I do not own 7th Heaven.
Author's Note- Originally, I had chosen Mary's mystery man, but now, I now, think I will let my readers have that honor. So if you have an opinion on who he should be, it can be just about anyone, except Ben, because I'm marrying him off, or that creepy Captain Smith, because I refuse to put a pervert like him in any of my stories! Email me at rosie4820@yahoo .com, or just leave them in your review! Thanks, and please, enjoy, and tell me what you think!
Chapter 9- Maddy
Abby stepped off of the plane. There hadn't been many people on board, and she had purchased two first class tickets, since she really didn't want anyone sitting next to her, peppering her with questions. She just wanted to go and do what she had to do, not deal with chatty passengers.
She hadn't brought any luggage with her, Abby hadn't really thought about it. Now she walked past the noisy lines of people waiting to be searched, to claim their bags, or board planes to every possible destination.
Quickening her pace, she hurried over to the revolving doors. A burst of cold air hit her as she stumbled outside. Abby hailed a cab, and tried to warm herself, wishing she had worn a warmer coat.
"Where to, miss?" The cabbie asked, turning around to face her.
She took a breath, rubbing her hands together. "1011 1st street, please."
The cabbie looked a little shocked. "You sure you got that address right, miss?"
Abby nodded. "I have something I need to do there."
He nodded, and started the taxi. "Why a pretty girl like you would want to go there right off of a plane is beyond me." He muttered.
Abby didn't say anything. She knew that she needed to be there. It was the only place she needed to be today.
~*~*~
Chandler had been on the phone for the last hour, contacting everyone he knew in the New York City, his in laws were just as worried as he was about Abby. It wasn't like her to just take off with out telling anyone, even for the reasons she did. He just hoped that someone got to the airport and found her soon.
The phone rang, and he picked it up instantly. "Hello?" He said, hoping it was his wife.
"Chandler?" Eric Camden said. "What's going on? Annie is really worried, she feels bad about the whole situation."
Chandler groaned, this was the last thing he needed. "I can't talk now, but tell Annie that this isn't her fault. Abby would probably be in the city even if she hadn't gotten a ride from her."
The second he hung up the phone, it began to ring again. "Hello?" He said again, praying it was someone with good news.
"Chandler, it's Marianne." He heard his mother in law say, her voice shaky. "We have a problem."
~*~*~
The cab stopped, Abby pulled some bills from her wallet and stepped out of the cab. Shakily she started walking; the shadows on the ground were a bit scary. "I've never been here at night, I thought it was bad during the day, but it's worse in the dark." She told herself, trying to remain calm as she made her way down the rows, counting them off carefully, so she didn't miss where she needed to be.
Finally she reached her destination. Taking a breath she stopped, and kneeled down. Looking at the cold surface in front of her brought tears to her eyes. Abby traced the words etched in the smooth marble:
Matthew Marcus Maddon Son, Brother, Friend 1986-2003
"Hi Maddy." She said, as the tears stinging her eyes spilled onto her cheeks.
~*~*~
"What do you mean we have a problem?" Chandler asked, worry turning into panic. "What happened?"
"Well, I sent Hannah and Tim to the airport, but they missed her. The flight got in early, and they were just too late."
"So she's just wandering around by herself?"
"Don't worry. We know exactly where she is going to go. Katherine is heading over as we speak."
"I can't help but worry. There is nothing for me to do here but worry." Chandler sighed, flopping back against the cushions of the couch. "What makes you so sure she's going to the cemetery?"
"Where else would she go?" His mother in law said quietly.
~*~*~
Abby touched the frozen earth that held her best friend in its depths. "I almost didn't make it, Maddy. I almost forgot." She said, guilt settling in her stomach. "But I'm here, better late than never, right?"
Tears still running down her cheeks, she continued. "I wish everything had been different. I wish it had been me, like it should have been." Closing her eyes, she remembered that horrible day six years ago.
Abby and Maddy had been best friends. He lived one floor down from her family for the first seventeen years of their lives. They went to school together, were on the same soccer team. They were the keepers of each others secrets. He was the sanity to her craziness; they were like yin and yang: opposites, but perfect for one another.
It was their tradition to drive to her family's house in the Pocono Mountains for the official opening of ski season. It had started when they tagged along with their older sisters, Katherine and Annika, who themselves were best friends.
