Notes: When I was in the sixth and seventh grade I wrote this. I don't feel like going back and rewriting it so please excuse the wrong timeline, the lame approach, the bad format, and the unusual writing style. This is merely the work of a real amateur and definitely, by far, not by best work. I never completed this story, but if I feel compelled to, I will.
Disclaimer: As of November 24, 2001. I own the story line and thus hold the right to remove this story if I ever feel an infraction of the disclaimer has been committed. I know that sounds like legal jargon and such especially for a fan fiction website, but I have already had my story line plagiarized. Kevin Sullivan owns the characters, the town, the timeline and everything. I own nothing but the story line and a few new additions to Avonlea.
Coming Home
August 1919, Avonlea
Part 4
She burst out and then went straight to the spot she had always been when she had heard Jeff was dead. It was atop the mountainside; in front of the lighthouse she picked some flowers and tossed them into the sea.
"Is that for Jeff?" asked a mysterious voice, she clearly knew who it was. He crept up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He wasn't going to ask why she had burst out of the room, he knew because he experienced the same thing, only harsher.
"Yes." She quietly whispered.
"I wish you would've told me…that you were engaged with him," he pause and clear his throat, "I would have congratulated him… more properly. Cause at the time he told me…I had receive the letter from you."
"I thought…I didn't know you we on the same ship…till…the day I found out it had sunk, but I would have…I thought you would've killed him; not saved his life."
"People change; I changed; I was fifteen when I left."
"Don't you think I know that," she shook out of the stronger person's grip and turned in rage to face him, "My aunt has ragged about my father more then once…you think I know that!" He took a deep breathe and then, "Yeah…I knew that, but I think you think it only applies to your father. I changed…but I left and you were the only one on my list then and…now, I want you to know that, that's one thing that didn't change."
"What about that girl?"
"Her; it was just a silly affair."
"Did you really mean what Elbert said about?"
"Every word… his interpretation is quite different."
"So you did support my story?"
"Of course."
"I wish you would have told me then."
"You wouldn't give me the chance." She then turned around and looked back at the sea still in his warm embrace. He looked down at the ocean and back at her; should he tell her? He couldn't, but he knew he needed to. "This might be my last week in Avonlea, I haven't decided whether or not to retire or return to the navy." He voiced and then let go of her.
She turned to look at him, his deep brown eyes met hers, "Oh Felix, you just got here!"
"About two weeks ago; the navy offered me a permanent position on a battleship."
"Felix…a battleship? Come on you can't go; everyone needs you, your family, the hotel now."
"Okay, you got me, I'll stay, for a while."
"A while?"
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The next day or so was so busy for the acting manager and owner since Hetty was staying right by the side of Simon Treymane. Felix through came home exhausted only to find work he had to do in the farm that very night. By the time he had made it up to his room it had been at least one o'clock in the morning.
"Felix, it's time to get to work."
"Ju…ust a…min..ute." he spoke in his sleep, "Mama, I don wanna go to school."
"Felix?" she shook him, harder and harder, "Felix?"
"Cecily, I'm up!" he snapped up in bed.
"I can see that." She responded and left the room. It had been hard on Felix King, working at the hotel from 8 am to 9 p.m. and before going to the hotel working on the farm from 5 to 7. He hardly had any rest, even when his father and mother and the rest of the family came home. Gus helped too but with the price of land lowering, the King property expanded.
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As he stepped down he looked through the crowd and tried to find his hopefully soon fiancé, "James!"
"Oh, my Izzy!" he exclaimed and warmly embraced her.
"How was your work?"
"Good…and bad."
"In three weeks I shall have to return and I hope you are with me."
"Oh, James…I…can't marry you; someone else has come."
"Felix King?"
"Yeah."
"How does he get a chance when he left you; when he did leave he gave you up. It took him seven years to return to you and you're just going to fall straight into his warm embrace?"
"James…not here." She replied looking around the busy station.
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He kept peddling as the waves splashed against his body; he just kept on pushing and pushing. Once he had made it to the shore he sat down on the beach and admired the breathtaking Canadian sunset. Felix King had once longed for the time he would have returned and now that he was there he wanted to dissolve everything about the war, but it just seemed to haunt him even more. "Felix King, you know you might just catch a cold out here."
"Oh, hey, Felicity." She smiled at her younger brother and took a seat next to him, "Thinking about how seven years ago this town was different from now?"
"I suppose…it's all so…I don't know how to put it…not so memorable."
"What do you mean?"
"The people…the town…they're so different; they look and sound different; it's all brand new to me all of sudden, I was … I grew up here."
"You must mean Izzy." She replied and he gave her a confused look, "I know what she's going through remember-"
"Yeah, but Gus was known to be dead; I am and was alive, besides, I didn't mean Izzy, look you and Gus have a child, Cecily's practically being courted by Elbert, Sarah moved back to Avonlea, Aunt Olivia's returning next week, and well…I've changed."
"It's still the same; you went off to sea and left her to move on with her life, you left her and did you ever tell her you wanted her?"
"I thought about writing and telling her and asking her, but it just didn't seem right; I couldn't."
"Maybe she'll give you another chance."
"She's already given me lot; she might though, I don't know."
"That reminds me Felix, there's someone up at the farm to see you."
"Now, who could it be?" he mocked with a laugh, "I wonder."
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There he was, silky wet black hair danced in the dampness upon his head, his vibrant fiery eyes were fixed on her. His shirtless body, shown his powerful muscles that bound their way around the body that had once possessed a boy, whom she had loved, her childhood sweetheart, and now carried the soul of a man, a man with a mysterious past, a past that was impossible to recover. The pale man could not be understood, the way he talked would never be discovered, way he looked at her would never be defined, and the way he loved her would never be set free. Memories of his past surfaced often in his thin face, the scar in his abdomen would always solemnly wear the story, the knife cut on his back would always say he had survived, and the racing tingles throughout his body would never go away.
