~ Do You Feel What I Feel? ~ Part 6 ~
A fan fic by DebC, Emi-Chan, Whlwtcher, Kacey, and Ash
This part is written by Emi-Chan.
Disclaimer: They're not ours. We may wish they were (especially Declan ::dreamy look::), but, unfortunately, they're not.
Peggy went down the familiar path through the park. It was usually
deserted at this time of the in the evening, and Peggy was thankful for that.
Her day at the hospital had been long and stressful ... the days had the
tendency to do that lately.
It had been a week since it had happened, 'it' referring to the incident
at the wedding, and she hadn't seen Declan since. Maybe it was because she
had avoided her usual trips to the Anthropology building of NOU ... or
because she still hadn't gathered the courage to return any of the ten phone
calls she'd received from him.
Peggy sighed and sat down on a nearby bench. Why did it have to be like
this? Why did she always hesitate and hang up the phone halfway through
dialing the now-familiar number?
The thing that really troubled her was that when she closed her eyes,
she'd see him with his casual, sometimes wrinkled clothes, his messy hair,
and his charming smile that was always her point of surrender whenever they
were in the middle of an argument. She wasn't used to that. She was used to
closing her eyes and imagining Adam by her side again.
She was even more troubled now that everything was out in the open. She
remembered when he had made the speech at the wedding. For a moment, one
fleeting moment, she had convinced herself that maybe she could give love
another try.
Then he said her name. It's funny how things change when something you've
been half-hoping for becomes a reality. She was suddenly so scared, so unsure.
'You have to talk to him again sometime, you know.' The rational voice in
her head kept saying.
"I know!" she retorted to herself out loud, "But what am I supposed to
say?" She sighed. It was just too confusing.
~*^*~
'Why don't you take Mole for a walk to clear your head?' Declan
remembered how annoyed he had been when she had said that. He'd had a right
to be. After all, how could she not have noticed the pile of "LOST DOG"
flyers in his hand? But now, of all the strange times in the world, those
words came back to him, and they seemed like a great idea, so he had hunted
up Mole's leash and taken him out for a walk in the park, which was where he
was now.
The park was unusually deserted, but then again, he had never really come
here at this time in the evening. It was too bad he hadn't, he mused as he
saw the sun begin to set over the pond, because it really was beautiful.
He had called her ten times, but he never got an answer. Ten times! He
sighed. What was he supposed to make of this? Of course, then again, he *had*
just told her just about the most surprising thing possible. Maybe if he just
gave her time --
His train of thought stopped right there because, all of the sudden, Mole
started running full speed, dragging Declan along behind him.
"What ... is it ... boy?" he said between pants as he tried to keep up
with the speeding canine.
Then, as quickly as he had started, the dog came to an abrupt halt ...
right in front of Peggy.
If he had been out of breath before, it was nothing compared to this. The
surprise of seeing her *right there* so suddenly left him completely winded.
He imagined how stupid he must look to her, gasping for breath, an extremely
surprised look on his face.
Of course, she looked just as surprised as he was.
When he did finally catch his breath, he could only think of one thing to
say, "Hey."
"Hey." she answered.
It was as if everything had frozen. Even their surroundings seemed to be
holding its breath, waiting for one of them to say *something*. Declan looked
down at Mole who looked back up at him expectantly.
He took a deep breath. "Peg ..." he started and trailed off.
"I'm sorry," both of them said at once.
Another silence.
"I shouldn't have ignored you like that." Peggy said, looking at the
ground, "I guess I was just ... scared."
"Of what?" Declan asked.
"I don't know, Declan." she said in exasperation, "I'm too confused to
know what it is."
"Peg, what you said at the wedding about not deserving me ..." he
hesitated, "that's not true. If anything, I'm the one that doesn't deserve
you."
"Declan ..."
"I get so wrapped up in investigating my miracles, that I don't realize
that I'm missing the miracle that's right in front of me."
