~Disclaimer: I own none of them, I'm just playing with
them, and I'll be returning them when I get through. I also stake no claim to
any episodes that I use for the Flashbacks. They belong to the writers and FFC.
I do however own Alex Wallace, his father and his secretary Connie, as well as
anyone Scott knew when he was at home with his father. I also made up a few
people in the middle of this story, you'll see why.~
~There are also a few lines that I have taken from one of my other favorite
shows, BTVS. I thought that Joss's words would fit better in this type of
subtext. I am not changing the words in any way shape or form. They will also
be returned when I'm done.~
~I've decided that if you want a song list, you're going to have to e-mail me for it, seeing as though I can never seen to remember to put it up with my stories.
Memories are still in Italics, with * before and after them
This part goes out to my lil' sis, who got on last night and completely re-wrote one of the scenes. I still love ya Britt. ~Illusia
"The eyes are the window to ones soul." ~Unknown.
The girls were just about to turn in to bed when there was a knock on the door. Jessica was the first off of the couch, and she quickly made her way to the door. Scott stood patently on the other side of the door. Holding a single coral colored rose. "I know it's late," he started to say when Kat came up behind Jess. "But do you think it would be possible for me to see Shelby tonight?"
Kat opened the door wider and waved him in. "Sure," she said softly. "Daisy. Would you mind going in and telling Shelby that Scott's here?" Daisy jumped up quickly, and as she made her way into the room she shared with Shelby, Kat turned to Scott. "She's not doing too well." Kat explained.
"You have a visitor." Daisy took a flying leap onto the bed and landed on her stomach.
Shelby finished buttoning up her white blouse and looked at her reflection. "I told Alex that I never wanted to see him again." She said harshly, the conviction in her red eyes proving how deeply he had hurt her. Taking the bottle of eye drops out of her duffle; Shelby liberally put a few beads into her eyes.
"Well then I guess it's a good thing that he's not you're visitor." Daisy sat up and looked at Shelby's reflection in the mirror. "Put some suitable pants on, Scott's waiting."
"Why'd you tell him I'd see him?" Shelby's eyes contradicted the rest of her body. She appeared strong and unwavering, and then you'd look into her eyes.
Daisy pushed herself off of the bed and onto her feet. "Because you should." She turned her friend around and pointed to the mirror. "See that girl?" Shelby looked away, and Daisy pointed again. "No, Shelby, look at her." Shelby's face turned again, and Daisy got a clear shot of the bruise that started to form right under Shelby's right eye. It hurt Daisy to see the bruise almost as much as it Alex had hurt Shelby when he hit her. "You might despise her right now, and you might think she's nothing but the lowly slut that Alex spent the past twenty minutes beating up. But nobody else sees you like that. Especially Scott. The girl in the mirror," she pointed again for emphasis. "The one staring at me right now, Scott loves her." Shelby turned away and pushed past Daisy, trying to get away from the girl in the mirror. "And she owes it to her to tell him that she feels the same way."
There was a sniffle, and Shelby forced her eyes closed. "The woman he love is not good." Shelby's voice had a forced harshness to it. It was almost as if she was trying to convince herself. "Not meek, not pure." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and frowned. "She doesn't deserve him, or his love."
"Why don't you let him make that choice?" Daisy's green eyes watched as Shelby slid into her Nike's and turned to the door. "Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days."
"You've been spending way too much time with Ezra." Shelby laughed on her way out the door. As she entered the living area of the suite, all conversations stopped. All eyes turned to her, and the bruise on her cheekbone that now surrounded her eye. "Don't break up the party on my account." She said smoothly, as Scott handed her the rose.
"We need to talk." He said for the second time that night. Nodding, Shelby dropped the rose on one of the straight back chairs surrounding the side table and followed Scott out into the hallway. "I was thinking that we could wander through the gardens." Scott said lightly, "There's a lake back there. I think it has a dock." Shelby nodded again, not trusting her voice, and the pair made their way out to the garden.
You are every part of me
And with every breath I take
Your love will light my way
And for every day I live
The promise that I made
Is I will never let you go babe
They had circled the lake three times before Scott took Shelby's hand. "Did my heart ever love till now? Forswear it, sight. For I never saw true beauty till this night." Shelby shot him a disbelieving glance, and Scott laughed. "Ezra and David were watching Romeo and Juliet in their suite earlier." He explained simply.
"You sure it wasn't Bobby Joe and Jillian?" Shelby asked with a smile. It felt good to be able to joke like that with Scott, especially after the events at the Morp. "Because I've been told that there's not much of a difference between the two."
