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Authors Note: Okay people, just a little scene that I wrote about later that night When Ash finds Mary-Lynnette. It's pretty, and would be ruined if it went with something longer so I decided that it has a right to stand alone. You proberly won't have long to wait for the next chapter and I look forward to seeing what you think of this piece. Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed this story and to all those who have taken the time to read even if they decided to stay anonymous.
"I thought I'd find you here," came a voice from the darkness, Mary-Lynnette turned her heart beating quicker at the voice.
"Ash," she whispered.
"That's me," he said as he walked towards her, his hand reaching out in a silent plea for forgiveness. Mary-Lynette reached for it. Linked it with her own hand and entwined her fingers around his, pulling him forward.
"Look at the stars with me Ash," she whispered as she stared back through the open window at the night. She saw the familiar shapes and curves they made and for a moment she was back home, standing on the hill outside Briar Creek.
She watched them for what seemed like eternity, which could perhaps have only been a couple of seconds or a minute, an hour, it was all the same.
She turned to Ash, met his eyes, which were looking down at her.
"It was only a poem," she told him, and for a moment it seemed like only the night and stars had heard her for he did not answer.
"It was only a poem," she said once more, "don't think of it," she whispered, talking to him with her eyes, "please."
She tugged at his hand and together they walked silently down the stairs, he ignoring the protests that ran through his head; the protests that were screaming to him to protect his soulmate, that the poem was not just a poem but a threat.
She ignoring the protests she knew ran through his mind, and buried her fears deep in her heart.
That night neither slept well. They clung to each other in their sleep, their bodies entwined. Searched and found each other in their dreams and then found solstice there. Neither one gave in to the nightmares which haunted them both.
Both of them shielded their heart and minds to the terror that screamed loudly to them. Screamed there names over and over, screamed to be heard.
But it seemed it did not scream loudly enough, for both ignored it. Shunning it off to the place where messages go when they are not wanted.