A/N: Alright, I lied earlier—there will be one more chapter after this one
and that's the end. Now I need to talk about something important—Out of
Sight. On Thursday my normal computer, the one I type all my stories on,
do my banners and my videos for Rali, Jolie, and PC in general
crashed—taking all of what I had typed out of Out of Sight with it (not to
mention my guest list for my wedding that is in two months and eight days).
Thursday night I decided to stop at the end of this story—that it was too much to write Out of Sight all over again, but my fiance told me I owe to all of you who have been reading my stories, and to myself, to share what is in my head, and what will ultimately be the end of my PC saga. So I'll try and make the chapters as great the second time around writing them as I did the first time I wrote them—it's just going to take me a little longer this time.
Anyways—enjoy this chapter! Until next time—thank goodness for having my published stories—PCGirl.
Christina opened the door to her loft and looked around—it was still empty. She sighed and closed the door and went back to packing up her art supplies. Lucy and Serena had left hours ago with boxes of stuff to go to the lighthouse—giving her some quality alone time with Daniel, if he ever showed up. "He probably changed his mind," she sighed as she opened up a rolled up tube of paint to see that there was very little left in it and threw it into the trash can with a ding and continued to work away.
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"Mom?" called Tara from the bottom of the stairs at the Manor. She'd finished packing her suitcase and had everything loaded into the rental car, but now had somehow lost both of her parents. Just then she heard the front door open and turned to see both of her parents walk in wet from head to toe and her mom with a blanket around her shoulders, "What happened?"
Livvie smiled and looked up at Caleb, "Do you want to tell her?"
"Your mom and I—well--."
"Nevermind, I got it," she grinned at realizing they must have gone to the springs without telling her or Alex first.
"Good—now is everything ready to go?"
"I've got my stuff in the car—I'm not sure about Alex."
"I'll check on your brother—Olivia, go get some dry clothes on," said Caleb as he began walking up the steps with Tara and Livvie behind him.
"What about you—you're just as wet as I am."
"Pull out something for me to wear, I'll be there in a few."
"Mom?" called Tara as she sat in the chair by the empty fireplace while her mom hunted through the already packed bags looking for something to wear.
"Hmmm?"
"What made you and Dad decide to do this? I mean I'm not complaining about having another sibling—it just seems so sudden. Is it because of Rafe and Alison having another child?"
Livvie stopped the searching, pulling out a white tank top and black jeans, "I guess sometimes you just realize that you have to take a chance on everything—and just know that in the end, if nothing turns out the way you want, you can always make your way back home."
"And this was one of those times?"
"Yes, because I know that in the end—when your father and I become vampires again we'll still have you and Alex and as long as you two are there we'll have a home."
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Christina's head rushed up when she heard the knock at the door and got up off the floor, "Coming." She opened the door to see Daniel standing there with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand, "Hi."
"Hi," he smiled back as she let him in and closed the door behind her, "I'm sorry I'm late—I overslept and then missed the train I wanted to take. I finally made it though."
"That's the good thing—I was just finishing packing up the rest of my art supplies, but it's a little late to go out for dinner."
"Is there a Chinese place nearby that delivers?"
"Yeah—if you don't mind not eating on plates—Serena and Mom took all the dishes with them earlier."
"That's fine—so are you ready to go back to Port Charles?"
"Yes, more than I imagined—I mean getting to have a place here in the city, and enjoying life away from my family has been wonderful these past few years. But there's nothing better than finding your way home where you know you'll always have a warm bed to sleep in and home cooking on the table."
"I thought your mom was an awful cook—at least that's what my dad always told me."
Christina laughed, "Ok fine—forget the home cooking. How about always knowing there's a little diner around the corner or a restaurant near the hospital where you know you will always be welcomed, and if needed—money is not an issue?"
Daniel smiled and moved closer to her, "That sounds more like it. I'm glad you are moving to back to Port Charles too."
"Really? Why is that?"
"Because I can hopefully do this anytime I want," said Daniel as he moved in and took her face in his hands before pulling her up towards him and covering her mouth with his. There was hesitation from both for only a fleeting moment, but then when it was realized they'd both been waiting for the same thing from each other for the past few weeks then they melted into each other's embrace.
