"MJ?" MJ turned, her eyes searching the darkness for the voice that had spoken. "MJ? Can you hear me?" A face materialized before her and she gasped.
"Peter? But… I'm… You… You're dead!" they glided around each other, touching nothing. Her feet dangled loosely down, unsupported, but searched for nothing-she was suspended in air, and Peter was in front of her.
"Dead?" he laughed warmly, "I'm not dead. Of course I'm not. If I were dead, could I do this?" he touched her arm and she felt it, warm and light. He hugged her to him, and she felt his warmth all over, she could smell him, that wonderful Peter-smell, and his heart beat just the way she remembered. It had to be him, it just had to.
"What about this?" He took her hand and she felt grass beneath her feet. Suddenly, she was spinning, twirling and moving up and down as they danced on the lawn, and… had they ever danced before? She couldn't remember, but it felt so natural, like they had always known how to do it. Around and around they went, smaller circles making bigger ones, in perfect sync with each other.
"I bought you something before the accident," he said, "It's in the top drawer of my dresser," A red blossom appeared in his hand and he tucked it behind her ear, smiling. She smiled back up at him, calm and happy, barely listening to his words. "But you have to do something for me."
"Mmm?"
"You have to wake up," he said, and she snapped to attention.
"What? Wake…" But he was already fading away, too far away for her to reach him, no matter how hard she tried.
"Please wake up, MJ. Please."
A/N: NO, it's not done. No matter how much anyone hates it or loves it, I will finish this one. In fact, I've already got another chapter written, I just don't think now's the time to put it up. So love or hate away! Nothing can stop me now! flies away laughing
"Peter? But… I'm… You… You're dead!" they glided around each other, touching nothing. Her feet dangled loosely down, unsupported, but searched for nothing-she was suspended in air, and Peter was in front of her.
"Dead?" he laughed warmly, "I'm not dead. Of course I'm not. If I were dead, could I do this?" he touched her arm and she felt it, warm and light. He hugged her to him, and she felt his warmth all over, she could smell him, that wonderful Peter-smell, and his heart beat just the way she remembered. It had to be him, it just had to.
"What about this?" He took her hand and she felt grass beneath her feet. Suddenly, she was spinning, twirling and moving up and down as they danced on the lawn, and… had they ever danced before? She couldn't remember, but it felt so natural, like they had always known how to do it. Around and around they went, smaller circles making bigger ones, in perfect sync with each other.
"I bought you something before the accident," he said, "It's in the top drawer of my dresser," A red blossom appeared in his hand and he tucked it behind her ear, smiling. She smiled back up at him, calm and happy, barely listening to his words. "But you have to do something for me."
"Mmm?"
"You have to wake up," he said, and she snapped to attention.
"What? Wake…" But he was already fading away, too far away for her to reach him, no matter how hard she tried.
"Please wake up, MJ. Please."
A/N: NO, it's not done. No matter how much anyone hates it or loves it, I will finish this one. In fact, I've already got another chapter written, I just don't think now's the time to put it up. So love or hate away! Nothing can stop me now! flies away laughing