A/N: Just to let me clarify, the reviewer that reviewed under the name King
of Spades was someone who reviewed while I was still logged in. So, that
was not me who reviewed my own story. I am not that tacky. ;)
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Stephanie awoke from her deep slumber with rays of light falling upon the wall. Stephanie wondered how long she had been sleeping and then she remembered why she had been sleeping so long. The talk with Fred had been tiring to her throat.
She smiled at the thought of her savior, the man that had saved her life. They had become very good friends over the hours that they had spoken to one another. She dreaded having to leave him when she left and he had to stay. He was very gentle with her. He did not go into her relationships with her parents or her brother. Though they were no longer angry at each other it still hurt somewhat to think about it.
Her father walked in the room with a cup of coffee in his hands. He cooled it with his breath and sat down.
Stephanie put on her best pout on, "You didn't get any coffee for me? I need to wake up too."
Vince smiled, unfazed by her pouting, "Honey, you know you can't have coffee. It will hurt your throat too much."
"Damn."
"So what do you want to do today? The doctor said that you should start walking around."
"The only place I want to walk to is to Fred's room."
Vince smiled at his daughter, "I think you will have to walk farther then that."
"Well," Stephanie said thinking, "I could walk around his room and that would give me exercise."
"I guess that would be ok. Though it doesn't really matter what I say does it? You're going to go over there no matter what I say."
"Pretty much yeah."
"Ok baby girl, after you wake up a little more then you can walk over there."
"Ok daddy."
After a few minutes of the two speaking about the superstars and the accident, Stephanie looked and saw that enough time had passed for her to go.
"Dad, I'm ready to go," Steph said in a determined voice.
"Ok, let's go," Vince said.
Vince pulled Stephanie to her feet and she tested her legs for a moment. They were a little shaky at first put then they were fine. She made sure her hospital gown was tied up and then set off slowly for Fred's room.
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Fred was shaking uncontrollably in his bed. The pictures that were shooting through his head were terrible. They were ghastly and something that no one should ever see. As the horror appeared in front of his eyes, he heard a crow cawing and he could strangely hear what it was saying.
"Fred, you don't want to see this. So.DON'T LOOK!" the crow screamed at Fred, but he must. It was his curse to look.
Then he heard something else. A soothing gentle voice. A voice he recognized.
"Fred, it's ok. I'm here. It's ok," he heard the soothing female's voice say.
He knew that things were not ok. Far from it in fact. But he did not want to argue with her because she seemed so kind. He looked back at the horror and felt like he was doomed to stay here in this dreadful house that lived in his dreams.
Then he felt the voice pick up his spirit and set it back into his body. It was a great feeling. It was a feeling of immense peace. He soon found himself shaking in his real body and with gentle but firm hands pressed against his shoulders.
He opened his eyes and didn't see a crow or a horror, but he saw the beautiful person in the world. Stephanie.
Fred ceased his shaking and smiled up at Stephanie. She smiled back and Fred's heart gave a leap. It seemed to be the most beautiful and uplifting, her smile.
"What's the matter?" She asked him, concerned with how he had just been shaking.
"Nothing, just bad dreams," he said, not wanting to scare her.
Fred looked and saw that Vince was here as well. He was also looking at him with a concerned face.
"Really, I'm fine," Fred said trying to reassure the both of them.
They both looked at each other and then shrugged.
"Ok," Stephanie finally said, "So what do you want to do today?"
"Well, in my state, I can't really do anything."
Stephanie laughed and then Fred noticed something. She wasn't in her wheelchair anymore.
"Hey look at you," Fred said, motioning to her legs that were draped over the side of the bed.
"Yeah," said Steph, standing up and walking around a little, "The doctor said I need to give my legs an exercise."
"Yeah, the doctor said some other things as well," Vince finally said, getting into the conversation. "She said that Fred will be in a cast for his legs for about six months and will need to keep his ribs taped up as well. His head too. Your burned will leave a scar but they will heal fairly quickly. Several weeks and it shouldn't all that bad."
Fred closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. He would be spending a lot of time with good ol' mister couch.
"She also said," Vince said giving his last bit of news, "that Stephanie isn't really that bad and will be going home tomorrow."
Stephanie cursed out loud. Fred looked at her curiously.
"What's the matter? Don't you want to go home?" Fred said.
"No, not really," Stephanie said truthfully.
"Well, you really should get back home," Vince said.
"I know but."
"No Steph," Fred said painfully, "You should get back to your home. You have to go back to your own life. I'll be fine here."
"Are you sure? I mean I wouldn't want to leave you and you not be well after everything that you have done for me."
"I'm sure."
"Ok."
The rest of the day went along happily they talked and watched TV. They had had the accident on the news and they had watched that for a while. In what seemed like a short amount of time, the day was coming to a close and Lady Night was sweeping across the concrete jungle that they were living in.
"We better get to bed princess," Vince said with a yawn.
"I guess," Stephanie said sadly, thinking about the next day. They had decided that they would leave in the morning.
Fred put a hand on her shoulder knowing what she was thinking about, "It's for the best Stephanie. I'll be fine here."
