New A/N: First, because of the site's crackdown on song fics I'm in the process of removing all the lyrics from my stories--starting with the big one--this. I'm sorry I had to take out the lyrics, but I've put too much time into writing all of this for all the stories to be removed so easily. I'm planning on posting the original chapters somewhere else though--they are too good to not be read the way I originally wrote them--with the lyrics in tact.

Now for the original A/N: Let me explain something right now—this will be my last Jolie-fic for awhile, and there will be another chapter added to this—but not until I see us beginning to get back to our couple. I have faith that someday we will see Jolie back together—just like I know my fellow angels/awians/goons knew throughout Supertorn that we'd get to see our Rali back together. (Sorry if you didn't watch PC and are now all confused ;)) So here is the first part of my Jolie song-fic. Until we see the light at the end of this dark tunnel and get the train ride of a lifetime!—PCGirl.

Natalie looked at the plane tickets again that Paul had handed her as they stood in Angel Square next to the statue.

"So are you ready for a little fun?" he grinned at her so that his eyes were mere slits and she wondered to herself how he could see anything when he did that.

Natalie tried to put on her happy and ready for adventure face, but something was trying to tell her not to do this, "Yeah, but I promised one of the guys at Rodi's I'd do his shift for him for a few hours. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll see you in a little while then," he said as he leaned in for a kiss and she turned away, not expecting the kiss—but not exactly wanting it either. Kissing Paul was different when she was trying to make John jealous, but if she knew he wasn't around then she really had no reason to do so.

John sat at the table at Rodi's with Antonio when Antonio looked up and gave someone a smile. John turned to see Natalie was now working. He hadn't talked to Natalie since earlier in the day, when Paul was around and she was trying to make him jealous. No Paul this time—he hoped that maybe she'd be the old Natalie that he had grown fond of. "Will you excuse me for a second?"

"Sure."

John walked up to the bar, "Hi."

"Oh—hi," she said, surprised that she hadn't known he was even in the room, but glad that he was here. She had honestly hoped he was—giving her some actual proof so she could walk away from Paul, but so far he seemed to be all talk and little action.

"Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, I'm going to Puerto Rico with Paul," she said—putting up a huge fake smile.

"Really?" said John, trying to hide his emotions of anger, jealousy, and sadness that she was still interested in the punk.

"Yeah, and don't you try and stop me and tell me Paul is a big bad boy and I'm in danger," she said, waiting for him to say just that.

"Fine, I won't," he said turning and going to sit back down with Antonio.

Natalie's heart broke as she watched him talking with Antonio quietly. She had hoped he had asked her to stay, but he didn't seem to care so she didn't have to care about saying goodbye to anyone either.

She put down her rag and looked at the bartender that was helping the other end, "I've got to go," she said taking off her apron and then walking out of Rodi's, not seeing that John was watching her leave—himself hoping she would have started an argument with him today—where in the end he could just shout out all his feelings for her, instead of keeping them hidden like he had been used to doing.

"Hey—we need to talk," said Jessica as she ran into Natalie who seemed in a rush—as always these days.

"I don't have time now, Jess. I've got a plane to catch."

"With who? Where?"

"Paul. We're going to Puerto Rico."

"Are you crazy?"

"No, I just need a vacation—I wish people would understand that."

"You are running Natalie—stop, please. Mom told me about the conversation you had with her—she wants you to be happy Natalie, she just doesn't think you can be with Paul."

"Maybe I will be—you don't know unless you try," she said giving her sister a slight hug and walking off.

"Do you know where Natalie is heading to?" yelled Jessica as she slapped her purse down on the table that John and Antonio were sitting.

John looked up at her blank faced, "Puerto Rico?"

"Yes—why didn't you stop her?"

"Because maybe she didn't want to be stopped?" he shrugged while taking a sip of his beer.

"God John—don't you see? She wants to be with you—she wants you to say you want to be with her. You two are being such typical stubborn Irish that you can't see what's right in front of you."

John just stared at Jessica silently before getting up and walking out of Rodi's.

Natalie stood at the edge of the entrance to the plane, waiting—hoping John might still show up. Paul had been one of the first people on the plane, but she hesitated—telling him some lie about how she wanted to make a few last phone calls before heading off. She'd called and left John a message at his room—she didn't say much, just to take care—and if anything happened to her it wasn't his fault. She knew he'd blame himself no matter what though—that was one thing that never changed about him, one thing that at times she cursed and at other times she loved about him.

"Ma'am, we have to leave. Are you coming?" asked the agent who tapped her on the shoulder.

"Yes," she sighed as she figured John really didn't care what happened or where she went.

As the ticket agent closed the door John was standing in the middle of Angel Square thinking of Natalie, and watching the planes fly by—wondering if she was flying out of his life now for good—or would something else pull them back together one day.