Disclaimer: Space Cases and all related characters are the property of CISNAR and
Nickelodeon network, created by Bill Mumy and Peter David. They are not mine.
I am only borrowing them. They will be returned intact after the story. Title inspired by the 1992 GO WEST song from "Indian Summer.
Takes place directly after "Glimmerings.'
"King of Wishful Thinking" by Karen
Commander Goddard slid out from underneath the scanner console too quick and groaned in pain as his head made contact with the metal shelf that extended from it. He inched all the way out then set aside the magnetic wrench he had used to tweak the image resolution interface. He stood up and absently brushed dust off his uniform. After that, he combed his fingers through his sandy, crew cut hair. You'd think I was getting ready for an inspection by a superior officer; not running general belated maintenance checks on the ship" he absently thought.
"Thelma," he called. At least he no longer jumped every time the shipboard android puttered up out of nowhere when she was summoned.
"Yes, Commander," Thelma replied, standing at stiffly erect attention.
"Run a diagnostic on these systems and check the phase variance," he paused to check the notations on his Compupad by 111.87 millimeters."
"Acknowledged," Thelma responded and bent over the scanner console, her eyes rolling back until the whites showed. Her interface with the Christa's computer systems allowed her to filter the information required in a matter of minutes and process the results. "What does that work out to?"
'While I appreciate not having to repeat instructions to Thelma several times over.
Was it worth it? I wonder if that Ahmed character was scamming us," Goddard reflected.
With the repair to her logic crystal by Ahmed on Barril IV, the download took only about 30 seconds. Having completed the scan, Thelma straightened up, her pale blue irises shimmered with a new alert spark in them, "Thelma, are you all right?"
"I am fine, Commander. And the to answer your first question in the order it was received, the phase variance has been modified to fit within established parameters," Thelma replied.
"I guess that does it for now," Goddard replied, smiling inwardly at Thelma's rare attempt at making a joke. Whatever Ahmed had rystal, now that it was whole, apparently hadn't done anything to increase her understanding of either humor or sarcasm. However, he determined to worry about it later.
Goddard went in search of the only other adult aboard and found Miss Davenport in the team room contemplating a canvaspropped up on a metal easel. She held the paintbrush poised over a foreground square. A dab of blue paint drying on the stiff bristles with several other colors dotting the smock she had thrown over her gray jump suit.
Goddard absently noted that the smudge made a wonderful contrast to her red hair, which framed her face and hid her blue eyes. Those eyes were probably her best features. Good thing I'm not one of her students. No wonder Bova squirms every time he gets pinned with TJ's disapproving teacher, icy blue gaze," Goddard inwardly smiled to himself, at the image and mentally rehearsed the short speech he had been composing on his way to the Team Room.
"Miss Davenport," Goddard began, trying not to laugh when he noticed that she had a smear of blue paint on her chin. He crossed the room and tried to unobtrusively peer over her shoulder to get a glimpse of the picture that was taking form on the canvas.
She glided to one side, then struck a meditative pose, one finger on her chin, getting a different perspective on the work in progress.
"Hmm, perhaps I should have used acrylics instead of oils. What do you think?"
He came around and looked at her work, apparently she had been trying to recreate the lake they had found on the planet they had jokingly referred to as the 'pinball', mentally laughing at themselves for taking Harlan's description for the official
ship's logs,
And that was only after the Laumes had agreed to restore the Christa back to its original form after giving it a humanoid avian form. Aside from that, she had been working on a landscape of the lake where they'd had enjoyed a rare of moment of rest and relaxation, and shared a picnic together.
The lake was enclosed by a shallow valley, done in soft beige, lined by a ring of trees. The sandy beach that encircled the lake was a sparkling white that she had used a gypsum paste to recreate with lifelike detail. In the foreground were two people
on a red and white checkered blanket. Their faces were turned away from the viewer.
She had painted the water a navy blue, but apparently wasn't quite satisfied
with how it had turned out, given the evidence on her smock and on the smudge on her left cheek was any indication.
"I don't know much about art, but I know what I like, and just as a rule of thumb;
go with what works," Goddard grinned, indicating the painting, "and that works."
"Commander," she replied, "I have given your suggestion, that the crew take advantage of our down time. Now that I think about it, makes sense given that we will aboard this ship for a long time. After talking to Rose, I have discovered painting is a very soothing form of relaxation," she remarked.
"That isn't what I wanted to talk about, but it does lead into it. Why don't we sit down, "
Goddard invited, seating himself on the circular couch. She placed the paintbrush on the bottom tray of the easel, then sat down across from him.
