Authors note: Hey ya'll out there in fanfic readers land! Welcome to the
very first installment of my fic (yeah! Do a happy dance!) But seriously.
I'm happy that you're reading this and I suggest you review because reviews
really do make people oh-so-very-happy. I know this chapter is on the short
side, but if enough interest is shown I will try to make them longer. Oh,
and the song, "Get to me" is by Train, and if you haven't heard it I
recommend downloading it, or for those who are more legally minded, buying
the CD. It's on "My private nation" and..yeah. Read and Review.
Well an airplane's faster than a Cadillac
And a whole lot smoother than a camel's back
But I don't care how you get to me
Just get to me
"You're back." The words popped out of Abby's sleepy mouth before she even knew she was saying them, before she even woke up enough to see the fuzzy shape sitting on her bed as John Carter. The words that she had woken up with every day for two weeks hoping, even daring to pray, that John would be home and she could say them.
" Yeah, I'm back." So simple. Three little words. Abby stared at John in wonderment, her eyes focusing more and getting used to the dark. She reached out her hand towards him and sat up in her bed. His hand moved towards hers. Fingers latching on to fingers, simple contact, so simple. When had everything gotten so complicated?
John smiled and she could see it reach up into the very corners of his eyes. He held their twined hands up in the air and tilted them this way and that-the same way you would twirl fine wine under the light to see all the pigments it held deep inside.
"It was an....experience." He said, a laugh within his voice, somehow knowing that she wouldn't ask him, but needing to talk it all the same.
"I worried", she said, pulling her own hand out of their grasp and running it down his cheek, "when I didn't hear from you. I know that you probably couldn't have..."
John leaned his head towards Abby's and rested his forehead on her own. She could feel the tension in it, the exhaustion.
"I love you." He said, running his hands down her pajama clad back, "I thought, when I went that maybe I didn't, maybe I couldn't love you anymore, but I still do."
"I love you too." She said looking into his chocolate brown eyes. Puppy dog eyes Maggie had called them, impossible to say no to.
"I want you to know", John said, hesitation catching in his voice, "that I won't do it again. I won't run off like that." Abby stared at him for a moment. Was this really possible? She was tempted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "It's ok", she said, shifting a little down farther in the bed and taking john with her, "it's not like I haven't done the same thing."
John smiled at her and wrapped his arms further around her. Within minutes she could tell he was asleep. For a Moment she was all settled to go back to dreamland herself and then she remembered something.
"Hey." Abby nudged the sleeping Carter softly with her shoulder. He gave a muffled snort and fell silent. She nudged again, just a little harder this time.
"What?" John asked, eyes wild and body suddenly ridged, startling Abby. She reminded herself that he just came back from a war torn country and stroked his face, trying to calm him down.
"You forgot a good-night kiss."
Well an airplane's faster than a Cadillac
And a whole lot smoother than a camel's back
But I don't care how you get to me
Just get to me
"You're back." The words popped out of Abby's sleepy mouth before she even knew she was saying them, before she even woke up enough to see the fuzzy shape sitting on her bed as John Carter. The words that she had woken up with every day for two weeks hoping, even daring to pray, that John would be home and she could say them.
" Yeah, I'm back." So simple. Three little words. Abby stared at John in wonderment, her eyes focusing more and getting used to the dark. She reached out her hand towards him and sat up in her bed. His hand moved towards hers. Fingers latching on to fingers, simple contact, so simple. When had everything gotten so complicated?
John smiled and she could see it reach up into the very corners of his eyes. He held their twined hands up in the air and tilted them this way and that-the same way you would twirl fine wine under the light to see all the pigments it held deep inside.
"It was an....experience." He said, a laugh within his voice, somehow knowing that she wouldn't ask him, but needing to talk it all the same.
"I worried", she said, pulling her own hand out of their grasp and running it down his cheek, "when I didn't hear from you. I know that you probably couldn't have..."
John leaned his head towards Abby's and rested his forehead on her own. She could feel the tension in it, the exhaustion.
"I love you." He said, running his hands down her pajama clad back, "I thought, when I went that maybe I didn't, maybe I couldn't love you anymore, but I still do."
"I love you too." She said looking into his chocolate brown eyes. Puppy dog eyes Maggie had called them, impossible to say no to.
"I want you to know", John said, hesitation catching in his voice, "that I won't do it again. I won't run off like that." Abby stared at him for a moment. Was this really possible? She was tempted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "It's ok", she said, shifting a little down farther in the bed and taking john with her, "it's not like I haven't done the same thing."
John smiled at her and wrapped his arms further around her. Within minutes she could tell he was asleep. For a Moment she was all settled to go back to dreamland herself and then she remembered something.
"Hey." Abby nudged the sleeping Carter softly with her shoulder. He gave a muffled snort and fell silent. She nudged again, just a little harder this time.
"What?" John asked, eyes wild and body suddenly ridged, startling Abby. She reminded herself that he just came back from a war torn country and stroked his face, trying to calm him down.
"You forgot a good-night kiss."