Title: Two Hearts Beat As One - The Sequel
Author: Jane Morrison (LUCKYJ50@aol.com)
Rating: G
Category: Josh/Donna angst
Disclaimer: They are *so* not mine. They will forever be Aaron Sorkin's to
me.
E-mail address for feedback: LUCKYJ50@aol.com
Archiving permission: Sure! Just let me know where so I can visit.
Feedback: Yes, please!! It makes me very, very happy
Notes: I vowed when I wrote the first part of this that there wouldn't be a
sequel, but so many people asked for one that I just had to write it. You
should read the first part before this part or it probably won't make a whole
lot of sense. Part One was posted on 5/12/03, but if anyone wants me to
email a copy just let me know, and I'll send it along. As always, many
thanks to Christine for suggestions, proofing and inspiring my muse to keep
active :). And thanks to all who sent such great feedback for the first part!!
"Two Hearts Beat As One" ~ The Sequel
He spends his days, when he's alone, staring aimlessly at the TV or out the
window. Recovery is slow. Too slow. He wants, no, he *needs* to be back at
work, back in the thick of things. He feels lost, disconnected. Out of
touch with the world. And so he stares, waiting. Waiting to heal, waiting
for the doctors to tell him he can go back to work.
He tries to remember the accident. He remembers the snow, nearly blinding,
as he stepped off the curb to hail a cab. He remembers the flash of
headlights, the sudden shock at being on his back on the ground, his whole
body numb, the searing pain in his head. He remembers a face above him, the
hand on his shoulder, the distant frantic sound of the man's voice. "You're
gonna be okay, buddy. I've called 911." And he remembers seeing her face,
even though he knows she wasn't really there, and thinking or perhaps saying,
"Donna," just before his world disappeared into darkness.
Donna. She appears at odd hours of the day, whenever she can slip away, and
spends every evening with him, sometimes sleeping on his couch. She brings
him food, books, magazines, and regales him with news of work. But not too
much. She insists that he needs his rest and shouldn't be worrying about work.
He hates being dependent on anyone, most of all Donna. But she's been so
selfless and unrelentingly cheerful these past weeks. He watches her now as
she flits around the room, straightening, humming softly to herself. He
doesn't understand how she can be so happy in the midst of all of his angst.
But he also doesn't know the source of her happiness; that sometimes in his
sleep he tells her he loves her.
Donna tells him that Leo, CJ, Toby and Will, all kept vigil with her when
they could.
And Sam. Sam has called every day since returning to California. He misses
Sam, doesn't think his life will ever be quite the same now that he doesn't
see him every day. Donna tells him that Sam was there for nearly a week when
the accident first happened. He vaguely remembers him being there, of telling
him to take care of Donna for him, tell her he loved her.
He remembers the warmth of Donna's breath in his ear, her soft whisper,
"Don't leave me...". But most of all he remembers feeling her heart beating
against his and he remembers thinking if only he could match his heart beat
to hers he would get better. He thinks about this now as he watches her. He
wants to feel her heart beating against him again. In fact it's something he
wants to feel every day, and every night as he's drifting off to sleep. He's
going to tell her this soon.
She must sense him watching her because she stops in the midst of opening the
blinds a bit to let more sunlight in and turns to him. She smiles and he
thinks how angelic she looks standing in the sunlight. He swears he sees a
halo around her.
"What?"
"You take such good care of me, Donna." He smiles. "That's all." He runs
his hand through his hair. "But you need to get back to your life and not
spend so much time here."
She kneels in front of him, taking his hands. "But where else would I be,
Josh?"
He feels his throat tighten. She's the one thing, the one person who has
saved his sanity these past weeks. "I owe you so much."
"You owe me nothing. You lived. Nothing could ever compare to that, or be
more important to me that that, Josh. Nothing."
She looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears, full of hope and yearning.
He pushes a piece of hair back from her face and cups her chin in his hand,
and he finally knows the truth and his heart soars with the knowledge.
Her love is what saved him.
