Disclaimer: Don't own the show, characters, blah, blah, blah… Song is Breakaway – Kelly Clarkson :)
A/N: OK! The third and final chapter to my Game of Affairs story ((no more Carol/Sherry)) Hehe. It takes place maybe a few months/a year from the last chapter. I hope you all enjoy :) this chapter is especially dedicate to Sherry, because she pushed me to writing it ((thank you!)) and of course to Carol because… she's Carol, :) ANYWAY, it is J/E… FORBIDDEN FOREVER! If you don't like… don't read… personally I don't care either way, but there's no reason to flame for hating the couple… (:-p) R&R! Hope you enjoy!
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I just stared out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
Raindrops fell to the ground in an attempt of suicide. Thunder sounded in the sky as lightening raced after it.
It was dark, with only a little bit of the street lamps coming into the bedroom window. A morbid splendor catered to the green/blue-eyed woman's favor.
An escapable sigh sounded in the darken room.
She looked out the window; her knees pulled up to her chest as she watched the rain in the streetlights. She had woken up again to the sound of thunder and a cold bed.
He was working late again. The third time in one week.
2:30
So, very late.
She couldn't help but worry, but the situation reminded her so much of all her late nights. Walking in past four, smelling of cigars, his cologne. She shook her head, it wasn't like that.
He worked hard, she had played hard.
There was a creak, and heavy footsteps. A coat was being thrown on the coat rack as his hat was placed on the hallway table. She sighed as she heard the water drip from her wood floors to the carpet beginnings of the living room.
She turned her head and watched as the bedroom door opened and closed, as a shadowy figure stood at the door.
"You're up?"
"I couldn't sleep." She said, looking at his drenched body, his clothes sticking tightly to his muscular body.
"Why?" She stood up and wrapped her arms around his stomach, her body crying out from the sudden cold. She didn't smell perfume, cigarettes, or even alcohol. He smelt like paper, ink, and sweat.
The makings of a hard working man.
"I don't know." She said, pressing her face into his cold clothed chest.
"I'm going to go take a shower, you want to join?" He smiled down at her; she still didn't look up.
"I'm so tired." She felt his cool lips kiss her forehead.
"Then go sleep. I'll join you in a matter of moments." He didn't seem upset, or angry. Maybe simply worried.
She looked at his smooth, clear, green eyes, melting into his embrace. She picked up her head and looked at him. She leaned up a bit and captured his lips in a heated affair.
They broke apart, his eyes shut and his breath hot on her cheek.
"What was that for?"
"I love you." She whispered, letting her arms drop to her side.
He smiled at her and kissed her lightly on her lips. "I love you too."
He smiled and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door but not locking it.
She turned and looked at the inviting bed.
Soft silk and gentle pillows welcomed her tired weight as she curled into a fetal position, staring at the wall. She yawned, letting her eyes droop shut. She stared at the bathroom door, the little light shining through her closed eyes. Simply, she rolled over.
All she wanted as sleep.
Trying not to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray
I could breakaway
Hazelnut filled the kitchen.
The sweet aroma drifted from room to room. The gray sky lit up the apartment, as the sound of rain filled their heads.
He was reading his newspaper.
A typical Sunday morning, if nothing else.
He had declined on his mother's offer to go to church. All he wanted was his newspaper, his coffee, and his smiling girlfriend.
The clearing of a throat made him look up. He saw his beautiful, one and only, frowning and staring at him intensely, holding out a letter.
Well, two out of three weren't that bad of odds.
"What's this?" He asked, taking the letter from her petite hands and placing the newspaper down.
He looked at the letter. The curvy handwriting, the scent of Gists coming off the creamed colored stationary envelope, her address staring at him from the corner, he sighed and looked at the blue/green-eyed woman.
He let his eyes fall to the envelope as he gently tore it open. He read over the curvy script and moved his eyes up slightly.
"She's getting married… in two weeks…"
"That's… super." She said moving away from the table, to the coffeepot. She poured herself a tall cup before leaning against the counter. Watching him.
"She invited me." He stated, trying to hide the surprise in his voice.
"Are you going?" She asked. He was afraid to look up, see exactly what she was thinking.
"I don't know." He continued to stare at the letter as he heard the coffee cup clink with the tiled counter.
"I think you should go." He shifted his eyes to look at her briefly. Before returning them to the creamed colored paper.
"That's a sweet suggestion." He said dryly.
"No, seriously… I really think you should go. You and her have a lot of… things… that need to be worked out." She began walking towards their bedroom.
