Show: The Guardian
Title: Family
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Pairing: Nick/OC
A/N: I received an anonymous review from someone who said my characterization of Nick is
nothing like him at all. I appreciate the reviewer pointing out the fact, but I think if you pointed out
the fault, you should at least give me a little more information about how I can change it to make
him more like Nick. If you are reading this, please send me an email or another review telling me
exactly what was wrong. Don't just tell me it was wrong and leave it at that.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The rain continued to pound away outside. Inside, only the muffled din of it striking the exterior
walls and windows could be heard as Nick and Amelia remained cocooned in their own world,
nude bodies nestled against one another like spoons. Fascinated by the smooth warm skin of her
shoulder, Nick softly skimmed her fingers over the flesh, watching as the muscles bunched under
his touch, enjoying her little shiver of pleasure as he pressed his lips to the crook her shoulder.
"Why are you here?" he asked, tucking a tangled lock of damp hair behind her ear.
Amelia inhaled shakily and turned onto her back until she looked up into his eyes. Concern and
curiosity swirled in the sapphire depths. For long seconds she said nothing as he waited
expectantly. "I have wasted twenty years of my life," she answered cryptically.
Confusion knotted his brow.
"Children," she softly whispered in reply to his unasked question. Amelia gathered the sheets
closer around her body and sat up, leaning her head back against the headboard. "When I was
younger, I always thought that I had all the time in the world. I'd just met Freddie… we were
madly in love… I thought we would be together forever. It didn't matter – we would wait a while
before starting a family. Then we all know what happened next….
"When I came here three months ago to ask you to handle my divorce, I paid a visit to a
specialist… for women trying to have children with Myasthenia Gravis."
"What do you mean, Amelia?"
Amelia swallowed. "My doctor in New York *told* Freddie and I the reason I couldn't conceive
was because I had MG… I never bothered to get a second opinion, Nick. If only I had…" she
sobbed. "The reason I couldn't conceive wasn't because I had MG… it was because of Freddie! I
wasted the last eight years of my life, Nick… eight fucking years…. Now, nature's proven that she
can be an even bigger bitch and the reason I can't conceive is because my body is a hostile
environment… I'd kill any child of mine before it had a chance to live!"
Nick didn't quite know what to do or say, so he kept quiet as she continued to speak.
"I got back the results a week ago. I called Freddie. Do you know what that bastard told me when
he finally deigned to see me? That he'd known. He'd known that he had a low sperm count for ten
years. It's so fucking bizarre it would have been funny if he hadn't always made it known to me
that I was a disappointment to him because I couldn't have children."
The anger rose in Nicholas. "Freddie's a bastard Amelia."
"Believe me, I know. But it still hurt so bad because I never wanted to disappoint the man I loved."
"He doesn't deserve your love, Amelia. He never did. You're too good for him."
"And you think you deserve it, Nick… my love?"
Nick didn't answer. It wouldn't pay to lie – he knew that she knew he'd always harbored a
schoolboy's infatuation towards him. "Maybe… but you're too good for me, too," he finally replied.
Amelia's liquid green eyes held his in the dark. "I think you've got it all backward, Nicholas Fallin.
"*You're* too good for me."
He stroked her cheek even as he gripped her hips and slid into her again, enjoying the way her eyes
fluttered at the pleasure. "I guess we'll have to agree to disagree then, won't we?"
Amelia chuckled shakily. "This won't be easy, you know, Nick," she said soberly.
He didn't even pretend to not know what she was talking about. "I know."
"I mean, I'm ten years older than you... I'm not even a whole woman."
Nick stopped thrusting at that. "First off, Amelia, your age never mattered to me. It shouldn't matter to
you either. You never gave a damn what people thought before, why should you start now? Secondly, I've
*never* seen you as anything but whole." He kissed her hair.
"Then I guess we're back to the agreeing to disagree thing, aren't we?"
"I guess so.... I've never been one to lay it out on the table, you know that. I just know that this feels right.
For once in my life, something's good."
Amelia's bottom lip trembled and she lifted her head to kiss him softly. "It can't last forever, Nick. Not for us...."
He started to move again, sliding his body slowly into hers. "Then, I'll take what I can."
