Sara peeked her eyes open and found someone staring at her.
She noticed that it was dark in her room, and the clock said it was near seven o'clock at night. At least he had made it to her. The days would just drag on without him by her side.
But Merlock had made it at last and she couldn't hide her smile.
"What took you so long?" her voice had aged so much, and it was so soft now. Like her it was fragile and broken.
"Better late than never, Gorgeous." He sat down in his usual chair by her bed and took her hand. Merlock could feel the bones through her skin as he held on tight to her pale little fingers.
She just stared at him then looked up at the ceiling.
"While I was waiting for you I fell asleep. I dreamed I was young again and we were back on that island."
Merlock nodded and understood exactly what she was talking about.
"I remember that morning. Our honeymoon. You were so sweet when you carried me into that room with all those rose petals everywhere. Do you remember that?"
He nodded. How he would ever forget the most beautiful night of his life he would never know.
"I hadn't dreamed of that night in a very long time. Do you know what I was thinking on that morning? I was thinking: "Would we make it?"" she smiled as though she had just made a joke, "Somehow I thought we would make it through all this."
All of a sudden her face turned sad. Merlock watched her chest rise and fall.
"I also dreamed about Uncle Bernie, and Tony. I really miss them. Flint too."
Merlock closed his eyes and said a little prayer for their deceased friends. Though being vampires allowed them more time with each other, it was heart breaking to see the ones they love go before them. But he was glad that they weren't immortal at the very least. One life wasn't meant to go on that long. Their son was already old with the beginnings of gray streaks in his hair. And their grandchild was already starting a family of her own.
He would miss this life, but he was missing Sara now.
"Love, I know I won't see the morning."
His eyes shot open at this.
"What are you talking about?"
She looked at him and squeezed his hand in a gesture of love.
"It's like loving you...I just know." As hard as she tried to suppress it a tear poured down her cheek, and then another, and soon more were.
"I'm scared, honey."
Merlock rose out of his seat and wrapped his arms around her small frame and buried his face in her hair. To that moment it still smelled like roses.
"Why are you scared, my sweet Sara?"
She pressed him to her with all her might.
"I don't know what it's like to be without you."
He stood up a bit and looked down at her.
"Sweetheart...Where ever you go, I will follow." He smiled down at her and sat on the side of her bed.
He wrapped his arms around her and felt her lean her head against his chest, where his heart was. Just like they had done years and years ago.
And just like they had done on that morning, the looked out the window to the sun the danced over the water. Now the water was dark and ribbons of pink and orange swirled.
The two just sat and watched the sun go down and held onto each other as the world went from life to the dark of night...
The End.
But I haven't written in So long I figured that maybe I should before I forget how. So here's for all of you lovers that liked Gonna Get Married...
The sun of far away island came over the waters: spilling itself on the ocean. Sending ribbons of yellow and gold across wind tossed drops.
A fragrant wind carried the scent of sweet smelling blossoms all around this small island. Already this smell burned and melted in the heat.
And already this sun let it's rays dance across the face of a dreamer. It became caught in her red hair and shimmered like aforementioned gold ribbons. Touched her fine hair and set it on fire.
This did nothing but further entrance the young man watching her sleep.
The sun also played on his fragile hair, but was reflected as on the petals of a columbine flower, and there was already a fire burning in his crimson eyes. He loved this young flower, his young flower, which he held in his arms.
With gentle fingertips he picked up a few rose petals from the covers and held them over her sleeping face. He rubbed the soft petals and then let it drop and float down through the air and embedded itself in her hair and land gently on her nose. He smiled down at her as she twitched her face in an attempt to be rid of the tickling sensation. All for naught.
Her dark eyelashes fluttered a second and within seconds he could see her blue eyes staring up at him. The same fire danced in those blue-green orbs.
Merlock moved the petal from her face and her hair.
"Good morning."
She stared up at him and let out a short laugh.
" After all that happened last night I think it would be a little more than a great morning." She let her head fall on his chest, over his heart, and wrapped her arms around him, "It's more like the first morning that matters."
He leaned his pale cheek on top of her head.
The sun was still churning up the waters and the new couple had a perfect view from their suite.
Their opened patio door gave them a view of the entire island: white, sandy beaches. A sea that stretched out forever and was so clear and dark and beautiful all at the same time. Fragile palm trees that swayed in a gentle tropical breeze and spread it's branches out for brief spots of shade.
It was...Paradise.
No, that wasn't quite right. What had happened last night was paradise. Laying in each other's arms all night long had been paradise. Realizing that they would get the chance to be together forever was paradise.
And now as Sara raised her pale arm up in the air and watched the sun catch the diamond on her ring she was fascinated by all that had happened in these past hours.