"During a wedding?" He asked, confused.
"The entire time is not just for the wedding."
Then the door shut.
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till' I touch the sky
I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
He walked around the crowded hall, his head held high, a smile pasted to his lips. He looked down to see his smiling girlfriend, doing what she did best, judging.
There were some familiar faces, some not so familiar faces, and then some faces that were unrecognizable.
Laughing, gossiping, joking, and silent whispers were heard through out the entire hall. He looked through the nameless faces and nodded at certain people, just looking for one specific person.
"I'm thirsty." He looked down, disturbed from his thoughts and smiled.
"White wine?"
"Martini." She said dryly. He nodded and head for the bar. For such a social elite she was not enjoying herself at all. Granted he couldn't blame her. He remembered having to see him after so many years; there had been a good binge of tequila that night.
"A Martini and a glass of Rosario." He said to the bartender, who simply nodded and turned his back to the party.
"Hard liquor?" He turned to the familiar voice and gave a small smile.
"Long time no see." He said. "Yes, my date and I are rather thirsty." He pointed in the direction of the green/blue-eyed woman.
She turned and looked at the woman before turning back to him. "She looks murderous."
"She might be." He laughed softly, as did she.
"I'm glad you came." She smiled. "I didn't think you would… but… I just…" She cleared her throat as the bartender placed the glasses on the table.
He went to pull out his wallet, but she held up her hand, shaking her head.
"It's on me." She smiled. "I hope you two enjoy your night."
"I'd love to meet this mystery man of yours." He said quickly before she left.
"We'll take a walk… and I'll properly introduce you too." She smiled and turned around. He watched as she swiftly moved along the crowd, saying hi to random people, a hug here and there.
He shook his head and smiled at his one and only, walking towards her.
"A Martini, baby." He said, kissing her neck softly. She looked at him, and smiled slightly. Taking the glass from his hands.
"What did she say?"
"She'd bring her fiancée around to meet us."
"Good times." She said, she lifted the glass to her lips but stopped. Her eyes opened widely.
"What's wrong?" He asked, he turned around and looked in the direction she was staring at.
In the corner stood a slightly tall man, muscular, with blue eyes, he had a tall glass of beer in his hands. He was talking to a taller man with "pretty boy" hair, and a short man with a "tall, dark, and handsome" foreign complex.
"Crap." He said, his shoulders slouching.
"Don't go over there." She said, turning around, smiling at random people.
"Don't worry," He turned around and gently put his arm around her waist, directing her to the other side of the room. "I wasn't planning on it."
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
They had been on the opposite side of the room for over an hour. Mingling, laughing, talking to people they had once known, almost a lifetime ago.
She sighed, sipping her Shirley Temple. He had taken away the Martini choice, after her fourth drink.
He looked around spotting him at a table, every once and a while looking up. His blue eyes burning holes into their backs.
"Can we leave?" She asked softly, wanting to escape the glares and soft whispers.
"As soon as she comes over here." He said looking around the room. His green eyes landed on the tall woman with green eyes. She was heading towards him. Her arm wrapped around a tall muscular man, who was smiling at her.
"Hey you." She smiled; she looked to the man next to her and smiled. He was tall, with large muscles, a shiny smile, and crystal honey eyes. He held out his hand to the green-eyed man.
"I've heard so much about the two of you." He smiled shaking the man's hand and then kissing the blue/green-eyed woman.
"I wish we could say the same." She smiled.
"Sweetie!" They turned to see an elderly woman calling to the honey eyed man.
"Excuse me, please." He smiled and headed towards the woman.
"Sorry about that… he's so sweet." She said.
"He's a catch." The green eyed man said. She smiled.
"I'm glad you two made it. I really am. Oh, and… I'm sorry about… you know. I had no idea what was going on between the three of you." She said, looking towards the blue-eyed man.
"Not a problem. We'll see you tomorrow?" He smiled, kissing her cheek lightly. She nodded.
She turned away, ready to follow her fiancée, but quickly turned around. "By the way… you two make a cute couple…" She smiled and headed off into the crowed party.
She looked at him, her green/blue eyes big and soft.
"Come on." She slipped her hand with his and began walking out of the hall. She passed him and glared, but continued her journey.
They didn't stop until them stumbled out of the hall into the back gardens.
"What was the rush?" He asked, looking back into the crowded room. He turned to look at her as he felt her arms wrap around his waist.