"Yes, Commander," she replied.
"T.J, this is strictly off the record, and the kids are all busy elsewhere. You can call me Seth."
"Very well, Seth," she smiled, then blushed.
"You see, I've been thinking, don't laugh," he said mock severely when he saw her blue eyes crinkle up around the edges, "I do that occasionally..."
"Oh, and here I thought it was 'make it up as I go along," she said.
"Like I was saying, and well, it's like this, "he paused a moment and fished around in the numerous pockets of his uniform, looking for something.
"Hang on, it's here somewhere," ignoring the puzzled look on her face.
When he finally locked onto the small box he had bought on Baril IV.
He looked up at her again. It was a small glass box, which fit snugly into his palm. He handed it to her, hoping that his nervous feelings
did not reflect on his face with some foolish grin.
She undid the ribbon that he'd tied around the glass box and watched with
his heart beating double time as she lifted the lid, and removed the ring from its velvet resting spot.
She nearly dropped the box when she saw the ring. Then she glanced up at him, her surprised first blush eventually giving way to a smile.
"Okay, here goes." Goddard stood up from the couch, and sank down on one knee. "Theresa James Davenport... Will you marry me?"
"Seth," she whispered, placing the ring on her finger, "I, never, I mean, of course..." she trailed off.
"I take that's a yes?" he replied.
"Oh, get up. Of course that's a 'yes,'" Davenport laughed, and extended a hand to help him to his feet." Funny isn't it? It's usually you who are keeping me from fainting."
"Well, I guess it works both ways," he replied. He nodded, then looked her in the
eyes, seeing an answering gleam in them he landed a kiss on her lips, as light as a butterfly, which she returned.
Unnoticed by either of them, was a figure standing at the door to the Team Room, Bova had impatiently waited for them to finish whatever they had been discussing, but from what he had overheard, it sounded dull, and therefore sleep inducing. So, he had dozed off.
However, when heard that last exchange he jerked upright, and whirled around
to tell the rest of the crew. Whatever it was that he had to come to ask Miss Davenport about their last popquiz, had been completely lost. Stunned and just about bursting to tell someone, anyone, Bova whirled around to find his friends.
Interlude
"You'll never guess what happened!" Bova gasped, as he burst into the girl's bunkroom. Despite himself, he was enjoying a rare moment of happiness, a change from his usual pessimistic outlook. I wouldn't even have known what this emotion felt like if it hadn't been for Rosie.
If anyone would understand it would be her.
"Bova," Rosie cried, alarmed, and jumped out of bed. She rushed over him.
She brought an arm up and placed it on Bova's forehead, worried that her pessimistic friend was flushed and running a fever.
"You're not warm, so I guess you're okay," Rosie muttered, then yawned. She checked the readout on her chronometer on her wrist. She looked up at him, a puzzled frown forming around her mouth. She was about to ask what he was doing up so early, when Bova started in on his explanation.
"No, no, nothing like that," Bova waved a hand in the air in Rosie's general vicinity,
then paused a few minutes to regain his breath, having winded himself running from the Team Room. He narrowly missed colliding with Harlan and Radu, who were on their way to take watch in the Command Post.
"What's going on?" she added, stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her gray jump suit. She glanced over at the other bunk where Suzee was still sound asleep.
"Do you think we should wake her up, she just came in from an all night session with a really stubborn fuselage in engineering."
"Are you kidding? This can't wait? Bova said, marching over to Suzee's bunk and
yanked the sheets out from underneath her. Rosie failed to stifle a giggle as she
watched Suzee roll off the bunk and onto the floor. Her rainbow-streaked hair fell over her face in tangled snarls. Always wanted to try that with a tablecloth, I guess sheets will work just as well." He grinned inwardly, the Great Bovalini, that's me."
"Suzee, wake up," Bova urged.
"Why?" Suzee growled.
"Get dressed, I want to tell everyone at the same time," Bova replied.
"We'll wait for you outside," Rosie added.
"Okay, okay, This had better be good," Suzee muttered and began gathering up her things.
Hey, guys, how's it going?" Suzee asked as she emerged from the jump tubes and onto the bridge.
"Glad you asked, a whole lotta of nothing and more nada on top of that," Harlan yawned, wondering if someone had used one of his classic practical jokes and glued his palms to the helm. "They probably did too. Usually I'd be mad, but it's the only thing holding me up
right now. Why does Goddard have to assign us watch so early?"
"Well, Mr. Sourpuss, this ought cheer you up, "Suzee grinned.