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"Rafe? Hey—did you hear me?" asked Alison as she laid in the bed reading and looked over to see Rafe standing at the window looking outside.
"Hmm—did you say something?"
"Yeah—I have a weird food craving, do you think you can go get it for me?"
"Sure," he said shrugging off the feeling of unbalance that had been tugging at his thoughts for the past few hours. "What is it you would like tonight? Pizza with anchovies? Grilled Cheese and Pickle sandwich?" he grinned at her, knowing these items had been her choice of cravings in the past.
"No, I want waffles."
"Waffles—that's it?"
"And chicken—I want waffles and chicken. I can make the waffles, but can you go by and get me some fried chicken before they close."
Rafe laughed and came over to give her a kiss, "Anything for you." He began to turn and she grabbed his arm pulling him back, "Hmm?"
"Is everything ok? I mean you've been acting weird all night."
"It's nothing," he said shaking his head. "Oh—have you talked to Livvie today?"
"No, they should be on the plane right now on the way home—do you think something happened to them?"
"No, I'm sure it's nothing—I'll be back soon."
"I'll be waiting—with my waffles," she smiled.
"Right," he chuckled as he closed the door.
Alison waited a few minutes, and made sure his car was out of the driveway and probably off the street before picking up the phone. She figured Livvie's phone wouldn't be working, but it was worth a shot, "Hello?"
"Hey Alison—how are you?"
"I'm fine—listen, this may sound weird, but is everything ok with you and Caleb?"
Livvie looked at Caleb, sitting next to her on the private jet they still used to reach Sighisoara and Daia, "Everything is fine with us—why do you ask?"
"It's nothing—Rafe just seems to have this weird feeling, and he asked if I'd talked to you today at all."
"Well, everything is fine here—my connection is getting bad though, I'll call you tomorrow when we're back home and rested though. Goodnight Alison."
"Goodnight," said Alison as she hung up the phone and went to make her waffles.
"You didn't tell her?" said Caleb as he looked to Livvie.
"No, I figured the good news can wait until we get home. Besides—I'd like to enjoy our little secret just a bit longer," she said giving him a kiss.
Thursday night I decided to stop at the end of this story—that it was too much to write Out of Sight all over again, but my fiance told me I owe to all of you who have been reading my stories, and to myself, to share what is in my head, and what will ultimately be the end of my PC saga. So I'll try and make the chapters as great the second time around writing them as I did the first time I wrote them—it's just going to take me a little longer this time.
Anyways—enjoy this chapter! Until next time—thank goodness for having my published stories—PCGirl.
Christina opened the door to her loft and looked around—it was still empty. She sighed and closed the door and went back to packing up her art supplies. Lucy and Serena had left hours ago with boxes of stuff to go to the lighthouse—giving her some quality alone time with Daniel, if he ever showed up. "He probably changed his mind," she sighed as she opened up a rolled up tube of paint to see that there was very little left in it and threw it into the trash can with a ding and continued to work away.
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"Mom?" called Tara from the bottom of the stairs at the Manor. She'd finished packing her suitcase and had everything loaded into the rental car, but now had somehow lost both of her parents. Just then she heard the front door open and turned to see both of her parents walk in wet from head to toe and her mom with a blanket around her shoulders, "What happened?"
Livvie smiled and looked up at Caleb, "Do you want to tell her?"
"Your mom and I—well--."
"Nevermind, I got it," she grinned at realizing they must have gone to the springs without telling her or Alex first.
"Good—now is everything ready to go?"
"I've got my stuff in the car—I'm not sure about Alex."
"I'll check on your brother—Olivia, go get some dry clothes on," said Caleb as he began walking up the steps with Tara and Livvie behind him.
"What about you—you're just as wet as I am."
"Pull out something for me to wear, I'll be there in a few."
"Mom?" called Tara as she sat in the chair by the empty fireplace while her mom hunted through the already packed bags looking for something to wear.
"Hmmm?"
