Horizon ~ Part 2
This is the ending that might actually get people to read this.
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So they sat. The clouds parted and the rain stopped, the sun shone in the sky and they watched it set and thought about what the next day would bring.
Her wedding was soon. She was committed to be with Noah. It wasn't a passionate love, but he was safe. She knew where they would be, twenty, thirty years in the future. While the man sitting next to her made her heart race, she didn't know if he felt the same way as she did. Hell she didn't even know how *she* felt. She couldn't love him; she didn't even know the guy. But she wasn't indifferent to him. He made her heart do cartwheels, and this was the closest physical proximity they'd ever been in.
"You do realize that you're soaking wet, right?" She looked up at him and saw the smirk on his face.
"Well you're not too dry yourself." She threw back.
They sat in silence for a while longer, until she spoke again, "You changed your time."
So she wasn't completely uninterested in him, "A lot of things changed for me." He said mysteriously.
"I'm going to ask you something very personal." It was a statement, not a question and it was helping him see who this girl was.
"Go ahead."
Looking at him, her green eyes sparkled, "What were you running from?"
The question didn't really surprise him; it was something he should've expected. It was how he'd first seen her and it was how he'd come to actually meet her. But he didn't know her and he couldn't break down the wall that he'd taken so long to build, "We all have our demons. I was just trying to make sure mine didn't devour me."
As far as answers went, it was probably the most cryptic one she'd ever gotten, but she didn't press.
"Fox." He'd said it so suddenly, she wasn't sure she'd heard him right.
"Fox?" The only Fox she'd ever heard of was a Crane and one of her sisters friends.
"Nicholas Foxworth Crane. Fox." He stuck out his hand and she shook it.
This was the famous Fox, the playboy that she'd been told her all about. The guy who'd stolen Whitney from right underneath Chad and then broken up with her a few months later, the one who cared only about himself and money. And here she was on the beach sitting with him and feeling more alive then she'd felt in, well in forever.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew past them and it was then that she realized just how cold she was.
"You're soaked. Let's get you inside and get some dry clothes on you."
~*~
He'd taken her to his apartment and she'd stolen his clothes, big as they were. They'd talked all night about themselves and the connection was still there for her. But she wouldn't say anything because she was scared. And fear is a real mood killer.
He was determined, he'd talked to her and he knew that what he felt wasn't just his imagination. It was real. She was someone he connected to and he liked that.
~*~
Her wedding was today. He had, of course, been invited. He'd been invited before he even knew it was her. And he wondered how he would've reacted had he gone to the wedding and seen her walking down the aisle, then finding out who she was. At this moment it didn't matter, all that mattered was her and what happened.
~*~
He smiled as they drove past the "Thank you for visiting Harmony" sign. Life was good.
~*~
Ba-da! And a new ending is born. This can be taken as a Therox fic, but it IS meant to be Fox and Paloma. All you have to do is pretend that Fox and Theresa didn't know each other. Yeah, doesn't really work. PLEASE let me know what you think. I shall beg.
This is the ending that might actually get people to read this.
Disclaim
~*~
So they sat. The clouds parted and the rain stopped, the sun shone in the sky and they watched it set and thought about what the next day would bring.
Her wedding was soon. She was committed to be with Noah. It wasn't a passionate love, but he was safe. She knew where they would be, twenty, thirty years in the future. While the man sitting next to her made her heart race, she didn't know if he felt the same way as she did. Hell she didn't even know how *she* felt. She couldn't love him; she didn't even know the guy. But she wasn't indifferent to him. He made her heart do cartwheels, and this was the closest physical proximity they'd ever been in.
"You do realize that you're soaking wet, right?" She looked up at him and saw the smirk on his face.
"Well you're not too dry yourself." She threw back.
They sat in silence for a while longer, until she spoke again, "You changed your time."
So she wasn't completely uninterested in him, "A lot of things changed for me." He said mysteriously.
"I'm going to ask you something very personal." It was a statement, not a question and it was helping him see who this girl was.
"Go ahead."
Looking at him, her green eyes sparkled, "What were you running from?"
The question didn't really surprise him; it was something he should've expected. It was how he'd first seen her and it was how he'd come to actually meet her. But he didn't know her and he couldn't break down the wall that he'd taken so long to build, "We all have our demons. I was just trying to make sure mine didn't devour me."
As far as answers went, it was probably the most cryptic one she'd ever gotten, but she didn't press.
"Fox." He'd said it so suddenly, she wasn't sure she'd heard him right.
"Fox?" The only Fox she'd ever heard of was a Crane and one of her sisters friends.
"Nicholas Foxworth Crane. Fox." He stuck out his hand and she shook it.
This was the famous Fox, the playboy that she'd been told her all about. The guy who'd stolen Whitney from right underneath Chad and then broken up with her a few months later, the one who cared only about himself and money. And here she was on the beach sitting with him and feeling more alive then she'd felt in, well in forever.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew past them and it was then that she realized just how cold she was.
"You're soaked. Let's get you inside and get some dry clothes on you."
~*~
He'd taken her to his apartment and she'd stolen his clothes, big as they were. They'd talked all night about themselves and the connection was still there for her. But she wouldn't say anything because she was scared. And fear is a real mood killer.
He was determined, he'd talked to her and he knew that what he felt wasn't just his imagination. It was real. She was someone he connected to and he liked that.
~*~
Her wedding was today. He had, of course, been invited. He'd been invited before he even knew it was her. And he wondered how he would've reacted had he gone to the wedding and seen her walking down the aisle, then finding out who she was. At this moment it didn't matter, all that mattered was her and what happened.
~*~
He smiled as they drove past the "Thank you for visiting Harmony" sign. Life was good.
~*~
Ba-da! And a new ending is born. This can be taken as a Therox fic, but it IS meant to be Fox and Paloma. All you have to do is pretend that Fox and Theresa didn't know each other. Yeah, doesn't really work. PLEASE let me know what you think. I shall beg.