"So what do you plan on doing?" Miranda asked Declan. They were eating breakfast at the hotel resturant.
Declan was quiet. It looked like he was daydreaming or something.
"Declan ... " Miranda said, waving a hand in front of his face.
Declan snapped to attention, "What?" he asked.
"What do you plan on doing?" she repeated herself.
Declan gave a confused look.
"The investigation ... " Miranda said, annoyed, "you know ... the tree branch."
"Oh yeah," Declan suddenly remembered.
"So what do you plan on doing?" she asked yet again.
"I think I'll try checking out the branch itself," he said.
"Are you sure it would be there?" Miranda inquired.
"Why wouldn't it be there?" Declan was getting confused.
"Oh ... maybe because it's just a piece of wood," Miranda said half matter-of-factly and half sarcastically, the way only Miranda could say it.
"Well, maybe it has ... sentimental value," Declan argued.
"Yeah," Miranda continued in her sarcastic manner, "and I'm sure he's going to keep it on top of his fireplace and tell all of his dinner guests that this was the branch that almost killed him."
"Hey, you never know," Declan said, "besides, I also need to ask him some questions, you know, to see if he remembers anything. You wanna come?"
"I was going to visit some friends today," Miranda said, hoping that Declan wouldn't try to persuade her into coming.
Thankfully, he didn't. He was a little dissapointed, but he understood. "Okay," he said, "I guess I'll se you later, then."
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Miranda let herself plop down on a park bench. It had been quite a day. After breakfast at the hotel resturant, she had put on her leather jacket and helmet and went about the task of re-acquainting herself to Portland.
First, she visited a few people she knew from college.
When Kyra saw Miranda, she ran right up to her and gave her a huge hug, dispite her leather jacket. After much convincing, Miranda finally agreed to suffer through a vegan lunch so they could catch up.
After stopping at a fast food resturant for a burger to get the taste of tofu out of her mouth, she went to visit Scott. They had a long scientific discussion, which was nice because, even though she worked at NASA, she came in contact with a few too many dim-wits. She was getting tired of watering down her vocabulary.
She then dropped her motorcycle off at the hotel and spent the rest of the day wandering around the city she hadn't seen in three years. It was a good experience, but a tiring one, and she was about ready to go back to the hotel and call it a night.
"Declan, I know you. I can tell when something is on your mind, so just tell me what it is." Miranda heard Peggy's familiar voice. A sudden, irrational fear gripped her. She felt the need to hide, so she ran for cover behind the nearest tree.
They came into sight now, walking down the pathway, holding hands.
Declan took a deep breath. "Well, actually, there *was* something that I wanted to tell you ... er ... ask you ... "
"What?" Peggy asked, her face showing a little annoyance.
The look on Peggy's face changed to one of surprise as Declan went down on one knee, pulling a jewelery box out of his pocket. "Peggy, will you marry me?" he asked.
Peggy's surprise faded and was replaced by a smile. A hardly audible, yet still confident "Yes," could be heard.
Miranda suddenly felt terrible for hiding behind the tree. She backed away as quietly as she could, so they wouldn't hear her.
Once she felt she was out of earshot, she started to run. As she ran, tears began to collect in her eyes. She wiped them away, telling herself how stupid she was for crying.
"No," she mumbled as she ran, "I can't be crying. This is so stupid. Declan is a friend. He's just a friend. I can't be crying. I can't."
Even as she said these words, tears were escaping from her eyes, she couldn't even control them anymore. They flowed freely.
She finally cane to the hotel. By this time she had made a decision. She was going to leave in the morning.
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Miranda walked through the Anthropology building. She went down all of the familiar corridors until she came to Declan's office. Of course, she knew he wouldn't be there. She was just there to leave a note. She didn't want to leave without giving some explaination, even though the words on the note weren't entirely true.
She taped the note to the door. By the time he read this, she would already be gone, or at least she hoped so.
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Declan whistled as he walked toward his office. He was in a particularly good mood today. He had even gotten to work early today, which was very unusual for him.
He stopped at his office door at the sight of a note taped to it. He took it off of his door and opened it.
Declan,
I'm just writing this to tell you that I'm going back to Texas. I know I've only been here for a few days, but I can't stay here. I'm sorry.
Miranda
Declan stared at the note in confusion, then, absently dropping the note on the ground, he started to quickly walk outside the way he came.
Maybe there was still time.
::grins mischieviously as everyone holds their breath, waiting for the next part:: It's fun to tease you :) Yes, I know. I'm cruel, but in a good way, right? Don't worry. The ideas for this fic are coming in a steady flow, so I should have the next part done within a few days :)
Declan was quiet. It looked like he was daydreaming or something.