Stephanie looked at Fred, her eyes glistening with tears that she didn't want o come and was fighting back, and thanked him for his comfort. She then sighed and stood up. She said good night and was gone through the door. Vince also said goodbye and followed Stephanie out the door.
Fred was left alone with his thoughts. He really didn't want her to go. He knew that she would forget him and never see him again if she did leave, but she had her life to get back to and Fred didn't want to stand in the way of that.
So Fred slipped slowly into slumber that he knew would be plagued with terrible dreams.
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Fred awoke suddenly, thankfully torn away from the horror that lived in his memory and his dreams. He looked to the clock that was on the wall. It was 5:17. He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep and even if he was able to, there would be that same damn dream.
So Fred turned the television on but wasn't paying attention to it. He was thinking too much about Stephanie. The way that laughed and smiled. Her hair, her eyes, every part of her. She was just so beautiful inside and out.
But it would never work. There was no way that she would want to be with a small newspaper journalist. And she had a life that he didn't want to interfere with. So he wouldn't.
So Fred watched TV for a while. Soon he looked at the clock again and it said that the hour was 8. Fred turned off the TV, knowing that Steph and Vince would soon be in to say a final goodbye.
No more than a few minutes later, they stepped through the door. Stephanie was wearing what she had been wearing the night of the accident. She looked beautiful, except for the terribly sad look that covered her face.
Fred did not want to drag this on so he got right to the point, "So I guess this is goodbye."
"Yeah," Stephanie said looking down.
"It was nice meeting you," Fred said not knowing of anything else to say.
"Well I'll come see you again," Steph said brightening up, "The next time that we are here for a show, I'll come visit you."
"Yeah, I'll write it down for you."
Fred picked up a piece of paper and a pen and wrote his address. He knew that it would never be used. She wouldn't come by. But he might as well play along with it.
He handed the paper to Stephanie. She took it with a shaking hand and stuffed into her Dockers pants pocket.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you," she said finally.
"It was nice meeting you too," said Vince before he left the room.
Stephanie made to leave as well, but she came quickly back and leaned in on Fred. Stephanie kissed Fred on the cheek and then left the room. Fred had a look of shock etched onto his face. He hadn't been expecting that at all.
That was the last he would get though so he might as well remember it. Fred laid his head back onto his pillow and thought about Stephanie. He knew, even though it was a painful realization, he knew that the only place that he would ever be seeing Stephanie again would be on television.
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A/N: Well that wasn't long at all ::says in sarcastic tone::. Thanks for the reviews. They are all the highlight of my day. So please review.
So, until next time my murder, same black wings, same damn card
SYWISY
King of Spades
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Stephanie awoke from her deep slumber with rays of light falling upon the wall. Stephanie wondered how long she had been sleeping and then she remembered why she had been sleeping so long. The talk with Fred had been tiring to her throat.
She smiled at the thought of her savior, the man that had saved her life. They had become very good friends over the hours that they had spoken to one another. She dreaded having to leave him when she left and he had to stay. He was very gentle with her. He did not go into her relationships with her parents or her brother. Though they were no longer angry at each other it still hurt somewhat to think about it.
Her father walked in the room with a cup of coffee in his hands. He cooled it with his breath and sat down.
Stephanie put on her best pout on, "You didn't get any coffee for me? I need to wake up too."
Vince smiled, unfazed by her pouting, "Honey, you know you can't have coffee. It will hurt your throat too much."
"Damn."
"So what do you want to do today? The doctor said that you should start walking around."
"The only place I want to walk to is to Fred's room."
Vince smiled at his daughter, "I think you will have to walk farther then that."
"Well," Stephanie said thinking, "I could walk around his room and that would give me exercise."
"I guess that would be ok. Though it doesn't really matter what I say does it? You're going to go over there no matter what I say."
"Pretty much yeah."
"Ok baby girl, after you wake up a little more then you can walk over there."
"Ok daddy."
After a few minutes of the two speaking about the superstars and the accident, Stephanie looked and saw that enough time had passed for her to go.
"Dad, I'm ready to go," Steph said in a determined voice.
"Ok, let's go," Vince said.
Vince pulled Stephanie to her feet and she tested her legs for a moment. They were a little shaky at first put then they were fine. She made sure her hospital gown was tied up and then set off slowly for Fred's room.
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Fred was shaking uncontrollably in his bed. The pictures that were shooting through his head were terrible. They were ghastly and something that no one should ever see. As the horror appeared in front of his eyes, he heard a crow cawing and he could strangely hear what it was saying.
"Fred, you don't want to see this. So.DON'T LOOK!" the crow screamed at Fred, but he must. It was his curse to look.
Then he heard something else. A soothing gentle voice. A voice he recognized.
"Fred, it's ok. I'm here. It's ok," he heard the soothing female's voice say.
He knew that things were not ok. Far from it in fact. But he did not want to argue with her because she seemed so kind. He looked back at the horror and felt like he was doomed to stay here in this dreadful house that lived in his dreams.