"I wanted to have you all to myself." She said, moving her body close to his, staring into the crystal green eyes.
"Oh really?" He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I don't know… so many people want me.
She leaned up and kissed him, letting her lips linger on his for a few extra seconds.
He opened his eyes and stared into hers. She smiled, and then rested her head on his chest, taking in a deep breath.
"You think we'll ever get married." She asked. He kissed the top of her head and then looked out into the lush gardens.
"I hope so." He felt her breath against him. He held on to her tightly, his eyes moving over the dimly lit roses, cherry blossom trees, freesias, and other colorful assortments. "What's really wrong?"
She stared into the crowded room, her eyes glassy and shiny. "Sometimes… I just wish I could breakaway."
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away
And breakaway
He woke up to the harsh hotel blanket and sighed.
He missed his own bed, even though it had only been a night.
She was moving around, he could sense her slow and gently movements, trying not to wake him. He laid in bed, looking out of the window that was slightly open to let some of the natural light in.
"What time is it?" He mumbled.
"Eight fifty." She said, sitting on the bed.
"…Why don't you sleep?"
"Because… I woke up."
"…Then go back to sleep."
"No." He hated that word.
There was a knock at the door. He felt the bed move as she gently stood up and headed to the door. He heard it open then quickly recognized the voice and his heavy accent.
"Please, join us for breakfast… just the gang." It said, the words slurring together slightly.
"Fez…" He heard her voice said, warning almost.
"Please… for me… for Kelso…" He was close to begging.
"…Ok… we'll be down in a little bit."
The door closed, and he felt her body lay next to him, curling against him.
"I love you." She smiled.
"I was gonna go." He laughed.
"I know." She kissed his shoulder, his back, then the back of his neck. "I just wanted to say I love you."
"I love you too." He smiled. She continued to kiss his neck, back, and shoulders.
"Everything is going to be ok." He whispered.
"I should have said no." She said, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.
"You want to see them… you want it to be like… it use to be." He said.
Always thinking, always knowing.
"But it's not." She said slowly.
"Come on." He rolled over and stared at her. "This is it… the final phrase of it all. After tonight… never again." He kissed her forehead.
The tears began forming in her soft eyes.
He kissed her forehead again. "How about… after this little thing… next weekend, you and me, Cancun? The warm beaches, hot nights?"
"I like that." She laughed, smiling. "Are we allowed to still have these little, care free, drop everything, getaways?"
"Does it matter?" He asked, smiling at her.
"It really doesn't, does it?"
"It never did." He kissed her softly.
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway
The breakfast had gone as smoothly as possible. No one said anything to upset anyone else. They stuck to general topics, and concentrated on the other two lives.
He looked at her, and glared at him. But he didn't say anything concerning the divorce, the affair, the deception, or the betrayal.
They all kept it airy and light. Which seemed appropriate, it would have been fake to act as if nothing changed.
Because everything had changed.
They were right now seated at a white table, toasting the newly groom and bride.
He looked to his right and smiled at her. She nodded her head as the soft curls fell onto her face. He gently pushed them aside. He leaned in closer to her face.
"I'm sorry… but… you are positively the most beautiful woman in this room right now." She blushed and shushed him quickly.
She gently kissed his nose and placed her hand on his thigh.
"This whole weekend could have been a lot worse." She whispered as the best man concluded his speech.
"Yeah… I think it would have been funny if she stood him up." He laughed; she playfully hit him, but joined in his merriment.
"I want to get married." She concluded after a few seconds, watching them kiss on the dance floor.
"You will... again." She looked at him and smiled.
"I don't know… I haven't received any proper proposals." He smiled, and nodded.
"And you won't… at least tonight. A proper proposals is not done while one's ex sits across the room." He chuckled. She nodded her head.
"Maybe… in Cancun?"
"Maybe." He shrugged, taking her hand in his. "You never know where life might take you."
"As long as it takes me in the same direction as you." She whispered.
"I think you just thought of your vows." He turned to her, his lips captured by hers. She moaned into the kiss, breaking it off, leaning her forehead against his.
"It's not proper to talk about vows when one's ex is across the room." She smirked.
"Brava…" He smiled, kissing her lightly. "Ready to go? I doubt they'll miss us."
She looked around, smiling at her old friends and then looked back at her man.
"I'm ready." She smiled. As he got up and took her hand.
"Remind me to write her a thank you letter." She smiled as they snuck out of the reception hall.
"Really?"
"It's the least we could do."
"I guess so." He smiled as they walked to the black, sleek car.
