And the awaited chapter 13 is up! : )
Author's Note: This chapter takes place on the same day as the chapter previous (hence the parallelism you shall find). However, it is, of course, Elizabeth's day. And, I think I'm nearing the end here, possibly three or four more chapters to follow this one.... IF, of course... I get reviews... because otherwise, I just may become too busy to finish. *grins evilly* So, review... please.
~Natalie~
*These characters here are not from my head,
If they were, then Dr. Romano wouldn't be dead.
They do, however, belong to the powers that be,
Who'd be wasting their time suing lil' ol' me.
I'm just borrowing them to let them have fun,
In scenarios the producers never would have done.
So I'm not being ludicrous and pretending they're mine,
And, my friends, I'm not making one measly dime.
So no more delay, let's get on with this show,
Keep your hands and arms inside... because here we go!*
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The colors lit the sky with an amazing array of wondrous colors that could only be described as "breathtaking". Elizabeth sighed as she lay in bed watching the sun peek over the horizon. This was her second favorite time of day, the first being sunset. The sunrise, though, had a capacity that the setting of the sun did not. The sunset offered finality, and Elizabeth liked finality, but the sunrise provided a new beginning, a hope almost, for things to come. She stared out the window watching the birth of a new day as the sun began to rise into the vivid colors the sky had provided.
She sighed. The sunrise was so symbolic to her. It was a metaphor, a simile, a personification of her entire life, of her entire being. Every day seemed as though it were a new beginning, full of potential for change, for happiness.
And as the sun reached its full potential, her thought turned to Robert. To the last time she had heard his voice: "Does it really matter." It wasn't a question because, she knew, he believed he already knew the answer. And, she thought she did as well. It didn't matter. But as the memories of the day previous flooded her mind, she remembered that not everything was set in stone, and, she had decided, it did matter.
She wasn't sure exactly why it mattered, but there was something in her heart, in her mind, that told her it did matter, that it should. So, it mattered.
But was what she had heard true? Did Robert possess those feelings for her? He hadn't told her, and hell if she knew the answer. She knew he had an affection for her, perhaps an affection that he held for no one else, but was it love?
Love, by any other man, it would not have been.
But, this was Robert Romano, he was not any other man. He was cocky, self- assured, arrogant, egotistical, sarcastic... okay, so he was like most men... but he was certainly not run of the mill. In fact, he was not like any man she had ever before met. He was different.
But what was love by this man? Was it what he felt for her? The more she pondered it, the more she became aware that she didn't know. She had no idea what it was.
She noticed the sun had come full rise, and she crawled out of bed, thankful she didn't have to go to work, and somewhat relieved that she didn't have to face Robert. But, at the same time, she was somewhat sad at the fact that she didn't have to face Robert. In actuality, this situation excited her, if it didn't fully terrify her.
What did she feel for him? That was the question she hadn't wanted to face. That's the one she hadn't wanted to answer. But, like death and taxes, it was inevitable. She had to come to terms with her feelings, whatever they may end up being, no matter how scared out of her mind she truly was.
But the truth of the matter was: She didn't know. She simply didn't know how she felt for Romano. He was all the things she had said, egotistical, completely arrogant, one of the most pretentious and self-righteous men she had ever met.
That wasn't the type of men she was attracted to, powerful men, yes, but never men as pretentious as Robert Romano.
But he brought out a secret desire in her, or so she called it. A craving, if you will, for the unknown. As she said, she had never before known anyone like Romano, and his arrogance intrigued her, and dare she say it, often turned her on. His haughty disdain often made her weak in the knees despite herself, but it was something she thought could simply fill her daydreams, she never thought she'd have to come to terms with the ominous feelings Robert Romano provoked inside of her.
And there she was again, consumed of thoughts with Robert Romano, when she should be thinking about.... Well, anything except him. She sighed and decided to straighten up the house, trying desperately to push the thoughts out of her head.
This was crazy. Certifiable by every book known to mankind.
She dusted around the house, lifting the trinkets she had strategically placed around the house to make it homey, watching the particles fall to the floor in a flurry of dust bunnies. She concentrated on the dust, on the trinkets, anything to keep her thoughts away from Romano. But, they inevitably circled around...
Was it true?
"Oh Bloody Hell!" She said out loud in frustration. She stalked over to the phone and picked it up hastily.
She dialed the long number and waited for it to ring.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end said.