"What made you and Dad decide to do this? I mean I'm not complaining about having another sibling—it just seems so sudden. Is it because of Rafe and Alison having another child?"
Livvie stopped the searching, pulling out a white tank top and black jeans, "I guess sometimes you just realize that you have to take a chance on everything—and just know that in the end, if nothing turns out the way you want, you can always make your way back home."
"And this was one of those times?"
"Yes, because I know that in the end—when your father and I become vampires again we'll still have you and Alex and as long as you two are there we'll have a home."
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Christina's head rushed up when she heard the knock at the door and got up off the floor, "Coming." She opened the door to see Daniel standing there with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand, "Hi."
"Hi," he smiled back as she let him in and closed the door behind her, "I'm sorry I'm late—I overslept and then missed the train I wanted to take. I finally made it though."
"That's the good thing—I was just finishing packing up the rest of my art supplies, but it's a little late to go out for dinner."
"Is there a Chinese place nearby that delivers?"
"Yeah—if you don't mind not eating on plates—Serena and Mom took all the dishes with them earlier."
"That's fine—so are you ready to go back to Port Charles?"
"Yes, more than I imagined—I mean getting to have a place here in the city, and enjoying life away from my family has been wonderful these past few years. But there's nothing better than finding your way home where you know you'll always have a warm bed to sleep in and home cooking on the table."
"I thought your mom was an awful cook—at least that's what my dad always told me."
Christina laughed, "Ok fine—forget the home cooking. How about always knowing there's a little diner around the corner or a restaurant near the hospital where you know you will always be welcomed, and if needed—money is not an issue?"
Daniel smiled and moved closer to her, "That sounds more like it. I'm glad you are moving to back to Port Charles too."
"Really? Why is that?"
"Because I can hopefully do this anytime I want," said Daniel as he moved in and took her face in his hands before pulling her up towards him and covering her mouth with his. There was hesitation from both for only a fleeting moment, but then when it was realized they'd both been waiting for the same thing from each other for the past few weeks then they melted into each other's embrace.
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"Rafe? Hey—did you hear me?" asked Alison as she laid in the bed reading and looked over to see Rafe standing at the window looking outside.
"Hmm—did you say something?"
"Yeah—I have a weird food craving, do you think you can go get it for me?"
"Sure," he said shrugging off the feeling of unbalance that had been tugging at his thoughts for the past few hours. "What is it you would like tonight? Pizza with anchovies? Grilled Cheese and Pickle sandwich?" he grinned at her, knowing these items had been her choice of cravings in the past.
"No, I want waffles."
"Waffles—that's it?"
"And chicken—I want waffles and chicken. I can make the waffles, but can you go by and get me some fried chicken before they close."
Rafe laughed and came over to give her a kiss, "Anything for you." He began to turn and she grabbed his arm pulling him back, "Hmm?"
"Is everything ok? I mean you've been acting weird all night."
"It's nothing," he said shaking his head. "Oh—have you talked to Livvie today?"
"No, they should be on the plane right now on the way home—do you think something happened to them?"
"No, I'm sure it's nothing—I'll be back soon."
"I'll be waiting—with my waffles," she smiled.
"Right," he chuckled as he closed the door.
Alison waited a few minutes, and made sure his car was out of the driveway and probably off the street before picking up the phone. She figured Livvie's phone wouldn't be working, but it was worth a shot, "Hello?"
"Hey Alison—how are you?"
"I'm fine—listen, this may sound weird, but is everything ok with you and Caleb?"
Livvie looked at Caleb, sitting next to her on the private jet they still used to reach Sighisoara and Daia, "Everything is fine with us—why do you ask?"
"It's nothing—Rafe just seems to have this weird feeling, and he asked if I'd talked to you today at all."
"Well, everything is fine here—my connection is getting bad though, I'll call you tomorrow when we're back home and rested though. Goodnight Alison."
"Goodnight," said Alison as she hung up the phone and went to make her waffles.
"You didn't tell her?" said Caleb as he looked to Livvie.
"No, I figured the good news can wait until we get home. Besides—I'd like to enjoy our little secret just a bit longer," she said giving him a kiss.