AN: The song lyrics are 'I Don't Care' by Delta Goodrem – she's a new
Aussie singer and I haven't been able to track down a correct copy of the
lyrics. The ones in the fic are typed by me while listening to the song.
'Drops of Jupiter' by Train (I used it in FA1, as well. I know the Train
lyrics are accurate. I also love that song!)
Chapter Five: Epilogue
Also Known As: …And Jesus Brought A Casserole.
Syl had woken up, sprawled across Krit, his arms wrapped tightly around her, their legs entangled and the world felt generally pleasant.
They'd had the world's quickest shower (taking into consideration that they had it together) and left – 'accidentally' not checking out or paying.
Syl fiddled with the radio for awhile, looking for a reasonable station.
//Guess what they say
1 That boy is working you
Be careful what you do
They say he's nothing,
but trouble with an attitude
…Blackmailing intervention
My friends with good intention
Say if you don't work with me,
Girl you must be crazy
Don't feel with this heart//
Krit snorted with laughter. "Sounds like something Maxie'd go through – Zane mentioned that Zack hates Maxie's beau."
//They don't see through these eyes
They don't feel with this heart
They don't what its like//
"Sounds like something we've all been through, with Zack," Syl grinned. "Zack has this uncanny ability of knowing exactly what –or who – I've been doing. Be prepared for the lecture of the century. Sometimes, Zack puts Lydecker to shame."
//They're not kissing your lips
Not touching like this
I feel the passion and the fire ignite me
I don't care what they say,
I don't care what they do
They could lock me forever try to stop me loving you
2 They tried to keep Romeo and Juliet apart
Baby, Doesn't matter what they say
I only listen to my heart
I don't care what they do, no1s gonna stop me loving you
Your body feels so right
If the world should end tonight,
I'd be satisfied…//
"Ugh – I have to get the big brother lecture," Krit groaned. They were both pushing Tinga and Max to the back of their minds.
"Sorry," Syl giggled, drinking a can of lemonade.
//I don't care what they say,
I don't care what they do
They could lock me up forever try to stop me loving you
3 They tried to keep Romeo and Juliet apart
Baby, Doesn't matter what they say
I only listen to my heart
I don't care what they do, no ones gonna stop me loving you
They don't see through these eyes
They don't feel with this heart
They don't what its like…//
"Sleep," Krit patted her leg. "I got some sleep last night, but…"
"Too wired," she shrugged, leaning against his shoulder. "You know how I get."
"Yeah, I do."
"Wake me in a couple of hours and we'll switch," she murmured, asleep almost instantly.
//"…Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
"…Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way…"//
They were in Seattle – four hours, Syl had slept for. Krit just couldn't wake her. She looked so peaceful – she actually looked her age when she slept. While she was awake, you'd think she was 24 or 25. Only when she was asleep, was it believable she was only 20.
Like Maxie.
Krit pushed that thought to the back of his mind and paused at a sector checkpoint, holding out their passes. He didn't want to go and find Zack; he wanted everyone to be healthy and happy.
'All I need now is to see a crow,' he thought bitterly and drove towards the warehouse they were meeting Zack and Maxie's beau at.
"Wake up, Syl, we're here," he kissed her cheek, her eyelids fluttering.
"What? Already? I told you we could switch!" Syl murmured, sitting up, her blonde hair all fluffed up from sleeping.
"You looked so peaceful asleep, I couldn't wake you," Krit said, pulling up inside the warehouse. Zack and some strange, oddly familiar man stood there. He sucked in his breath and turned to Syl.
"I just want this over with – I want Maxie to be safe and then we can go back to Florida and you can make good on that grin."
Syl laughed and leant over and kissed him.
Krit didn't ever think he'd forget the expression Zack's face -shock, happiness and a bit of token anger. Syl pulled away and got out of the car in one fluid motion. Krit grinned at her and got out as well.
"Not a word, Zack. How can we help?" Syl asked, as she hugged Zack.
"Well…"
//Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded?