"Hello, mother." Elizabeth said. She couldn't believe she was resorting to this to try to sort out her feelings.
Her mother sounded shocked "Elizabeth, hello." There was silence before Elizabeth said "I'm sorry to have bothered you mother."
"It's no bother Elizabeth." Her mother assured, wondering why her daughter sounded so distant. "Is there something specific you wished to speak of?"
"No." She said before reconsidering, "yes, actually, mother, there is."
"I'm listening dear." Her mother said, somewhat concernedly.
From there, Elizabeth poured out the entire story, telling her mother nearly everything that had happened, from Robert's question, to her lack of knowledge.
".... And, I just, don't know what to do, mother." Elizabeth said with frustration.
"Do you know how you feel, child?" her mother questioned.
Elizabeth sighed, "No." she said with finality.
"Well, Elizabeth, you must first sort out your own feelings before you can go questioning his."
She knew her mother was right, "But, do you think what I've heard is true?" She knew her mother wouldn't know the answer, but she asked anyway.
"That he loves you? Elizabeth, I don't know that any more than you do. But, you must follow what your head tells you. Do you think that he does?"
There was a hesitation "I don't know."
"Well, there seems to be quite a few things of which you're not sure. Figure them out. Assess his feelings, and then yours. Only then will you be able to concentrate."
Elizabeth sighed. Unfortunately, her mother was right. "All right, mother. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Her mother said "Elizabeth?"
"Yes?"
"I love you." Her mother emphasized the word 'I'.
She gave a small smile. "I love you too mother."
She sighed and hung up the receiver. Yes, that conversation had gotten her far.
So she sat down, deciding to give into the thoughts that were pervading her mind, because otherwise she'd spend the entire day trying to fight them off. What did he feel for her? He had told her to use her instincts, and when she had told them, perhaps falsely, how her instincts had made her feel, he hadn't contradicted her. In fact, he'd said to trust them. That they had served her well in medicine. Did that mean that her "instincts", or what she had paraded as her instincts, were correct? That he didn't love her?
Why did love have to be so damn cryptic? Why couldn't people just say what they mean and mean what they say? *Yeah, you're one to talk, Elizabeth* her inner voice shouted. "Oh shut up" she said out loud.
The penumbra of this entire situation irritated her.
He hadn't answered her yes or no... why? All of these questions made Elizabeth's head hurt.
No, she decided, he didn't love her. There was no evidence to suggest that he did, aside from a small affection she had noticed, but that was nothing. That was simply friendship. Plus, this decision made everything quite a bit easier, as she didn't deem it necessary to sort out her own feelings.
No, Robert didn't love her.
Why, then, had he told her of his family? Of the event which had caused so much pain and inner turmoil? Why, for even a brief moment, had he let her into his heart? Was it because they were friends? Or was it because he felt something stronger for her? Was it because he'd needed someone to confide in, and she was the only one there? Or was it because he loved her?
She sighed as she rubbed her temple: And why are there so many damn questions??? Why can't it just be a simple yes or no answer, why can't everything just be easy?
Finally, a question she knew the answer to. Because, if things were easy, it wouldn't be Robert and Elizabeth.
Her mind turned back to Robert himself, not his situation. She hated to admit it, but she was attracted to him. His arrogance had her inexorably drawn to him. She couldn't deny that, though she desperately wanted to. His cocky attitude, and their sparring had awakened a desire in her, stirred an attraction she never knew was there. She'd never before thought it possible, but it had been there for a long while. His sarcastic nature making her stomach lurch in the most pleasant way imaginable. Every barb he sent her way, or someone else's for that matter, made that familiar enjoyable pang into her stomach.
No, she certainly hadn't planned to fall for Robert Romano.
Her mouth dropped as she realized she'd actually thought those last words. They couldn't be true, could they? She was simply caught in the moment of thinking about the feelings Romano ignited within her.
Surely she hadn't fallen for Robert Romano....
Or had she?
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Review, Review, Review, Review... and dare I say, Review.
Why? Because, it makes me ecstatic every single time I read what y'all have to say.... And it makes me want to continue... for if I have no reviews... I have no incentive to finish... : )
Sorry for the sufficient lack of Romano/Corday interaction in the last two chapters, but you know it's good to see all of the wonderful thoughts they're having... you know it!
One more time for good measure: REVIEW!!!!
Thanks!