"I found out, so I get to tell everyone," Bova added.
"You'd better let him tell, Suzee, Bova has a very low threshold of happiness, and if he doesn't let it off soon, he'd probably burst."
Rosie giggled and ignored Bova's scowl. "Well, this is gonna blow your mind," Bova began..
"Let'em have it, Bova. They're in no danger of having their minds spontaneously combust Suzee teased.
"Oh, you," Rosie blushed.
"I was just kidding," Suzee blushed, dropping her gaze to the floor.
"Well, as I was saying, before I was interrupted, is that," Bova sucked in lungful of air, "is, Commander Goddard proposed to Miss Davenport today!" Bova rattled off all in one breath.
"He did what?" Harlan gasped, and tore his hands away from the helm,
which caused the ship to swerve abruptly to the left. It sent everyone, except Radu, caroming around the bridge.
"Harlan!"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Geez, lighten up," Harlan griped.
"You mean, Miss D, she's going to be, Mrs. Goddard," Rosie gasped after the shock wore off.
"Yup," Bova said and leaned up against his station, and crossed his arms
over his chest, with the knowledge that his news had been delivered. Now he could relax.
"Okay, here's what we do," Harlan remarked, rubbing his hands together.
"This had better not be one of your schemes," Suzee said, glaring at Harlan.
"Look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Bova complained.
"Come on. Cut me some slack here," Harlan griped. "This calls for a celebration, and I'm talking the works. A full-blown surprise party! The works: Cake and decoration, tinsel, and presents, " he cocked his head to one side as if thinking something through,
Then he glanced at everyone," Okay maybe not presents, since we don't have any money and it's not like we can just go somewhere and find some. Anyway, If we start right away, we can have everything done by 1600 hours!"
"That's a great idea!'" Rosie exclaimed, "And instead of buying presents, we could make some handmade cards or something, I think silver and white with maybe the Star Academy symbol would be the perfect color scheme. I mean, we could all
pitch in, and assign each person one area to cover for the party!"
"You'll use any excuse to have a party," Bova yawned.
"That makes sense," Radu said, leaving his station, adding "I was referring to Rosie's suggestion that we all take one area to cover," when he saw Harlan open his mouth ready with a half formed protest.
"In that case, I'll be in charge of catering, stuff like food, drinks, and the cake," Suzee remarked
"I'll help Suzee with the catering," Radu said, "for set up and supply stuff."
"You can't bake, Suzee." Rosie giggled, winking at Bova, "Remember that time we made a cake for Miss Davenport, and you drank all the vanilla extract. And we used glue by accident as a substitute?" Bova winced, recalling the instant, and not fondly.
"It's not engineering, it's just following a recipe. How tough can it be?" Suzee shrugged.
"I'll handle the decorations, and Bova can help me," Rosie said, she nudged him with her elbow as Bova rolled his eyes and yawned.
"Since it was my idea, I'll be in charge of supervising," Harlan announced.
"Yeah, right," Suzee complained.
"Well, we can't stand around here arguing about it, "Radu said.
"Radu's right, I can't wait to get started on the decorations and the invitations!" Rosie exclaimed, dragging a reluctant, tired Bova by an elbow and she half-tugged him through the jumptubes.
"I think we should profit by example," Suzee laughed, "Come on, Radu," as they left the Command Post also.
"Hey! Guys! Wait up! You can't just leave me here; I'll need Thelma to cover helm. "And..." Harlan muttered as he found himself addressing the metal wall of the bridge. "How am I supposed to be in charge of supervising, huh?"
Meanwhile,
"How long have we been at this?" Reaver complained, breaking the silence on the bridge where he had been inspecting a recent shipment they'd 'acquired' on trading planet that had proved easier to get into then get off it. As a result, Reaver had been forced to do a complete retrofit of the ship's systems. "You could lend a hand," Reaver grunted, adjusting a manifold on conduit linking up the bridge with the exhaust manifolds in the engine room.
Ubi didn't comment, since the feline like metamorph and partner, was busy doing handstands on the armrest of the captain's chair.
"Long enough," a woman's voice interrupted. She swiveled around in the navigator's chair, her long legs crossed. She'd been observing the moving star field outside the ship's view screen.
She wore her black hair in a simple braid held up with silver stays, and a close fitting lavishly embroidered jacket.
"You should have thought of that before we went in for the gel packs," she commented, lunging forward in the chair and snatching Ubi's tail where it dangled within reach. The rings on her hand glinted in the dim interior lighting, the hoops in her ears jangled. She kept one hand on Ubi's tail, with the other she reached for one of the bone-handled knifes she kept in her boots.