And that heaven is overrated//
AN: It's over! My baby's finished. Does it need a sequel? Was the ending okay? Is there any way I could make it better? Then let me know by pressing the 'submit review button' to your…left!
Chapter Five: Epilogue
Also Known As: …And Jesus Brought A Casserole.
Syl had woken up, sprawled across Krit, his arms wrapped tightly around her, their legs entangled and the world felt generally pleasant.
They'd had the world's quickest shower (taking into consideration that they had it together) and left – 'accidentally' not checking out or paying.
Syl fiddled with the radio for awhile, looking for a reasonable station.
//Guess what they say
1 That boy is working you
Be careful what you do
They say he's nothing,
but trouble with an attitude
…Blackmailing intervention
My friends with good intention
Say if you don't work with me,
Girl you must be crazy
Don't feel with this heart//
Krit snorted with laughter. "Sounds like something Maxie'd go through – Zane mentioned that Zack hates Maxie's beau."
//They don't see through these eyes
They don't feel with this heart
They don't what its like//
"Sounds like something we've all been through, with Zack," Syl grinned. "Zack has this uncanny ability of knowing exactly what –or who – I've been doing. Be prepared for the lecture of the century. Sometimes, Zack puts Lydecker to shame."
//They're not kissing your lips
Not touching like this
I feel the passion and the fire ignite me
I don't care what they say,
I don't care what they do
They could lock me forever try to stop me loving you
2 They tried to keep Romeo and Juliet apart
Baby, Doesn't matter what they say
I only listen to my heart
I don't care what they do, no1s gonna stop me loving you
Your body feels so right
If the world should end tonight,
I'd be satisfied…//
"Ugh – I have to get the big brother lecture," Krit groaned. They were both pushing Tinga and Max to the back of their minds.
"Sorry," Syl giggled, drinking a can of lemonade.
//I don't care what they say,
I don't care what they do
They could lock me up forever try to stop me loving you
3 They tried to keep Romeo and Juliet apart
Baby, Doesn't matter what they say
I only listen to my heart
I don't care what they do, no ones gonna stop me loving you
They don't see through these eyes
They don't feel with this heart
They don't what its like…//
"Sleep," Krit patted her leg. "I got some sleep last night, but…"
"Too wired," she shrugged, leaning against his shoulder. "You know how I get."
"Yeah, I do."
"Wake me in a couple of hours and we'll switch," she murmured, asleep almost instantly.
//"…Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
"…Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way…"//
They were in Seattle – four hours, Syl had slept for. Krit just couldn't wake her. She looked so peaceful – she actually looked her age when she slept. While she was awake, you'd think she was 24 or 25. Only when she was asleep, was it believable she was only 20.
Like Maxie.
Krit pushed that thought to the back of his mind and paused at a sector checkpoint, holding out their passes. He didn't want to go and find Zack; he wanted everyone to be healthy and happy.
'All I need now is to see a crow,' he thought bitterly and drove towards the warehouse they were meeting Zack and Maxie's beau at.
"Wake up, Syl, we're here," he kissed her cheek, her eyelids fluttering.
"What? Already? I told you we could switch!" Syl murmured, sitting up, her blonde hair all fluffed up from sleeping.
"You looked so peaceful asleep, I couldn't wake you," Krit said, pulling up inside the warehouse. Zack and some strange, oddly familiar man stood there. He sucked in his breath and turned to Syl.
"I just want this over with – I want Maxie to be safe and then we can go back to Florida and you can make good on that grin."
Syl laughed and leant over and kissed him.
Krit didn't ever think he'd forget the expression Zack's face -shock, happiness and a bit of token anger. Syl pulled away and got out of the car in one fluid motion. Krit grinned at her and got out as well.
"Not a word, Zack. How can we help?" Syl asked, as she hugged Zack.
"Well…"
//Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded?
And that heaven is overrated//
AN: It's over! My baby's finished. Does it need a sequel? Was the ending okay? Is there any way I could make it better? Then let me know by pressing the 'submit review button' to your…left!