TBC…
Title: Family
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Pairing: Nick/OC
A/N: I received an anonymous review from someone who said my characterization of Nick is
nothing like him at all. I appreciate the reviewer pointing out the fact, but I think if you pointed out
the fault, you should at least give me a little more information about how I can change it to make
him more like Nick. If you are reading this, please send me an email or another review telling me
exactly what was wrong. Don't just tell me it was wrong and leave it at that.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The rain continued to pound away outside. Inside, only the muffled din of it striking the exterior
walls and windows could be heard as Nick and Amelia remained cocooned in their own world,
nude bodies nestled against one another like spoons. Fascinated by the smooth warm skin of her
shoulder, Nick softly skimmed her fingers over the flesh, watching as the muscles bunched under
his touch, enjoying her little shiver of pleasure as he pressed his lips to the crook her shoulder.
"Why are you here?" he asked, tucking a tangled lock of damp hair behind her ear.
Amelia inhaled shakily and turned onto her back until she looked up into his eyes. Concern and
curiosity swirled in the sapphire depths. For long seconds she said nothing as he waited
expectantly. "I have wasted twenty years of my life," she answered cryptically.
Confusion knotted his brow.
"Children," she softly whispered in reply to his unasked question. Amelia gathered the sheets
closer around her body and sat up, leaning her head back against the headboard. "When I was
younger, I always thought that I had all the time in the world. I'd just met Freddie… we were
madly in love… I thought we would be together forever. It didn't matter – we would wait a while
before starting a family. Then we all know what happened next….
"When I came here three months ago to ask you to handle my divorce, I paid a visit to a
specialist… for women trying to have children with Myasthenia Gravis."
"What do you mean, Amelia?"
Amelia swallowed. "My doctor in New York *told* Freddie and I the reason I couldn't conceive
was because I had MG… I never bothered to get a second opinion, Nick. If only I had…" she
sobbed. "The reason I couldn't conceive wasn't because I had MG… it was because of Freddie! I
wasted the last eight years of my life, Nick… eight fucking years…. Now, nature's proven that she
can be an even bigger bitch and the reason I can't conceive is because my body is a hostile
environment… I'd kill any child of mine before it had a chance to live!"
Nick didn't quite know what to do or say, so he kept quiet as she continued to speak.
"I got back the results a week ago. I called Freddie. Do you know what that bastard told me when
he finally deigned to see me? That he'd known. He'd known that he had a low sperm count for ten
years. It's so fucking bizarre it would have been funny if he hadn't always made it known to me
that I was a disappointment to him because I couldn't have children."
The anger rose in Nicholas. "Freddie's a bastard Amelia."
"Believe me, I know. But it still hurt so bad because I never wanted to disappoint the man I loved."
"He doesn't deserve your love, Amelia. He never did. You're too good for him."
"And you think you deserve it, Nick… my love?"
Nick didn't answer. It wouldn't pay to lie – he knew that she knew he'd always harbored a
schoolboy's infatuation towards him. "Maybe… but you're too good for me, too," he finally replied.
Amelia's liquid green eyes held his in the dark. "I think you've got it all backward, Nicholas Fallin.
"*You're* too good for me."
He stroked her cheek even as he gripped her hips and slid into her again, enjoying the way her eyes
fluttered at the pleasure. "I guess we'll have to agree to disagree then, won't we?"
Amelia chuckled shakily. "This won't be easy, you know, Nick," she said soberly.
He didn't even pretend to not know what she was talking about. "I know."
"I mean, I'm ten years older than you... I'm not even a whole woman."
Nick stopped thrusting at that. "First off, Amelia, your age never mattered to me. It shouldn't matter to
you either. You never gave a damn what people thought before, why should you start now? Secondly, I've
*never* seen you as anything but whole." He kissed her hair.
"Then I guess we're back to the agreeing to disagree thing, aren't we?"
"I guess so.... I've never been one to lay it out on the table, you know that. I just know that this feels right.
For once in my life, something's good."
Amelia's bottom lip trembled and she lifted her head to kiss him softly. "It can't last forever, Nick. Not for us...."
He started to move again, sliding his body slowly into hers. "Then, I'll take what I can."
TBC…