Then he felt the voice pick up his spirit and set it back into his body. It was a great feeling. It was a feeling of immense peace. He soon found himself shaking in his real body and with gentle but firm hands pressed against his shoulders.
He opened his eyes and didn't see a crow or a horror, but he saw the beautiful person in the world. Stephanie.
Fred ceased his shaking and smiled up at Stephanie. She smiled back and Fred's heart gave a leap. It seemed to be the most beautiful and uplifting, her smile.
"What's the matter?" She asked him, concerned with how he had just been shaking.
"Nothing, just bad dreams," he said, not wanting to scare her.
Fred looked and saw that Vince was here as well. He was also looking at him with a concerned face.
"Really, I'm fine," Fred said trying to reassure the both of them.
They both looked at each other and then shrugged.
"Ok," Stephanie finally said, "So what do you want to do today?"
"Well, in my state, I can't really do anything."
Stephanie laughed and then Fred noticed something. She wasn't in her wheelchair anymore.
"Hey look at you," Fred said, motioning to her legs that were draped over the side of the bed.
"Yeah," said Steph, standing up and walking around a little, "The doctor said I need to give my legs an exercise."
"Yeah, the doctor said some other things as well," Vince finally said, getting into the conversation. "She said that Fred will be in a cast for his legs for about six months and will need to keep his ribs taped up as well. His head too. Your burned will leave a scar but they will heal fairly quickly. Several weeks and it shouldn't all that bad."
Fred closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. He would be spending a lot of time with good ol' mister couch.
"She also said," Vince said giving his last bit of news, "that Stephanie isn't really that bad and will be going home tomorrow."
Stephanie cursed out loud. Fred looked at her curiously.
"What's the matter? Don't you want to go home?" Fred said.
"No, not really," Stephanie said truthfully.
"Well, you really should get back home," Vince said.
"I know but."
"No Steph," Fred said painfully, "You should get back to your home. You have to go back to your own life. I'll be fine here."
"Are you sure? I mean I wouldn't want to leave you and you not be well after everything that you have done for me."
"I'm sure."
"Ok."
The rest of the day went along happily they talked and watched TV. They had had the accident on the news and they had watched that for a while. In what seemed like a short amount of time, the day was coming to a close and Lady Night was sweeping across the concrete jungle that they were living in.
"We better get to bed princess," Vince said with a yawn.
"I guess," Stephanie said sadly, thinking about the next day. They had decided that they would leave in the morning.
Fred put a hand on her shoulder knowing what she was thinking about, "It's for the best Stephanie. I'll be fine here."
Stephanie looked at Fred, her eyes glistening with tears that she didn't want o come and was fighting back, and thanked him for his comfort. She then sighed and stood up. She said good night and was gone through the door. Vince also said goodbye and followed Stephanie out the door.
Fred was left alone with his thoughts. He really didn't want her to go. He knew that she would forget him and never see him again if she did leave, but she had her life to get back to and Fred didn't want to stand in the way of that.
So Fred slipped slowly into slumber that he knew would be plagued with terrible dreams.
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Fred awoke suddenly, thankfully torn away from the horror that lived in his memory and his dreams. He looked to the clock that was on the wall. It was 5:17. He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep and even if he was able to, there would be that same damn dream.
So Fred turned the television on but wasn't paying attention to it. He was thinking too much about Stephanie. The way that laughed and smiled. Her hair, her eyes, every part of her. She was just so beautiful inside and out.
But it would never work. There was no way that she would want to be with a small newspaper journalist. And she had a life that he didn't want to interfere with. So he wouldn't.
So Fred watched TV for a while. Soon he looked at the clock again and it said that the hour was 8. Fred turned off the TV, knowing that Steph and Vince would soon be in to say a final goodbye.
No more than a few minutes later, they stepped through the door. Stephanie was wearing what she had been wearing the night of the accident. She looked beautiful, except for the terribly sad look that covered her face.
Fred did not want to drag this on so he got right to the point, "So I guess this is goodbye."
"Yeah," Stephanie said looking down.
"It was nice meeting you," Fred said not knowing of anything else to say.
"Well I'll come see you again," Steph said brightening up, "The next time that we are here for a show, I'll come visit you."
"Yeah, I'll write it down for you."
Fred picked up a piece of paper and a pen and wrote his address. He knew that it would never be used. She wouldn't come by. But he might as well play along with it.
He handed the paper to Stephanie. She took it with a shaking hand and stuffed into her Dockers pants pocket.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you," she said finally.
"It was nice meeting you too," said Vince before he left the room.
Stephanie made to leave as well, but she came quickly back and leaned in on Fred. Stephanie kissed Fred on the cheek and then left the room. Fred had a look of shock etched onto his face. He hadn't been expecting that at all.
That was the last he would get though so he might as well remember it. Fred laid his head back onto his pillow and thought about Stephanie. He knew, even though it was a painful realization, he knew that the only place that he would ever be seeing Stephanie again would be on television.
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A/N: Well that wasn't long at all ::says in sarcastic tone::. Thanks for the reviews. They are all the highlight of my day. So please review.
So, until next time my murder, same black wings, same damn card
SYWISY
King of Spades