"Declan ... " Miranda said, waving a hand in front of his face.
Declan snapped to attention, "What?" he asked.
"What do you plan on doing?" she repeated herself.
Declan gave a confused look.
"The investigation ... " Miranda said, annoyed, "you know ... the tree branch."
"Oh yeah," Declan suddenly remembered.
"So what do you plan on doing?" she asked yet again.
"I think I'll try checking out the branch itself," he said.
"Are you sure it would be there?" Miranda inquired.
"Why wouldn't it be there?" Declan was getting confused.
"Oh ... maybe because it's just a piece of wood," Miranda said half matter-of-factly and half sarcastically, the way only Miranda could say it.
"Well, maybe it has ... sentimental value," Declan argued.
"Yeah," Miranda continued in her sarcastic manner, "and I'm sure he's going to keep it on top of his fireplace and tell all of his dinner guests that this was the branch that almost killed him."
"Hey, you never know," Declan said, "besides, I also need to ask him some questions, you know, to see if he remembers anything. You wanna come?"
"I was going to visit some friends today," Miranda said, hoping that Declan wouldn't try to persuade her into coming.
Thankfully, he didn't. He was a little dissapointed, but he understood. "Okay," he said, "I guess I'll se you later, then."
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Miranda let herself plop down on a park bench. It had been quite a day. After breakfast at the hotel resturant, she had put on her leather jacket and helmet and went about the task of re-acquainting herself to Portland.
First, she visited a few people she knew from college.
When Kyra saw Miranda, she ran right up to her and gave her a huge hug, dispite her leather jacket. After much convincing, Miranda finally agreed to suffer through a vegan lunch so they could catch up.
After stopping at a fast food resturant for a burger to get the taste of tofu out of her mouth, she went to visit Scott. They had a long scientific discussion, which was nice because, even though she worked at NASA, she came in contact with a few too many dim-wits. She was getting tired of watering down her vocabulary.
She then dropped her motorcycle off at the hotel and spent the rest of the day wandering around the city she hadn't seen in three years. It was a good experience, but a tiring one, and she was about ready to go back to the hotel and call it a night.
"Declan, I know you. I can tell when something is on your mind, so just tell me what it is." Miranda heard Peggy's familiar voice. A sudden, irrational fear gripped her. She felt the need to hide, so she ran for cover behind the nearest tree.
They came into sight now, walking down the pathway, holding hands.
Declan took a deep breath. "Well, actually, there *was* something that I wanted to tell you ... er ... ask you ... "
"What?" Peggy asked, her face showing a little annoyance.
The look on Peggy's face changed to one of surprise as Declan went down on one knee, pulling a jewelery box out of his pocket. "Peggy, will you marry me?" he asked.
Peggy's surprise faded and was replaced by a smile. A hardly audible, yet still confident "Yes," could be heard.
Miranda suddenly felt terrible for hiding behind the tree. She backed away as quietly as she could, so they wouldn't hear her.
Once she felt she was out of earshot, she started to run. As she ran, tears began to collect in her eyes. She wiped them away, telling herself how stupid she was for crying.
"No," she mumbled as she ran, "I can't be crying. This is so stupid. Declan is a friend. He's just a friend. I can't be crying. I can't."
Even as she said these words, tears were escaping from her eyes, she couldn't even control them anymore. They flowed freely.
She finally cane to the hotel. By this time she had made a decision. She was going to leave in the morning.
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Miranda walked through the Anthropology building. She went down all of the familiar corridors until she came to Declan's office. Of course, she knew he wouldn't be there. She was just there to leave a note. She didn't want to leave without giving some explaination, even though the words on the note weren't entirely true.
She taped the note to the door. By the time he read this, she would already be gone, or at least she hoped so.
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Declan whistled as he walked toward his office. He was in a particularly good mood today. He had even gotten to work early today, which was very unusual for him.
He stopped at his office door at the sight of a note taped to it. He took it off of his door and opened it.
Declan,
I'm just writing this to tell you that I'm going back to Texas. I know I've only been here for a few days, but I can't stay here. I'm sorry.
Miranda
Declan stared at the note in confusion, then, absently dropping the note on the ground, he started to quickly walk outside the way he came.
Maybe there was still time.
::grins mischieviously as everyone holds their breath, waiting for the next part:: It's fun to tease you :) Yes, I know. I'm cruel, but in a good way, right? Don't worry. The ideas for this fic are coming in a steady flow, so I should have the next part done within a few days :)