That year, they had been excited, because it was the first year that they could drive up there by themselves. Each of them had received their driver's licenses a few months before, and Abby and Maddy had decided to take turns, each driving for an hour each way.
The weekend had been so much fun, they had skied, had snowball fights, and she had even been able to get him to put on a pair of ice skates. On Sunday night, when they were about to leave, they had gotten into some stupid argument; Abby couldn't even remember what it was about now.
They sat quietly in the car, both angry, neither wanting to talk to the other. Abby fell asleep, and Maddy hadn't bothered to wake her to take over for him.
The next thing that Abby knew, she was lying on a gurney, a brace on her neck. She could hear the sirens all around her, they were so loud. She struggled to stay awake, but she was fighting a losing battle.
A few days later, she was in the hospital, her mother and father holding vigil at her bedside. It was then that she learned what had happened.
A drunk driver had hit their car, causing it to flip over several times. The doctors were still amazed that Abby had made it, but Maddy hadn't been so lucky. He had been killed on impact.
Ever since, she had felt guilty. What if she hadn't fallen asleep? Would he still be alive? She would give anything to have that happen. She just wanted to see him again, to hear his voice.
"Maddy, I miss you so much!" She sobbed. "I need you to help me; I need you to tell me what to do."
"I have a new secret for you Maddy." She whispered. "Remember the last time I came to visit? It was my wedding day. I told you all about Chandler, and how wonderful he was. I wish you could have been there, you were supposed to be standing right next to me, we were supposed to be making the old blue hairs faint at the thought of a man in a Sutton wedding party!"
"I'm pregnant, Maddy." She cried, "I'm going to have a baby this summer. But I don't know what to do. I don't want to give up being Catholic, but I don't want my family to be divided either. If you were here, you would know exactly what I should do, you always did."
Abby jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned sharply to see her oldest sister, Katherine, next to her.
"Abby, what are you doing?" Katherine asked, pulling her into a tight hug. "Everyone was so worried."
"I know. I didn't think about it, all I thought about was that I needed to get here as soon as I could." She answered, leaning against her for support. "I forgot, Kat, I forgot what today was."
Katherine stood up, and held out her hand to Abby. "Come on, let's go." She said, wiping tears off of her little sister's cheeks. "Mom is frantic right now; she has been imagining the worst."
The two got into the back of the car, and the driver took them back home, to the three floor apartment she had been raised in. Before they were even off of the elevator, Abby was pounced on by her mother. "Darling, are you alright? What were you thinking?!? Do you have any idea how worried we've been?"
Disentangling herself from her mother's arms, she saw her father standing in the doorway. "Abigayle Aryanna Hampton, you can't just get on a plane and go across the country without telling anyone. What if something happened to you? Who would know where you were?"
Abby sighed, and hugged him. "I know, Daddy. I panicked. I've never forgotten before, I didn't know what else to do."
Leading her inside, he sat her down on the couch. Katherine picked up the phone. "I'll call Tim and Hannah and tell them that they don't have to search anymore, and then I'll call Erin and Patrick and tell them that we found her." She said as she dialed.
"You called Patrick and Erin?" Abby said incredulously. "What were they going to do? They're at Penn State!"
"Abigayle, we called everyone when Chandler called. Your godfather had the whole organization put word out that if anyone touched you, they would have to deal directly with him." Her mother said, sitting on the other side of her. "I want you to promise me that you will never do this to me again, alright?" Abby nodded, feeling guilty for the trouble and worry she had caused the people she loved.
"I'm sorry, really I am." She sighed. "I didn't think about how this was going to affect everyone."
Katherine handed her the phone, and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I have to go home, Elise is still at home with Claudia, Alexia and Xavier. She was supposed to leave at eight o'clock, and its past ten now. Call your husband Abby."
Abby nodded and walked slowly into her old bedroom. It was still exactly the way it was since her first year of prep school. Sitting down on the fluffy white silk duvet cover, she dialed. He answered on the first ring. "Abby?"
"Hi." She said in a small voice.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine, actually, I feel a lot better now." She told him. "I'm sorry that I left, I know that you must have been worried sick."
"I'm just glad you're okay."
They spoke for a few more minutes, and she gave him her return flight information, promising him too, that she would never fly across the country without telling him first. She was too tired to talk anymore. Abby needed to sleep. She walked over to the carved mahogany dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Crawling into her bed, she closed her eyes, and fell into a troubled sleep.
Author's Note- Originally, I had chosen Mary's mystery man, but now, I now, think I will let my readers have that honor. So if you have an opinion on who he should be, it can be just about anyone, except Ben, because I'm marrying him off, or that creepy Captain Smith, because I refuse to put a pervert like him in any of my stories! Email me at rosie4820@yahoo .com, or just leave them in your review! Thanks, and please, enjoy, and tell me what you think!
Chapter 9- Maddy
Abby stepped off of the plane. There hadn't been many people on board, and she had purchased two first class tickets, since she really didn't want anyone sitting next to her, peppering her with questions. She just wanted to go and do what she had to do, not deal with chatty passengers.
She hadn't brought any luggage with her, Abby hadn't really thought about it. Now she walked past the noisy lines of people waiting to be searched, to claim their bags, or board planes to every possible destination.
Quickening her pace, she hurried over to the revolving doors. A burst of cold air hit her as she stumbled outside. Abby hailed a cab, and tried to warm herself, wishing she had worn a warmer coat.
"Where to, miss?" The cabbie asked, turning around to face her.
She took a breath, rubbing her hands together. "1011 1st street, please."
The cabbie looked a little shocked. "You sure you got that address right, miss?"
Abby nodded. "I have something I need to do there."
He nodded, and started the taxi. "Why a pretty girl like you would want to go there right off of a plane is beyond me." He muttered.
Abby didn't say anything. She knew that she needed to be there. It was the only place she needed to be today.
~*~*~
Chandler had been on the phone for the last hour, contacting everyone he knew in the New York City, his in laws were just as worried as he was about Abby. It wasn't like her to just take off with out telling anyone, even for the reasons she did. He just hoped that someone got to the airport and found her soon.
The phone rang, and he picked it up instantly. "Hello?" He said, hoping it was his wife.
"Chandler?" Eric Camden said. "What's going on? Annie is really worried, she feels bad about the whole situation."
Chandler groaned, this was the last thing he needed. "I can't talk now, but tell Annie that this isn't her fault. Abby would probably be in the city even if she hadn't gotten a ride from her."
The second he hung up the phone, it began to ring again. "Hello?" He said again, praying it was someone with good news.
"Chandler, it's Marianne." He heard his mother in law say, her voice shaky. "We have a problem."
~*~*~
The cab stopped, Abby pulled some bills from her wallet and stepped out of the cab. Shakily she started walking; the shadows on the ground were a bit scary. "I've never been here at night, I thought it was bad during the day, but it's worse in the dark." She told herself, trying to remain calm as she made her way down the rows, counting them off carefully, so she didn't miss where she needed to be.
Finally she reached her destination. Taking a breath she stopped, and kneeled down. Looking at the cold surface in front of her brought tears to her eyes. Abby traced the words etched in the smooth marble:
Matthew Marcus Maddon Son, Brother, Friend 1986-2003
"Hi Maddy." She said, as the tears stinging her eyes spilled onto her cheeks.
~*~*~
"What do you mean we have a problem?" Chandler asked, worry turning into panic. "What happened?"
"Well, I sent Hannah and Tim to the airport, but they missed her. The flight got in early, and they were just too late."
"So she's just wandering around by herself?"
"Don't worry. We know exactly where she is going to go. Katherine is heading over as we speak."
"I can't help but worry. There is nothing for me to do here but worry." Chandler sighed, flopping back against the cushions of the couch. "What makes you so sure she's going to the cemetery?"
"Where else would she go?" His mother in law said quietly.
~*~*~
Abby touched the frozen earth that held her best friend in its depths. "I almost didn't make it, Maddy. I almost forgot." She said, guilt settling in her stomach. "But I'm here, better late than never, right?"
Tears still running down her cheeks, she continued. "I wish everything had been different. I wish it had been me, like it should have been." Closing her eyes, she remembered that horrible day six years ago.
Abby and Maddy had been best friends. He lived one floor down from her family for the first seventeen years of their lives. They went to school together, were on the same soccer team. They were the keepers of each others secrets. He was the sanity to her craziness; they were like yin and yang: opposites, but perfect for one another.
It was their tradition to drive to her family's house in the Pocono Mountains for the official opening of ski season. It had started when they tagged along with their older sisters, Katherine and Annika, who themselves were best friends.
That year, they had been excited, because it was the first year that they could drive up there by themselves. Each of them had received their driver's licenses a few months before, and Abby and Maddy had decided to take turns, each driving for an hour each way.
The weekend had been so much fun, they had skied, had snowball fights, and she had even been able to get him to put on a pair of ice skates. On Sunday night, when they were about to leave, they had gotten into some stupid argument; Abby couldn't even remember what it was about now.
They sat quietly in the car, both angry, neither wanting to talk to the other. Abby fell asleep, and Maddy hadn't bothered to wake her to take over for him.
The next thing that Abby knew, she was lying on a gurney, a brace on her neck. She could hear the sirens all around her, they were so loud. She struggled to stay awake, but she was fighting a losing battle.
A few days later, she was in the hospital, her mother and father holding vigil at her bedside. It was then that she learned what had happened.
A drunk driver had hit their car, causing it to flip over several times. The doctors were still amazed that Abby had made it, but Maddy hadn't been so lucky. He had been killed on impact.
Ever since, she had felt guilty. What if she hadn't fallen asleep? Would he still be alive? She would give anything to have that happen. She just wanted to see him again, to hear his voice.
"Maddy, I miss you so much!" She sobbed. "I need you to help me; I need you to tell me what to do."
"I have a new secret for you Maddy." She whispered. "Remember the last time I came to visit? It was my wedding day. I told you all about Chandler, and how wonderful he was. I wish you could have been there, you were supposed to be standing right next to me, we were supposed to be making the old blue hairs faint at the thought of a man in a Sutton wedding party!"
"I'm pregnant, Maddy." She cried, "I'm going to have a baby this summer. But I don't know what to do. I don't want to give up being Catholic, but I don't want my family to be divided either. If you were here, you would know exactly what I should do, you always did."
Abby jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned sharply to see her oldest sister, Katherine, next to her.
"Abby, what are you doing?" Katherine asked, pulling her into a tight hug. "Everyone was so worried."
"I know. I didn't think about it, all I thought about was that I needed to get here as soon as I could." She answered, leaning against her for support. "I forgot, Kat, I forgot what today was."
Katherine stood up, and held out her hand to Abby. "Come on, let's go." She said, wiping tears off of her little sister's cheeks. "Mom is frantic right now; she has been imagining the worst."
The two got into the back of the car, and the driver took them back home, to the three floor apartment she had been raised in. Before they were even off of the elevator, Abby was pounced on by her mother. "Darling, are you alright? What were you thinking?!? Do you have any idea how worried we've been?"
Disentangling herself from her mother's arms, she saw her father standing in the doorway. "Abigayle Aryanna Hampton, you can't just get on a plane and go across the country without telling anyone. What if something happened to you? Who would know where you were?"
Abby sighed, and hugged him. "I know, Daddy. I panicked. I've never forgotten before, I didn't know what else to do."
Leading her inside, he sat her down on the couch. Katherine picked up the phone. "I'll call Tim and Hannah and tell them that they don't have to search anymore, and then I'll call Erin and Patrick and tell them that we found her." She said as she dialed.
"You called Patrick and Erin?" Abby said incredulously. "What were they going to do? They're at Penn State!"
"Abigayle, we called everyone when Chandler called. Your godfather had the whole organization put word out that if anyone touched you, they would have to deal directly with him." Her mother said, sitting on the other side of her. "I want you to promise me that you will never do this to me again, alright?" Abby nodded, feeling guilty for the trouble and worry she had caused the people she loved.
"I'm sorry, really I am." She sighed. "I didn't think about how this was going to affect everyone."
Katherine handed her the phone, and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I have to go home, Elise is still at home with Claudia, Alexia and Xavier. She was supposed to leave at eight o'clock, and its past ten now. Call your husband Abby."
Abby nodded and walked slowly into her old bedroom. It was still exactly the way it was since her first year of prep school. Sitting down on the fluffy white silk duvet cover, she dialed. He answered on the first ring. "Abby?"
"Hi." She said in a small voice.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine, actually, I feel a lot better now." She told him. "I'm sorry that I left, I know that you must have been worried sick."
"I'm just glad you're okay."
They spoke for a few more minutes, and she gave him her return flight information, promising him too, that she would never fly across the country without telling him first. She was too tired to talk anymore. Abby needed to sleep. She walked over to the carved mahogany dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Crawling into her bed, she closed her eyes, and fell into a troubled sleep.