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He froze at the sight, there standing in front of him, was once a girl, now a woman, once to shy to kiss him, once to careful to change, and once to afraid that the world would transform, "Izzy, what are you doing here?" The eyes she had just saw fire in changed instantly, they were more afraid, more passion in them, the way they glowed and beamed at her, "Can we go some where else?"
"Sure I suppose," he ruffled his damp hair with the blue towel, "How about the swing?" Now there was a place she hadn't been for a while, the swing. That was where he had told her about his joining of the navy, and that was where, Jeff had decently asked her to marry him, the second time, at the Cecily's "Farewell Soldiers" party. That was where she had first kissed James, and now…"I suppose that is a grand place," Maybe she could rack up a file over there of memories from past romances.
"If you don't like it there we could take a walk?"
"No, that's okay." She noticed his brave young feature silently tingle, and his tongue went to lick his lips, before he stopped suddenly, "Ready?" he questioned, and all she could do was shrugged a yes, everyone there knew, there was something wrong with him. As they began to continue his left leg made him limp, but he tried to hide it. Izzy, so deep in thought didn't notice, but the look on his face, the fear, he couldn't hide that.
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She took a few steps towards the swing and then turned back to the man standing just a few steps behind her. He motioned for her to sit and once they were both, seated she felt a breeze blow by and then the cold air met her warm-blooded body, she shivered.
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If he had been fifteen, she would have been his girl friend, his initial reaction would have been different, he would have cared, but this woman sitting three inches away had been so close to him yet had drifted so far away. At an age of almost sixteen he would have been inexperienced, he would have tried to put the moves on her, he was so smooth any way. Anyway this woman was truly in love with some one else, she had already been through a lot. Her dead fiancée lay at the bottom of the ocean and the other one was to busy with his business in Boston. He knew better now not to risk their friendship or what kind of friendship they had left. It was so true, when he was fifteen, he left for the navy and now twenty-two years old, a man now, he had risked and damaged the true love and friendship they had had with each other. It would never be the same; it could be stronger more powerful love or a weaker less appreciative friendship. No one knew, not even, him or her, he couldn't predict this town any more, he couldn't predict Izzy. He didn't know if he should wrap his warm arms around her or act like a gentleman and give her his coat. He just did not know what he should do.
"Are you very cold, Izzy?"
"Yes."
"Here," he took off his coat, "Use my coat, I'm use to cold," He wrapped his coat around her, for one second they enter locked, body and body, eyes and eyes, arms and arms, thoughts and thoughts. She shook away from the tormenting passion. She was barely sixteen when he left; he was barely sixteen also. The tense pressure was as strong as it had been the time they had sat in the same place and that same cold breeze had blown by. But instead he had wrapped his warm arms around her and she had rested her head along his chest. It had been such an urge to press her gentle lips on his warm ones; the urge had returned. So many times after he had returned, had they talked about their futures and so many times had they spoke about not continuing to love each other. Then so many times had he never given that up and so many times she had lied about it to him.
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His arms clasped away from her and she took a long look into his passionate brown eyes, the hurt inside was hidden deep within, he looked away; she knew it was her turn to speak.
"Felix…I've been thinking…and…I do want to get back together with you…a fresh start?"
At this time this adrenaline rushed through his body like a locomotive train. The urge of passionate feelings to get close to this person grew stronger. Then a blast of muted thunder rang through the small island and heavy drops of rain pressed against their bodies.
"Izzy, I thought you didn't love me any more, now you do?" he shouted against the power of the mighty rains and all she could do was nod and mouth the words "I still do, love you". All he could do was rush her inside his child hood home.
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Inside the warmth of his families' home he stood his drenched arms around her and had guided her inside. There he stood passionate fever staring straight at him. He leaned down and she leaned forward. The house was deserted when his passionate lips and her gentle ones touched each other for the first time since that Christmas he had come home. He filled her with the love she wanted with just one kiss and he kissed her like a man so thirsty for anything. He loved her and right now she loved him.
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The road was cemented clean. The upholstery was line through out the stores. The door opened with a ring and the counter looked up from his work, Donny Lester, smirked at the man standing in front of him, "Why if it ain't Felix King?"
"Hey, Donny, I came to pick up a few things for the hotel." He reached in his over coat pocket and pulled out a list of items.
"I'll get these for you, Commander King."
"Thank you," he smirked one of his original smirks, "Is Izzy in right now?"
"Yeah, she's in the back."
"May I go over there, than?"
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Two warm hands pressed against her pale face. The breath of the male was scented through out the room now. The thoughts of past loves that might secretly be living and now coming back to claim her were scarce. In the big room, filled with boxes and items for her stepmother's general store. Her mind clouded with thoughts of the war and then her trip to Boston. How the U.S. had not been affect of this terrible thing until two years before it had ended. Other things submersed as the two warm hands had her standing out over the suspicious of her two older brothers, her father, her young brother, and her stepmother. The first time she felt warm lips press against her neck. Then his hands moved no where but down to his side. His gentle lips gave her a promise, that he wanted her and he was agreeing that to go slowly was better then anything. Nothing to unpleasant except when it stopped, when that feeling disappeared, "Don't stop." She herself moaned outside while inside he moaned in grief. An unbearable grief that he wanted to marry this woman came over him except she wanted to take it slow and start over.
"Izzy, I…"
Donny interrupted, "Felix, here's your order."
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Move on to Part 5.