Peggy looked as if she wanted to say something, anything, but she
remained silent.
"I almost lost you, Peggy," he went on, "but by some miracle I found you
again. Doesn't that count for something?"
There was yet another silence, this one even worse than the last because
Declan could feel her doubtfulness in the air around him.
"How do you know, Declan?" she asked, "How can you tell that we're meant
for eachother?"
"How did you know you were meant for your husband?"
"I don't know if I can trust my feelings anymore, Declan." she said,
"They haven't done me much good so far."
Declan sat down on the bench beside her and gave her a warm, penetrating
look. "Don't talk like that, Peg ..." He wanted more than anything to get
through to her. "Look, I don't know if it's going to work out, but we'll
never know if we don't try. All I know is that I can't lose you again. I
don't know what I'd do."
"I'm afraid, Declan."
"Don't be." he said as he leaned closer to her.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Declan shushed her, gently
placing a finger on her lips, then moving it to rest on her cheek. He had to
do this. He had to kiss her. He knew that if he didn't, he'd never forgive
himself.
To his utter surprise and astonishment, she no longer guarded herself
from him, but received him warmly and openly and they shared a short, but
intimate kiss. When they separated, Declan felt content to watch her,
drinking in her dark, but sparkling eyes, her black, spiraling hair ... He
watched as she blushed slightly and her eyes moved to the side. Then her
breath caught.
"Declan, look at the sunset ..." she mumbled, in awe.
Declan forced his gaze from Peggy and looked over the pond to see a
brilliant golden sunset streaked with beautiful hues of red, purple, and
blue, reflecting itself on the still pond.
And there they sat, arms around one another, enjoying the sunset and
eachother.
~*^*~
So that's all of it! We here at MwaysKindredSpirits are currently debating on whether or not to make another round robin. If we do, it will certainly be posted up here once it's finished! Thank you all for reading our fic!
Sincerely,
DebC, Emi-Chan, Whlwtcher, Kacey, and Ash
A fan fic by DebC, Emi-Chan, Whlwtcher, Kacey, and Ash
This part is written by Emi-Chan.
Disclaimer: They're not ours. We may wish they were (especially Declan ::dreamy look::), but, unfortunately, they're not.
Peggy went down the familiar path through the park. It was usually
deserted at this time of the in the evening, and Peggy was thankful for that.
Her day at the hospital had been long and stressful ... the days had the
tendency to do that lately.
It had been a week since it had happened, 'it' referring to the incident
at the wedding, and she hadn't seen Declan since. Maybe it was because she
had avoided her usual trips to the Anthropology building of NOU ... or
because she still hadn't gathered the courage to return any of the ten phone
calls she'd received from him.
Peggy sighed and sat down on a nearby bench. Why did it have to be like
this? Why did she always hesitate and hang up the phone halfway through
dialing the now-familiar number?
The thing that really troubled her was that when she closed her eyes,
she'd see him with his casual, sometimes wrinkled clothes, his messy hair,
and his charming smile that was always her point of surrender whenever they
were in the middle of an argument. She wasn't used to that. She was used to
closing her eyes and imagining Adam by her side again.
She was even more troubled now that everything was out in the open. She
remembered when he had made the speech at the wedding. For a moment, one
fleeting moment, she had convinced herself that maybe she could give love
another try.
Then he said her name. It's funny how things change when something you've
been half-hoping for becomes a reality. She was suddenly so scared, so unsure.
'You have to talk to him again sometime, you know.' The rational voice in
her head kept saying.
"I know!" she retorted to herself out loud, "But what am I supposed to
say?" She sighed. It was just too confusing.
~*^*~
'Why don't you take Mole for a walk to clear your head?' Declan
remembered how annoyed he had been when she had said that. He'd had a right
to be. After all, how could she not have noticed the pile of "LOST DOG"
flyers in his hand? But now, of all the strange times in the world, those
words came back to him, and they seemed like a great idea, so he had hunted
up Mole's leash and taken him out for a walk in the park, which was where he
was now.