~~~~~~
The End
Feedback is lovely!!!
Author: Jane Morrison (LUCKYJ50@aol.com)
Rating: G
Category: Josh/Donna angst
Disclaimer: They are *so* not mine. They will forever be Aaron Sorkin's to
me.
E-mail address for feedback: LUCKYJ50@aol.com
Archiving permission: Sure! Just let me know where so I can visit.
Feedback: Yes, please!! It makes me very, very happy
Notes: I vowed when I wrote the first part of this that there wouldn't be a
sequel, but so many people asked for one that I just had to write it. You
should read the first part before this part or it probably won't make a whole
lot of sense. Part One was posted on 5/12/03, but if anyone wants me to
email a copy just let me know, and I'll send it along. As always, many
thanks to Christine for suggestions, proofing and inspiring my muse to keep
active :). And thanks to all who sent such great feedback for the first part!!
"Two Hearts Beat As One" ~ The Sequel
He spends his days, when he's alone, staring aimlessly at the TV or out the
window. Recovery is slow. Too slow. He wants, no, he *needs* to be back at
work, back in the thick of things. He feels lost, disconnected. Out of
touch with the world. And so he stares, waiting. Waiting to heal, waiting
for the doctors to tell him he can go back to work.
He tries to remember the accident. He remembers the snow, nearly blinding,
as he stepped off the curb to hail a cab. He remembers the flash of
headlights, the sudden shock at being on his back on the ground, his whole
body numb, the searing pain in his head. He remembers a face above him, the
hand on his shoulder, the distant frantic sound of the man's voice. "You're
gonna be okay, buddy. I've called 911." And he remembers seeing her face,
even though he knows she wasn't really there, and thinking or perhaps saying,
"Donna," just before his world disappeared into darkness.
Donna. She appears at odd hours of the day, whenever she can slip away, and
spends every evening with him, sometimes sleeping on his couch. She brings
him food, books, magazines, and regales him with news of work. But not too
much. She insists that he needs his rest and shouldn't be worrying about work.
He hates being dependent on anyone, most of all Donna. But she's been so
selfless and unrelentingly cheerful these past weeks. He watches her now as
she flits around the room, straightening, humming softly to herself. He
doesn't understand how she can be so happy in the midst of all of his angst.
But he also doesn't know the source of her happiness; that sometimes in his
sleep he tells her he loves her.
Donna tells him that Leo, CJ, Toby and Will, all kept vigil with her when
they could.
And Sam. Sam has called every day since returning to California. He misses
Sam, doesn't think his life will ever be quite the same now that he doesn't
see him every day. Donna tells him that Sam was there for nearly a week when
the accident first happened. He vaguely remembers him being there, of telling
him to take care of Donna for him, tell her he loved her.
He remembers the warmth of Donna's breath in his ear, her soft whisper,
"Don't leave me...". But most of all he remembers feeling her heart beating
against his and he remembers thinking if only he could match his heart beat
to hers he would get better. He thinks about this now as he watches her. He
wants to feel her heart beating against him again. In fact it's something he
wants to feel every day, and every night as he's drifting off to sleep. He's
going to tell her this soon.
She must sense him watching her because she stops in the midst of opening the
blinds a bit to let more sunlight in and turns to him. She smiles and he
thinks how angelic she looks standing in the sunlight. He swears he sees a
halo around her.
"What?"
"You take such good care of me, Donna." He smiles. "That's all." He runs
his hand through his hair. "But you need to get back to your life and not
spend so much time here."
She kneels in front of him, taking his hands. "But where else would I be,
Josh?"
He feels his throat tighten. She's the one thing, the one person who has
saved his sanity these past weeks. "I owe you so much."
"You owe me nothing. You lived. Nothing could ever compare to that, or be
more important to me that that, Josh. Nothing."
She looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears, full of hope and yearning.
He pushes a piece of hair back from her face and cups her chin in his hand,
and he finally knows the truth and his heart soars with the knowledge.
Her love is what saved him.
~~~~~~
The End
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