Scott ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously. "Yeah," he coughed and wiped the palm of his left hand on his faded blue jeans. "Look, Shells, about tonight…" Scott suddenly felt self-conscious, when Shelby turned to look at him. "I…I think…" He took a deep breath and concentrated on walking rather then the beautiful girl standing next to him. "I think you were wrong." He was finally able to get out.
I swear I never knew love like this before
and for everything you are
I gotta make you know
for your love
"I was wrong." Shelby repeated, both of them were unsure if she was agreeing with him, or if she was asking for an explanation.
"Yeah." Scott stopped her a few feet away from the dock and forced her to look at him. "You were wrong." He said more sternly. He smiled at the look of confusion that spread over her features. "I meant every word that I said to you earlier." He raised her chin so that the moonlight caught the now bluish purple color on her cheek. "And one more thing." Shelby opened her mouth to respond and then stopped. "I love you."
And I'd give anything for your love
'Cause baby I'd never make it alone
And forever I'll stand by your side
I just gotta make you see yeah
I only live... for your love
His mouth was so close to hers, and she could feel the electricity. Then he brushed her lips with his. Her mouth was so soft and warm underneath the pressure of his lips. Who began the next kiss? They moved as one now; when their lips touched again, they both gasped. Arms reached, caressed, embraced; rings glinted as fingers gripped arms and shoulders, caressed necks and caught up handfuls of hair. The kiss grew; was it a new kiss, or the same one?
She leaned up and into him; he was bowed slightly over her, wanting her desperately, his passion rising to all new levels. He had lost all track of coherent thought; all he was was need.
When I was running out of faith
You still believed in me
And never let me fall
And the times I lost my way
You're the one who held me up
And brought me through it all
And then she broke away, looking frightened, and stammered. "I'm sorry, I…I have to get back up to the room."
She turned, and almost ran, and though he said, "I know," he followed her, grabbed her, and pulled her around into his embrace.
I swear I never saw it like this before
'Cause baby with your love you gave me
the reason to go on
and for your love
They were kissing again, as they were meant to. He wanted her so much. He needed her.
"Oh God, you feel-" Shelby whispered into his shirt.
In that moment, he knew he had a choice to make. He chose for her, not himself. He said, "You have to get back upstairs."
She began to walk backwards, away from him. "You're right. This is me... Going. This is me going upstairs to bed."
And I'd give anything for your love
'Cause baby I'd never make it alone
And forever I'll stand by your side
I just gotta make you see yeah
I only live... for your love
Her gaze said otherwise. He pursued her. He couldn't stop himself. Lover, predator- he was both. In the world that he had grown up in, he didn't have to ask for things. He didn't have to deny himself anything.
He took.
He came up to her and put his arms around her. He was a welcome barrier to her flight. She raised her right hand slightly, and it fluttered down harmlessly to his shoulder as she moaned into his mouth. He kept kissing her, allowing himself to reveal exactly how much he wanted her. As he neared her neck with his kissed, he almost nipped at the spot where he jugular vein was. She gave a tiny cry, perhaps not even realizing what she was doing, and they both smiled a little. Danger was mixed in with the lust, and the love.
And everything I am
And all that I could be
Would mean nothing now
If you're not with me
Shinin' your light on me
When night is closen' in
When I was weak
You were the one who made me strong
you gave me faith to carry on
She would never realize what it took for him to break the embrace when he said, "Maybe down here in front of everyone isn't the best place for this." He laughed against her neck.
Shelby took a few steps back and looked around. "Yeah. We're already looking at a month of shuns when Peter hears about this." She took Scott's hand in her own and led him inside and to the elevator. No words were spoken until they had gotten to Scott's room. His father had paid for his own room so Ezra could bunk in the suite with David and Auggie and it not be too crowded.
When the door clicked shut, Shelby turned back to Scott. He had moved away from her, to the other side of the room. For her entire life, Shelby would barely remember crossing to Scott's side of the room and wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders…but she would never forget the way his breath fluttered on her throat as he murmured her name again and again. And when his lips found the silver scar at the corner of her mouth, she wasn't aware that the voice whispering, "yes" was her own.
And I'd give anything for your love
'Cause baby I'd never make it alone
And forever I'll stand by your side
I just gotta make you see yeah
I only live... for your love
Scott drew Shelby down to his bed. She's so beautiful, he thought as she relaxed in his arms. She feels so amazing. Her skin, her hair… He breathed her in. The scent of her, the sanity softness on her neck, her shoulders; Her hands, caressing him.
Oh Scott. Let me lose myself in you.
"Love me."
As they melted into each other, Shelby's heart soared with joy. For the first time in all of her 17 years, Shelby had hope of heaven.
What'd you guys think of that? What should the "morning after" be like? E-mail me and review you're ideas to me….The more you review the more you get.