The park was unusually deserted, but then again, he had never really come
here at this time in the evening. It was too bad he hadn't, he mused as he
saw the sun begin to set over the pond, because it really was beautiful.
He had called her ten times, but he never got an answer. Ten times! He
sighed. What was he supposed to make of this? Of course, then again, he *had*
just told her just about the most surprising thing possible. Maybe if he just
gave her time --
His train of thought stopped right there because, all of the sudden, Mole
started running full speed, dragging Declan along behind him.
"What ... is it ... boy?" he said between pants as he tried to keep up
with the speeding canine.
Then, as quickly as he had started, the dog came to an abrupt halt ...
right in front of Peggy.
If he had been out of breath before, it was nothing compared to this. The
surprise of seeing her *right there* so suddenly left him completely winded.
He imagined how stupid he must look to her, gasping for breath, an extremely
surprised look on his face.
Of course, she looked just as surprised as he was.
When he did finally catch his breath, he could only think of one thing to
say, "Hey."
"Hey." she answered.
It was as if everything had frozen. Even their surroundings seemed to be
holding its breath, waiting for one of them to say *something*. Declan looked
down at Mole who looked back up at him expectantly.
He took a deep breath. "Peg ..." he started and trailed off.
"I'm sorry," both of them said at once.
Another silence.
"I shouldn't have ignored you like that." Peggy said, looking at the
ground, "I guess I was just ... scared."
"Of what?" Declan asked.
"I don't know, Declan." she said in exasperation, "I'm too confused to
know what it is."
"Peg, what you said at the wedding about not deserving me ..." he
hesitated, "that's not true. If anything, I'm the one that doesn't deserve
you."
"Declan ..."
"I get so wrapped up in investigating my miracles, that I don't realize
that I'm missing the miracle that's right in front of me."
Peggy looked as if she wanted to say something, anything, but she
remained silent.
"I almost lost you, Peggy," he went on, "but by some miracle I found you
again. Doesn't that count for something?"
There was yet another silence, this one even worse than the last because
Declan could feel her doubtfulness in the air around him.
"How do you know, Declan?" she asked, "How can you tell that we're meant
for eachother?"
"How did you know you were meant for your husband?"
"I don't know if I can trust my feelings anymore, Declan." she said,
"They haven't done me much good so far."
Declan sat down on the bench beside her and gave her a warm, penetrating
look. "Don't talk like that, Peg ..." He wanted more than anything to get
through to her. "Look, I don't know if it's going to work out, but we'll
never know if we don't try. All I know is that I can't lose you again. I
don't know what I'd do."
"I'm afraid, Declan."
"Don't be." he said as he leaned closer to her.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Declan shushed her, gently
placing a finger on her lips, then moving it to rest on her cheek. He had to
do this. He had to kiss her. He knew that if he didn't, he'd never forgive
himself.
To his utter surprise and astonishment, she no longer guarded herself
from him, but received him warmly and openly and they shared a short, but
intimate kiss. When they separated, Declan felt content to watch her,
drinking in her dark, but sparkling eyes, her black, spiraling hair ... He
watched as she blushed slightly and her eyes moved to the side. Then her
breath caught.
"Declan, look at the sunset ..." she mumbled, in awe.
Declan forced his gaze from Peggy and looked over the pond to see a
brilliant golden sunset streaked with beautiful hues of red, purple, and
blue, reflecting itself on the still pond.
And there they sat, arms around one another, enjoying the sunset and
eachother.
~*^*~
So that's all of it! We here at MwaysKindredSpirits are currently debating on whether or not to make another round robin. If we do, it will certainly be posted up here once it's finished! Thank you all for reading our fic!
Sincerely,
DebC, Emi-Chan, Whlwtcher, Kacey, and Ash