Ubi screeched in feline indignation and promptly telemorphed back to his quarters.
"Would it help if I got out and pushed?" she coyly asked, arching one golden brown eyebrow.
"Antonia," Reaver warned. "Put that away," he gestured towards the knife.
"Save your energy. Once the ship's repaired we can both have our revenge."
Reaver got up off the floor where he'd been consulting the owner's manual for the Barillean ion glides they'd recently 'acquired' and added to his pirate ship. 'When I'm through with you, Goddard, you won't even know what hit you." Reavergrinned, to reveal a set of broken, but gleaming white teeth. "Chase me halfway across the Galaxy. Almost start a war; and all your superiors did was slap your wrist, make you promise to be a good boy from now on. Then they demote, you and saddle you with teaching a bunch of Star academy reject kids. Well, the worst is yet to come!"
"Very well," Antonia replied, and shrugged. "I'll go check the engine room. Signal me via the intercom when you've finished running the diagnostics."Reaver, you think I'm helping you get revenge on Seth, just because I like you and your devil-may-care ways, which I do, but this is personal and if you think you can cut me out of the deal, you're wrong, dead wrong."
"I trust you have other methods of making a point without resorting to sharp objects." Reaver was only half joking as he issued
that warning to her. H watched her retreating figure pass through the mechanical door that slid apart to permit her exit,and then closed behind her with a soft whoosh.
Goddard and Davenport entered the Team Room, nearly tripping over the silver
streamers that Rosie and Suzee had strung up over the entryway. Harlan and Bova stood behind a table loaded with a punch bowl and about ten platters of a variety of food and drink. Bova hovered over the cucumber sandwiches and Harlan was trying to hold him back.
Radu and Suzee stood in front of the computer screen in the wall trying to
coax piped in music from the ship's computer and arguing in low voices over the merit of Earther songs that were appropriate for the 'occasion.'
"Maybe it would be better if we asked Harlan since he's from Earth".
"Anybody have any idea what Miss D likes in instrumental music?" Radu added.
"Maybe we could have the computer list some titles we could use instead," Rosie said.
"Oh NO!" Suzee cried, "Not the recordings of Rosie's zither practices!"
Rosie looked up from the table where they had finished laying out the presents, and involuntarily bristled when she heard the comment on her brief venture into music. However, her sunny Mercurian nature shrugged it off. She went back to
straightening the tablecloths she had draped over the tables and chairs Radu and Harlan had arranged.
"Seth, would you look at this place? Are you sure we're in the right place? The note did say 1600 hours?" Davenport laughed.
"The Christa isn't that big a ship, how do these rumors spread," he sighed, and
mock glared at the crew, who kept remarkably straight faces, as if they had been caught breaking the rules. A few seconds of standing at attention and saluting broke down when, as one they shouted, "Surprise!"
"The kids went to a lot of trouble to put this together, T.J, I guess the only thing to do is humor them and enjoy the party," Goddard grinned. "It's not like I was going to give them grief for A, knowing that I proposed, or B, for throwing a surprise party for us."
"Agreed," Davenport nodded as they both walked around and thanked the kids for the party.
Rosie came over and led them to a table to seat them, then brought over a plate
that she had prepared with the finger cucumber sandwiches, and cold meats and cheeses. After that she went to the punch bowl and brought them two drinks.
The party was in full swing and several hours had passed before anyone noticed that the music cut out with a static electric growl, like the sound of an oxygen leak. That background noise replaced bythe high-pitched whine of a laser torch cutting through the door. Radu was forced to clap his hands over his sensitive Andromdean ears. When it subsided, the last person in the quadrant whom Goddard wanted to be reacquainted with strutted through the door's remainders.
"Reaver," Goddard growled under his breath, glancing towards the entrance.
"Well, well, if it isn't Reaver the space Pirate, school dropout, and world class thief and cheat," Davenport mocked.
"I still owe you for this, " Reaver said by way of greeting, ignoring her. He stroked
jagged scar that marked one side of his face; it gave him a perpetual scowl, unless that was his regular expression.
Standing behind him was a woman dressed in a style that Suzee would call a major 'fashion alert,'
"Antonia," Goddard gasped, nearly choking on his water, causing it to
splatter on his uniform. When he got his breath back, he began chewing his lip,
"This, I do not need. Wonder where Reaver dug her up. Probably some penal colony."
"Who is she?" Davenport demanded, indicating the woman. She was cut off as Reaver roughly grabbed and tied her to her chair. "No fair, intervening," he mocked her.
