A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! This story is kind of weird, but I do have a selected ending…just gotta do a few more messages :) This is based on the book and the new TV series, not the movie, yadda yadda yadda :P Oh, by the way, I picked you up a fortune cookie. Hmm, look at that! It says, "A review a day keeps the stalkers away"! I guess you don't wanna be stalked, huh? And yes, I am very corny.
Sarah
When Sarah saw the front page, she lost it. She let out a wail of pain, and scooped JJ into her arms. She rocked him back and forth, sobbing and whimpering helplessly. She hugged him until he squirmed and said, "Mo-om! I have to go to school!" before he escaped her clutch and sprinted from the house to the bus, looking fairly relieved.
"Sarah?" Walt asked tentatively. "What's wrong, honey?"
"H-he's dead!" Sarah moaned, rocking back and forth, tears spilling down her cheeks. Walt clearly didn't understand, so she motioned to the paper.
Walt picked it up and looked it over. "Hey! Stillson is out of the race!"
Sarah stared at him, dumbstruck. "JOHNNY!" She screamed suddenly, making her husband jump. She was filled with an unexplainable rage, and she leapt to her feet, hands balled into fists at her sides. "How can you care about Greg? Johnny's gone! He was right, we were wrong, and all you care about is that Greg dropped out of the RACE?!"
Walt stared at her, speechless. His emotions were fleeing through his eyes, and he was afraid she would read them incorrectly, or worse, correctly.
She did see the looks in his eyes, and read them to be relief. She drew a breath, then hissed, "You're glad he's gone! He wasn't supposed to live, which is the only reason why you married me! How DARE you!" Sarah's eyes were hurt, full of accusation and loss.
"Now wait a minute, that's not fair!" Walt exclaimed, feeling his temper rise. Before he could continue, Sarah raised her hands in a motion that said I-will-not-talk-of-this-you-are-below-me fashion and ran into the bedroom, locking the door behind her. He could hear her sobs behind the door, and felt his rage deflate. "Oh, now, come on, I'm sorry, I guess that was uncaring. Come on out." The only answer he got was louder sobs.
Walt stood outside the door pleading for a while, then finally left for work, not wanting to be too late.
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Sarah was lying on the bed, a pillow covering her ears to block out Walt's voice. She hated everything about him right then, and didn't want to see him.
She lay there a while after her tears stopped, after she called Bruce, who seemed to be in shock. She wished JJ was home, so she could hold him tight and thank her lucky stars a part of Johnny had lived on.
As Sarah lay on her side, she stared at the night table. It was antique oak, beautifully hand-crafted. On top of it was a white cordless phone. The phone drew her attention the most. She debated with herself, then picked it up, clearing her throat and dialing Johnny's number after a moment's hesitation.
It rang four times before the answering machine picked up. Johnny's corny old message was still there, and he sounded alive and healthy.
*beep*
"Hi, Johnny, it's Sarah. I-I just wanted to talk to you." Sarah cleared her throat and continued. "It's wonderfully brave what you did…I wish I had listened to you about Gre…about Mr. Stillson."
Deep breath. "I love you, Johnny. I wish you had told me about your tumor…and…and…" Tears were spilling down her cheeks again. "This isn't the way it was supposed to be! It was supposed to be you and me, and our hockey team! B-but then Walt came, and…I should have waited! I love you! Johnny!"
Sarah broke down then, crying and sobbing uncontrollably, muttering her love and regrets to the answering to a dead man's answering machine. It as quite a while before she got control of herself, but (miraculously) Johnny's machine didn't cut her off.
"I…I just called to tell you how much I love you, and how I wish things were different." Sarah said softly, then hung up, an empty pit forming in her heart and stomach.
She glanced at the clock. Walt would be coming home for lunch soon, and she didn't want to face him…yet. The pain of losing Johnny was fresh and all over her again. She needed time to herself, but she knew she'd probably be back for dinner, just to make sure Walt didn't give up on cooking and give JJ pizza from Pizza Hut that was growing mold…
Sarah grabbed her purse and let herself out of the house, automatically taking one of the routes Johnny had loved to take when he was working on strengthening his legs.
A/N: Okay, 2 down, ? many to go. Hope you liked this chapter! Please listen to your fortune cookie! REVIEW (or I shall cry, then hunt you down…maybe, lol) please.
