Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay it's taken me in posting this chapter. I've been really really sick. But I'm one of those stupid people who tries to keep going when they're sick, so it's not like I've been able to just chill at home and work on this. No, I keep doing everything I would normally do, so that I'm too tired to even turn the computer on when I get home. So...yeah. Thanks so much to all you guys who have been reviewing. It means the world to me (and I think it cures my cough a little bit) when I come home and see those e-mails showing someone is actually reading this story that I'm putting my heart and soul into. So, shout-outs to: Elane (as always), Angelscribe (another long-timer), Mysticalfem, Carrie, and Alissa (all new). Now let's get onto the reason you're here: the story!
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The drive to the airport was quiet. Neither Scott nor Amy wanted to acknowledge what had happened back there in the hotel room; the awkwardness of the moment was simply too fresh. Also, in their insecurity, they both wondered if the other had even felt the awkward moment, so both were loathe to bring it up.
Scott parked the car quietly in the airport terminal parking lot and Amy stubbornly helped him carry in his things inside. Neither said anything until he was standing in front of the gate he'd be leaving through, and the final boarding call came on.
"So...," Amy started quietly and, unable to restrain himself, Raven leaped forward and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder, terrified to let go of her and acknowledge the fact of this moment: that he really was leaving.
Lita held him tightly as well and they stood there a long moment, not caring about the other people in the terminal watching them. Scott stroked her hair absentmindedly, pulling her closer all the while.
Finally, as if on some cue, they both pulled away at the same time.
"Call me?" Lita asked quietly, as if she didn't quite believe he really would.
He just nodded, afraid his voice would fail him. Wordlessly, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and walked away. Amy watched him until he rounded a corner and she could no longer see him.
She walked out to the car and assured herself she was fine. By the time she was behind the driver's seat, she had let out a scream of loss and pain, and was crying in great hitching sobs, barely able to see where she was going, barely able to see the people gawking at the young woman crying her heart out in a rental car as she drove away from the airport.
Scott sat down in his seat on the plane, convinced he was fine. He put his head against the window and stared out, without really seeing anything he was looking at. A stewardess came up and asked him if he needed anything, and when he opened his mouth to say he was all right, his voice broke, and soon everyone had politely turned their heads to look at the grown man who was crying like a child, crying as if he had just lost everything in the world.
As far as Scott and Amy were both concerned, they had.
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The drive to the airport was quiet. Neither Scott nor Amy wanted to acknowledge what had happened back there in the hotel room; the awkwardness of the moment was simply too fresh. Also, in their insecurity, they both wondered if the other had even felt the awkward moment, so both were loathe to bring it up.
Scott parked the car quietly in the airport terminal parking lot and Amy stubbornly helped him carry in his things inside. Neither said anything until he was standing in front of the gate he'd be leaving through, and the final boarding call came on.
"So...," Amy started quietly and, unable to restrain himself, Raven leaped forward and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder, terrified to let go of her and acknowledge the fact of this moment: that he really was leaving.
Lita held him tightly as well and they stood there a long moment, not caring about the other people in the terminal watching them. Scott stroked her hair absentmindedly, pulling her closer all the while.
Finally, as if on some cue, they both pulled away at the same time.
"Call me?" Lita asked quietly, as if she didn't quite believe he really would.
He just nodded, afraid his voice would fail him. Wordlessly, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and walked away. Amy watched him until he rounded a corner and she could no longer see him.
She walked out to the car and assured herself she was fine. By the time she was behind the driver's seat, she had let out a scream of loss and pain, and was crying in great hitching sobs, barely able to see where she was going, barely able to see the people gawking at the young woman crying her heart out in a rental car as she drove away from the airport.
Scott sat down in his seat on the plane, convinced he was fine. He put his head against the window and stared out, without really seeing anything he was looking at. A stewardess came up and asked him if he needed anything, and when he opened his mouth to say he was all right, his voice broke, and soon everyone had politely turned their heads to look at the grown man who was crying like a child, crying as if he had just lost everything in the world.
As far as Scott and Amy were both concerned, they had.