Sorry this is short. I needed to write something to get over my writer's block. The next chapter will be longer.
As I have said many times before....I do not own "Miracle", the Olympics, or anyone (except Tara).
Please keep up the reviews.
To quickly answer a question: In chapter 12 there is a line that says something about Doc leaving the room unnoticed....sorry if there was any confusion.
Chapter 13: Relax
The train ride upstate was great. In fact, I was more relaxed than I had been in weeks. I guess I haven't really noticed how nervous I get when my dad is around....always worried that he is going to catch me kissing Jack or even touching him. Don't get me wrong the team has been great....so great I'm surprised my dad didn't have them all go to the doctor to check out their "coughs". But, I was still always on the look out. For the last few hours I haven't had to do that.
Jack and I stayed together all afternoon and then met Doc for dinner. It was amazing. We held hands and kissed....for the first time I felt like we were a real couple. I have to laugh at that....a real couple....Jack and I are as close as any two people can be. I love him more than I have ever loved anyone before and I know he feels the same. There are times when I just look at him and I know what he is thinking....good or bad. Some nights we talk for hours and others we just sit together....amazingly I don't know which I enjoy better.
If some one would have told me six months ago that I would fall in love with Jack O'Callahan I would have called them crazy. He seemed so arrogant and immature. I was sure that I had him pegged on day one. I couldn't have been more wrong. Sure he is a little full of himself....but no more so than any athlete....and as far as his maturity....he is one of the most grown-up people I have ever known.
The night the hostages were taken I was a mess. I couldn't understand why anyone would want to hurt us (Americans). I don't know what I must have looked like when I knocked on his door. I had been crying for at least an hour....the pictures were so horrible and I was scared. I didn't want Jack....or any one for that matter....to go to the Olympics. The whole situation just reminded me too much of Munich. We had been assured by everyone that Lake Placid was going to be safe....that what happened four years earlier would never happen again. We all wanted to believe it....we had to believe it....it was the only way. But now my belief was all but shattered. I begged Jack not to go....to quit....to convince the others to quit. He just held me....let me get it all out. When I had finally calmed down he looked me straight in the eyes. He went on to tell me how the Olympics were a dream....for all of us....and that if we allowed these terrorists to keep us from our dreams we are letting them win. I am not going to say he convinced me on the spot, but he did manage to quiet my nerves.
As we approach the Olympic village the tranquility that I have been experiencing all day is slowly fading away. The rest of the team will be here soon including my dad and that means the decision on whether or not Jack stays on the roster will be made soon....too soon. It also means that if we get what we want, and Jack stays on the team, we will not be able to be this close for two weeks. But then again it is only two weeks apart; compared to what I believe can be a lifetime together. So as much as I hate lying to my dad I hope it continues for a little while longer.