First a wedding that kept playing in her mind. A beautiful wedding: more than she could ever have dreamed of.
Followed by that moment in the car...
Merlock had really done it. He had given her his kiss and now she was the same as him. And what was strange above all things: she didn't mind at all. She knew she would be with him for the rest of her life. A life of loving him. Sara smiled at the thought of children with wild hair like his and bright eyes like her.
But what really made her smile was last night. Her first night with any man. More importantly, the first night with the man she loved, and who loved her.
His kisses had started gentle, and so had their movements, and as the night wore on they had continued.
She blushed and looked up at him.
Merlock was looking down at her.
"What are you thinking about?"
He kissed the top of her head and touched her arms with the tips of his fingers.
"You."
Sara smiled and settled more into him.
Soon they would have to leave this place. They both would have to go back to work, and eventually move out of the apartment.
Suddenly Sara felt a huge weight on her shoulders. Would they be all right? Could something that felt this wonderful continue on for the rest of her life? Should she expect heartbreak? She knew that it wouldn't always be this perfect. They couldn't stay this way.
And then Sara remembered whose arms she was in. This man had protected her and loved her since she was a girl. And she had fallen for him: ever so hard. She felt the soft press of his skin against hers and wrapped her arms around the arms he had wrapped around her.
Maybe this could work out.
The two continued to hold each other and watch the sun move over the water and move along on its eternal cycle.
Many Years Later...
He couldn't even move anymore. So many years ago, when he was young, he could do so many things. Now he was finding it hard just to get out of bed in the morning.
But he always did, because he always knew that Sara would be up. Almost never had he woken up and not seen her watching over him.
This morning though as he reached out to her side of the bed, she wasn't there.
And he knew he would not find her anywhere in the house.
Sara, his Sara, was dying.
And Hell, so was he.
But right now she was in the hospital. And he knew she would never leave that place. He would never be able to hold her in his arms at night.
As a tear ran along the side of his pale, and wrinkled skin he decided to shut his eyes. It was too hard to get up without her.
Sara peeked her eyes open and found someone staring at her.
She noticed that it was dark in her room, and the clock said it was near seven o'clock at night. At least he had made it to her. The days would just drag on without him by her side.
But Merlock had made it at last and she couldn't hide her smile.
"What took you so long?" her voice had aged so much, and it was so soft now. Like her it was fragile and broken.
"Better late than never, Gorgeous." He sat down in his usual chair by her bed and took her hand. Merlock could feel the bones through her skin as he held on tight to her pale little fingers.
She just stared at him then looked up at the ceiling.
"While I was waiting for you I fell asleep. I dreamed I was young again and we were back on that island."
Merlock nodded and understood exactly what she was talking about.
"I remember that morning. Our honeymoon. You were so sweet when you carried me into that room with all those rose petals everywhere. Do you remember that?"
He nodded. How he would ever forget the most beautiful night of his life he would never know.
"I hadn't dreamed of that night in a very long time. Do you know what I was thinking on that morning? I was thinking: "Would we make it?"" she smiled as though she had just made a joke, "Somehow I thought we would make it through all this."
All of a sudden her face turned sad. Merlock watched her chest rise and fall.
"I also dreamed about Uncle Bernie, and Tony. I really miss them. Flint too."
Merlock closed his eyes and said a little prayer for their deceased friends. Though being vampires allowed them more time with each other, it was heart breaking to see the ones they love go before them. But he was glad that they weren't immortal at the very least. One life wasn't meant to go on that long. Their son was already old with the beginnings of gray streaks in his hair. And their grandchild was already starting a family of her own.
He would miss this life, but he was missing Sara now.
"Love, I know I won't see the morning."
His eyes shot open at this.
"What are you talking about?"
She looked at him and squeezed his hand in a gesture of love.
"It's like loving you...I just know." As hard as she tried to suppress it a tear poured down her cheek, and then another, and soon more were.
"I'm scared, honey."
Merlock rose out of his seat and wrapped his arms around her small frame and buried his face in her hair. To that moment it still smelled like roses.
"Why are you scared, my sweet Sara?"
She pressed him to her with all her might.
"I don't know what it's like to be without you."
He stood up a bit and looked down at her.
"Sweetheart...Where ever you go, I will follow." He smiled down at her and sat on the side of her bed.
He wrapped his arms around her and felt her lean her head against his chest, where his heart was. Just like they had done years and years ago.
And just like they had done on that morning, the looked out the window to the sun the danced over the water. Now the water was dark and ribbons of pink and orange swirled.
The two just sat and watched the sun go down and held onto each other as the world went from life to the dark of night...
The End.