"Are you really ready to leave?" She asked, he knew she meant it differently. He stopped and looked at the building, thinking of the ones inside.
He looked at the ground and then at her, smiling.
"I'm ready."
They slipped into the car, never looking back.
They were finally going to breakaway.
I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take chance
Make a change
And breakaway
He sat down on the beach chair, as they stared into the sunset. He passed her the Shirley Temple and smiled.
"Relaxing enough for you?"
She nodded, sipping her drink, looking at him.
"I didn't think you were serious."
"Well… since I worked all those long nights my boss decided a break wouldn't be so out of the question." He smiled, as she leaned back into her chair, staring as the sun hit the water.
"I'm glad… this is so beautiful."
"Compared to you? It's nothing."
"You are so… cheesy…" She laughed, her eyes lighting up.
"Is this to cheesy?" She continued to laugh, but focused her attention on him. Her laughter died down as she saw a small box in his hand.
"Are you…?"
"Open it." She gently took it from his hands. She opened it to reveal a piece of paper folded into a triangle. "Read it." He whispered.
She unfolded it and began to silently read it.
"No… out loud." She looked at him.
"There are days where I look at you, and thank god I found you. There are moments when I feel like a criminal, guilty as sin, but you soothe my soul. Whenever I can't walk that extra inch, I think of you, and I can run to the end of the world. As I'm about to give up, I hear your voice, and I've almost won the race. People play games through out their entire lives, I know because I've played them. I look at you, and wished I had found you earlier, but I'm happy I made my mistakes. I can take you as a clean man, a free man. I'll always love you. I'll always want you. Heaven only knows I'll always need you, for that extra inch, that extra bit of confidence, that smile on a dreary day." She looked at him, and smiled, a real smile.
"I love you, forever and always." He gently took her hand and slipped on a silver ring, a diamond shining on top of it.
"I can't… I mean… I thought…" A sob escaped her lips as she stared at him, big eyes glassy and soft.
"I wanted you to know how I felt before I claimed it in front of a preacher or a judge or a camel for all I care. You're the only person I cared about to know them." He smiled. She let out another sob as tears raced down her cheeks.
"A camel?" She laughed through the hysterics. He leaned over and kissed her.
"For all I care."
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
She laid in the bed; her body ached out for him, but another late night.
How she wished they had never left Cancun. All things end though. She smiled as she looked at her silver ring.
She turned towards the door as she heard the front door open and close. She heard the coat on the rack, his hat hitting the table, his feet walking from room to room. She smiled as the bedroom door opened, revealing him, tired and rundown.
"Hey." She whispered. He looked up and gave a bright smile.
Happy for one thing in his life.
"Hey… how was your day?"
She smiled brightly at him. "Very good I must say. Yours?"
"Another long day." He chuckled.
"Poor baby." She smiled, standing up and rubbing his knotted shoulders. "I know something that'll make you feel better."
"Other then the fact I'm marring the most beautiful woman in the world." He smiled as he walked into the bathroom.
"Uh huh." She said, as she laid back down in the bed.
His shower didn't last too long; he was out in a matter of moments, the scent of her strawberry bath gel drifting into the bedroom. He dried off, put on a fresh pair of boxers, and slid into the bed next to her.
"So?" He asked, excitement written over his face.
She smiled and kissed him lightly, then kissed him more passionately. She smiled as they pulled apart.
He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Tell me."
"I think we need a bigger place."
"That's your big news?… Why?" He asked, curious and confused.
"That wasn't news, it was a suggestion. The reason for getting a bigger place is the big news." She smiled.
"And that would be…?"
"I'm expecting!"
"…A puppy!" He asked excitedly. Her smile faded as she looked at him. He seemed generally serious.
"…A baby…"
"I wanted a puppy." He said pouting. After a few seconds his face twisted from a pout to a genuine "over the top, too excited to sleep" smile. "Are you serious?"
"Two weeks." She smiled.
"Oh my god!" He jumped out of bed and began pacing, happily, around the room. "We'll start looking right away. We have to buy so much stuff. We'll have to call my parents tomorrow! This is amazing!" He kneeled down, placing his elbows on the bed, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her. "You don't know how happy I am right now!"
"I love you." She smiled as he paced around the room, ranting about toys, clothes, and other various things.
She closed her eyes as she gently held her stomach.
She took her risk, took her chance, made a change, and broke away.
Now, they were both finally happy.
And getting their happily ever afters…
… In this case, Once upon a times.
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway