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A/N-If you are going to flame me, do it with a name so you don't seem like
a coward...COWARD!
Spot shoved the ring back into his pocket and sighed. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear from Thomas. He looked up. "What do I do, Tom?"
Thomas closed his eyes for a moment and then gazed at the boy. "You wait for her to say the words. When she does, you support her in her decisions and you raise that baby. That's all you can do."
Spot nodded as he walked out of the office. He went back into Sara's room and smiled at her. He loved her so much, it was impossible to explain. He just didn't understand why she would hide that from him. He wanted to wake her up and ask her why she was doing this to him but couldn't bring himself to do it.
He turned around and began walking down the stairs. He wasn't paying much attention to where he was going or he would have noticed Melody running at him. "KYLE!" She shouted, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Uhh...Mell...what's wrong?"
"Wrong? Nothin is wrong Spot! Ya gonna chose me an' we'se gonna live happily evah after like we planned...remember?"
Spot swallowed a scream of frustration and clenched his teeth. "No I ain't choosin' you. I gotta stay wit Sara. I love Sara an' I...we...never really got along dat great Mell. We was always fightin' an' shit. Just find yaself anuddah guy." He pushed her off him and continued on his way downstairs.
"You bastard! You can't just leave me heah alone! I love ya Kyle Conlon, even if half da goils in New York are rasin' ya kids!"
Spot froze and turned around. The sleeping around thing? He was used to that...but BASTARD?! That was a really big no-no. "Mell...ya just lost anuddah 8 thousand points on my Sara versus Melody chart. Get da fuck outta my Lodgin' House!"
Melody screamed and then pushed past him out of the building mumbling about murdering the 'little bitch that stole Kyle from her.'
Spot shook his head. "Pathetic Mell! Absolutely pathetic!" Then he made his way to Sara's room. She was awake, having heard the shouting. She smiled as he entered.
"I heard all of that...she's a bitch if you don't mind me saying?"
Spot smirked. "Yeah she is. You feelin' bettah?"
"A little bit...why?"
"C'mon. We're goin' somewhere."
"Where?"
"I'll tell ya when we get dere." He glanced at her and gave her a lopsided smile.
"When we get there I'll have already figured it out."
He shrugged. "I guess dat's your problem not mine."
"Oh really?" She stood up and put her arms around his neck, kissing him softly.
"Yeah...really." He stepped back, taking her hand and led her out of the Lodging house.
Sara groaned but let him drag her away. "No alcohol Kyle. I'm not in the 'drinking' mood."
"I ain't either so I guess ya lucky huh?"
"I guess I am."
He led her down the streets of Brooklyn until he reached the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. "Do you remember what happened heah Sara?"
She looked up at him. "How in hell could I forget?!"
He grinned. It was the exact place she had tried to jump off when she thought he was dead. "Remember what ya said?"
"Not exactly but it was somewhere along the lines of, 'Help me! Don't drop me! I don't want to die.' Is that right?"
"Somewhat. I still don't understand why ya did dat..."
"I didn't see a purpose in living anymore. You were gone and that meant half of me was gone."
"If I died taday, would ya jump?" He asked skeptically.
She jumped slightly at the question. 'Does he know?' She asked herself. 'No he couldn't...I didn't tell him yet.' "No, I wouldn't."
"Why not? You scared now dat ya faced death and actually beat it?"
"Maybe...why do you ask such a horrifying question?"
"Why would ya do such a horrifyin' thing?"
"Don't even give me that excuse Spot!" She grabbed his arm and turned his wrist to face her, exposing the knife scars he had inflicted on himself at eight years old.
"I wasn't talkin' bout dat...why aren't ya tellin' me? I know what I think...tell me if its true!" He almost said the last words in anger and frustration but caught himself. He didn't want to upset her...not now.
She glanced at him nervously "What are you talking about?"
Spot sighed. There was no way she'd tell him now. She was in complete denial. "Nevermind. Do you know why I like da bridge so much?"
She heaved a sigh of relief and shook her head. "Why?"
"Its pretty...beautiful even. Just like you." He gave her a fleeting look and then returned his attention to the swirling black water below him.
Sara raised an eyebrow and blushed. "Is that what the great Spot Conlon thinks huh?"
"Yeah. He told me," Spot said, playing her game. "He also told me he loves you and dat he has a really serious question ta ask you."
Sara's face grew solemn. "And this question is...?" She swallowed a gasp as Spot knelt in front of her. "Oh my god..."
"Look Sara, ya know I love ya an' I wouldn't do anything ta hurt ya...so no pressure okay? Will ya marry me?"
Sara felt tears roll down her cheeks. "Oh my god..." She repeated the phrase. Then reality grasped her again. "Of course I will!" She threw her arms around him, showering him with kisses.
Spot hadn't expected the kisses. He had expected the tears, yes, but not the kisses. He thought she would come off with some silly game she always played in serious situations. This was no game. She was actually being serious! She said yes...she loved him. Now all he had to do was steal that secret out of her and he was all set. Ready to live the rest of his life with the woman he loved.