~Natalie~
Author's Note: This chapter takes place on the same day as the chapter previous (hence the parallelism you shall find). However, it is, of course, Elizabeth's day. And, I think I'm nearing the end here, possibly three or four more chapters to follow this one.... IF, of course... I get reviews... because otherwise, I just may become too busy to finish. *grins evilly* So, review... please.
~Natalie~
*These characters here are not from my head,
If they were, then Dr. Romano wouldn't be dead.
They do, however, belong to the powers that be,
Who'd be wasting their time suing lil' ol' me.
I'm just borrowing them to let them have fun,
In scenarios the producers never would have done.
So I'm not being ludicrous and pretending they're mine,
And, my friends, I'm not making one measly dime.
So no more delay, let's get on with this show,
Keep your hands and arms inside... because here we go!*
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The colors lit the sky with an amazing array of wondrous colors that could only be described as "breathtaking". Elizabeth sighed as she lay in bed watching the sun peek over the horizon. This was her second favorite time of day, the first being sunset. The sunrise, though, had a capacity that the setting of the sun did not. The sunset offered finality, and Elizabeth liked finality, but the sunrise provided a new beginning, a hope almost, for things to come. She stared out the window watching the birth of a new day as the sun began to rise into the vivid colors the sky had provided.
She sighed. The sunrise was so symbolic to her. It was a metaphor, a simile, a personification of her entire life, of her entire being. Every day seemed as though it were a new beginning, full of potential for change, for happiness.
And as the sun reached its full potential, her thought turned to Robert. To the last time she had heard his voice: "Does it really matter." It wasn't a question because, she knew, he believed he already knew the answer. And, she thought she did as well. It didn't matter. But as the memories of the day previous flooded her mind, she remembered that not everything was set in stone, and, she had decided, it did matter.
She wasn't sure exactly why it mattered, but there was something in her heart, in her mind, that told her it did matter, that it should. So, it mattered.
But was what she had heard true? Did Robert possess those feelings for her? He hadn't told her, and hell if she knew the answer. She knew he had an affection for her, perhaps an affection that he held for no one else, but was it love?
Love, by any other man, it would not have been.
But, this was Robert Romano, he was not any other man. He was cocky, self- assured, arrogant, egotistical, sarcastic... okay, so he was like most men... but he was certainly not run of the mill. In fact, he was not like any man she had ever before met. He was different.
But what was love by this man? Was it what he felt for her? The more she pondered it, the more she became aware that she didn't know. She had no idea what it was.
She noticed the sun had come full rise, and she crawled out of bed, thankful she didn't have to go to work, and somewhat relieved that she didn't have to face Robert. But, at the same time, she was somewhat sad at the fact that she didn't have to face Robert. In actuality, this situation excited her, if it didn't fully terrify her.
What did she feel for him? That was the question she hadn't wanted to face. That's the one she hadn't wanted to answer. But, like death and taxes, it was inevitable. She had to come to terms with her feelings, whatever they may end up being, no matter how scared out of her mind she truly was.
But the truth of the matter was: She didn't know. She simply didn't know how she felt for Romano. He was all the things she had said, egotistical, completely arrogant, one of the most pretentious and self-righteous men she had ever met.
That wasn't the type of men she was attracted to, powerful men, yes, but never men as pretentious as Robert Romano.
But he brought out a secret desire in her, or so she called it. A craving, if you will, for the unknown. As she said, she had never before known anyone like Romano, and his arrogance intrigued her, and dare she say it, often turned her on. His haughty disdain often made her weak in the knees despite herself, but it was something she thought could simply fill her daydreams, she never thought she'd have to come to terms with the ominous feelings Robert Romano provoked inside of her.
And there she was again, consumed of thoughts with Robert Romano, when she should be thinking about.... Well, anything except him. She sighed and decided to straighten up the house, trying desperately to push the thoughts out of her head.
This was crazy. Certifiable by every book known to mankind.
She dusted around the house, lifting the trinkets she had strategically placed around the house to make it homey, watching the particles fall to the floor in a flurry of dust bunnies. She concentrated on the dust, on the trinkets, anything to keep her thoughts away from Romano. But, they inevitably circled around...
Was it true?
"Oh Bloody Hell!" She said out loud in frustration. She stalked over to the phone and picked it up hastily.
She dialed the long number and waited for it to ring.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end said.