Spot shoved the ring back into his pocket and sighed. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear from Thomas. He looked up. "What do I do, Tom?"
Thomas closed his eyes for a moment and then gazed at the boy. "You wait for her to say the words. When she does, you support her in her decisions and you raise that baby. That's all you can do."
Spot nodded as he walked out of the office. He went back into Sara's room and smiled at her. He loved her so much, it was impossible to explain. He just didn't understand why she would hide that from him. He wanted to wake her up and ask her why she was doing this to him but couldn't bring himself to do it.
He turned around and began walking down the stairs. He wasn't paying much attention to where he was going or he would have noticed Melody running at him. "KYLE!" She shouted, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Uhh...Mell...what's wrong?"
"Wrong? Nothin is wrong Spot! Ya gonna chose me an' we'se gonna live happily evah after like we planned...remember?"
Spot swallowed a scream of frustration and clenched his teeth. "No I ain't choosin' you. I gotta stay wit Sara. I love Sara an' I...we...never really got along dat great Mell. We was always fightin' an' shit. Just find yaself anuddah guy." He pushed her off him and continued on his way downstairs.
"You bastard! You can't just leave me heah alone! I love ya Kyle Conlon, even if half da goils in New York are rasin' ya kids!"
Spot froze and turned around. The sleeping around thing? He was used to that...but BASTARD?! That was a really big no-no. "Mell...ya just lost anuddah 8 thousand points on my Sara versus Melody chart. Get da fuck outta my Lodgin' House!"
Melody screamed and then pushed past him out of the building mumbling about murdering the 'little bitch that stole Kyle from her.'
Spot shook his head. "Pathetic Mell! Absolutely pathetic!" Then he made his way to Sara's room. She was awake, having heard the shouting. She smiled as he entered.
"I heard all of that...she's a bitch if you don't mind me saying?"
Spot smirked. "Yeah she is. You feelin' bettah?"
"A little bit...why?"
"C'mon. We're goin' somewhere."
"Where?"
"I'll tell ya when we get dere." He glanced at her and gave her a lopsided smile.
"When we get there I'll have already figured it out."
He shrugged. "I guess dat's your problem not mine."
"Oh really?" She stood up and put her arms around his neck, kissing him softly.
"Yeah...really." He stepped back, taking her hand and led her out of the Lodging house.
Sara groaned but let him drag her away. "No alcohol Kyle. I'm not in the 'drinking' mood."
"I ain't either so I guess ya lucky huh?"
"I guess I am."
He led her down the streets of Brooklyn until he reached the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge. "Do you remember what happened heah Sara?"
She looked up at him. "How in hell could I forget?!"
He grinned. It was the exact place she had tried to jump off when she thought he was dead. "Remember what ya said?"
"Not exactly but it was somewhere along the lines of, 'Help me! Don't drop me! I don't want to die.' Is that right?"
"Somewhat. I still don't understand why ya did dat..."
"I didn't see a purpose in living anymore. You were gone and that meant half of me was gone."
"If I died taday, would ya jump?" He asked skeptically.
She jumped slightly at the question. 'Does he know?' She asked herself. 'No he couldn't...I didn't tell him yet.' "No, I wouldn't."
"Why not? You scared now dat ya faced death and actually beat it?"
"Maybe...why do you ask such a horrifying question?"
"Why would ya do such a horrifyin' thing?"
"Don't even give me that excuse Spot!" She grabbed his arm and turned his wrist to face her, exposing the knife scars he had inflicted on himself at eight years old.
"I wasn't talkin' bout dat...why aren't ya tellin' me? I know what I think...tell me if its true!" He almost said the last words in anger and frustration but caught himself. He didn't want to upset her...not now.
She glanced at him nervously "What are you talking about?"
Spot sighed. There was no way she'd tell him now. She was in complete denial. "Nevermind. Do you know why I like da bridge so much?"
She heaved a sigh of relief and shook her head. "Why?"
"Its pretty...beautiful even. Just like you." He gave her a fleeting look and then returned his attention to the swirling black water below him.
Sara raised an eyebrow and blushed. "Is that what the great Spot Conlon thinks huh?"
"Yeah. He told me," Spot said, playing her game. "He also told me he loves you and dat he has a really serious question ta ask you."
Sara's face grew solemn. "And this question is...?" She swallowed a gasp as Spot knelt in front of her. "Oh my god..."
"Look Sara, ya know I love ya an' I wouldn't do anything ta hurt ya...so no pressure okay? Will ya marry me?"
Sara felt tears roll down her cheeks. "Oh my god..." She repeated the phrase. Then reality grasped her again. "Of course I will!" She threw her arms around him, showering him with kisses.
Spot hadn't expected the kisses. He had expected the tears, yes, but not the kisses. He thought she would come off with some silly game she always played in serious situations. This was no game. She was actually being serious! She said yes...she loved him. Now all he had to do was steal that secret out of her and he was all set. Ready to live the rest of his life with the woman he loved.