"Hello, mother." Elizabeth said. She couldn't believe she was resorting to this to try to sort out her feelings.
Her mother sounded shocked "Elizabeth, hello." There was silence before Elizabeth said "I'm sorry to have bothered you mother."
"It's no bother Elizabeth." Her mother assured, wondering why her daughter sounded so distant. "Is there something specific you wished to speak of?"
"No." She said before reconsidering, "yes, actually, mother, there is."
"I'm listening dear." Her mother said, somewhat concernedly.
From there, Elizabeth poured out the entire story, telling her mother nearly everything that had happened, from Robert's question, to her lack of knowledge.
".... And, I just, don't know what to do, mother." Elizabeth said with frustration.
"Do you know how you feel, child?" her mother questioned.
Elizabeth sighed, "No." she said with finality.
"Well, Elizabeth, you must first sort out your own feelings before you can go questioning his."
She knew her mother was right, "But, do you think what I've heard is true?" She knew her mother wouldn't know the answer, but she asked anyway.
"That he loves you? Elizabeth, I don't know that any more than you do. But, you must follow what your head tells you. Do you think that he does?"
There was a hesitation "I don't know."
"Well, there seems to be quite a few things of which you're not sure. Figure them out. Assess his feelings, and then yours. Only then will you be able to concentrate."
Elizabeth sighed. Unfortunately, her mother was right. "All right, mother. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Her mother said "Elizabeth?"
"Yes?"
"I love you." Her mother emphasized the word 'I'.
She gave a small smile. "I love you too mother."
She sighed and hung up the receiver. Yes, that conversation had gotten her far.
So she sat down, deciding to give into the thoughts that were pervading her mind, because otherwise she'd spend the entire day trying to fight them off. What did he feel for her? He had told her to use her instincts, and when she had told them, perhaps falsely, how her instincts had made her feel, he hadn't contradicted her. In fact, he'd said to trust them. That they had served her well in medicine. Did that mean that her "instincts", or what she had paraded as her instincts, were correct? That he didn't love her?
Why did love have to be so damn cryptic? Why couldn't people just say what they mean and mean what they say? *Yeah, you're one to talk, Elizabeth* her inner voice shouted. "Oh shut up" she said out loud.
The penumbra of this entire situation irritated her.
He hadn't answered her yes or no... why? All of these questions made Elizabeth's head hurt.
No, she decided, he didn't love her. There was no evidence to suggest that he did, aside from a small affection she had noticed, but that was nothing. That was simply friendship. Plus, this decision made everything quite a bit easier, as she didn't deem it necessary to sort out her own feelings.
No, Robert didn't love her.
Why, then, had he told her of his family? Of the event which had caused so much pain and inner turmoil? Why, for even a brief moment, had he let her into his heart? Was it because they were friends? Or was it because he felt something stronger for her? Was it because he'd needed someone to confide in, and she was the only one there? Or was it because he loved her?
She sighed as she rubbed her temple: And why are there so many damn questions??? Why can't it just be a simple yes or no answer, why can't everything just be easy?
Finally, a question she knew the answer to. Because, if things were easy, it wouldn't be Robert and Elizabeth.
Her mind turned back to Robert himself, not his situation. She hated to admit it, but she was attracted to him. His arrogance had her inexorably drawn to him. She couldn't deny that, though she desperately wanted to. His cocky attitude, and their sparring had awakened a desire in her, stirred an attraction she never knew was there. She'd never before thought it possible, but it had been there for a long while. His sarcastic nature making her stomach lurch in the most pleasant way imaginable. Every barb he sent her way, or someone else's for that matter, made that familiar enjoyable pang into her stomach.
No, she certainly hadn't planned to fall for Robert Romano.
Her mouth dropped as she realized she'd actually thought those last words. They couldn't be true, could they? She was simply caught in the moment of thinking about the feelings Romano ignited within her.
Surely she hadn't fallen for Robert Romano....
Or had she?
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Review, Review, Review, Review... and dare I say, Review.
Why? Because, it makes me ecstatic every single time I read what y'all have to say.... And it makes me want to continue... for if I have no reviews... I have no incentive to finish... : )
Sorry for the sufficient lack of Romano/Corday interaction in the last two chapters, but you know it's good to see all of the wonderful thoughts they're having... you know it!
One more time for good measure: REVIEW!!!!
Thanks!
~Natalie~