"Someone I never expected to see again. Someone that I'd written off as dead."
"Ah, Man," Harlan griped, "Who knew the Commander was holding back on some
juicy tidbits from his past. Hey, at least he had good taste," Harlan remarked inspecting the woman who accompanied the space pirate and the telemorph, Ubi.
His remark earned him an icy glare from Miss Davenport and pinning glare from Goddard.
Harlan cringed and dropped his gaze to the floor, his dusky skin turning a shade
pale at his occasional ill-timed outbursts. Harlan nearly choked on his punch, and stumbled forward, causing the liquid to splatter onto his jump suit. He quickly recovered his balance "Man, since when did Reaver start looking like a parrot, and who's that with him
"And today started out a such a 'nice' day," Rosie sighed.
Bova glanced at the door and noted with interest that the ship's repair systems were already at work to repair the damage.
Suzee brushed a stray lock of hair away, and made eye contact with the space pirate,
as her own began glowing purple, then tried to sift through the layers of his mind,
telepathically probing for the reason of his return 'visit. Her concentration broke when the woman shoved past Reaver and glared sidelong at her.
Reaver swung a back handed blow and knocked Suzee several feet away, where she landed in a heap on the floor.
Rosie immediately rushed over and placed a hand on her throat, checking for the pulse, it was faint but steady, Bova crouched behind the punch bowl, wondering if he should get involved, and whether an electric shock was called for. Taking into
account that 'discretion was the better part of valor,' he decided to adopt a 'wait and see' strategy.
Radu made a grab for Reaver's out flung arm, but just when his fingers were just
about to close on Reaver, he felt someone grab him from behind. He struggled against the grip, but he couldn't break free.
Whoever it was, turned him around so that they faced each other, and he found himself staring into the topaz silted eyes of
Reaver's companion, the telemorph, Ubi.
"Don't bother getting involved, Andromedan. This is a personal matter of honor," Ubi purred.
"What does someone like Reaver know about honor?" Radu demanded.
"Honor among thieves," Ubi purred in reply.
Goddard took a three sixty inspection of his crew, it only took a matter of few
seconds to determine that they were reasonably intact. He felt torn between
his oath as a Stardog, when he overheard the exchange between Radu and Ubi.Hang honor, Reaver never did know the meaning of the word.
Goddard badly wanted to sock Reaver right in the mouth, just to see the look on his face. The last time they 'met' Reaver had captured the crew and was going to hijack the Christa, then sell them to the Spung. He'd gotten the better of Reaver then, but in the back of his mind, he knew Reaver wouldn't let bygones be bygones.
Goddard figured Reaver was playing a game of one-upmanship; game or not,
One that he couldn't afford to lose. As for Antonia, Damn inconvenient when one's old
flame shows up at the exact time you propose to another woman. How did they
find out? And what's more is some cosmic entity playing some kind of practical
joke on me? Or is this just more bad luck situation in a long string of bad luck situations?
"I see you've still got those" Goddard commented, " pointing at the daggers,"
"I don't suppose you recall the moment we got them, those were the highlights of our time together, Seth. It's such a pity that I now have to use them against you."
"I really didn't think I'd ever see you again, Antonia. And if it makes you feel any better, I really did search for you after we were separated at
Palladium."
"I gave up the search after the reports from the war came back that listed you as dead," Goddard tried reasoning with her, one hand inching for the dagger that she had lowered, and was thoughtfully tapping against it one leg.
"Lovely, are we go to wallow in nostalgia, Antonia, or are we here for revenge", Reaver interrupted. I
"It really is a shame that I'm going to kill you, Seth. It could've been magic," Antonia calmly remarked, as the knife leapt from her fingers and hurtled in his direction. The blade grazed his shoulder and clattered to the floor. In a back corner of his mind,
he could her Reaver's applause and caustic remarks, as he kept the rest of the crew from intervening. I should've thought of selling tickets. There's nothing quite like an estranged lovers' spat.
"Not today, you aren't," Goddard replied, launching himself forward, the need to finally have closure in their relationship released like a coiled spring. He barreled into her and both were knocked to the floor.
"Seth, the years have been good to you. You have that salt and pepper thing going for you, so distinguished. Such a change from when were an 'item," Antonia remarked, ignoring Reaver's instructions. She strode forward with the grace
of a stalking panther; one of her bone handled daggers in hand.
She twisted like a cat, and broke away from his grip. She stood up and swung
at him with an upper cut right hook that connected with his cheek. Goddard ignored the pain and thought
'Too bad. Reaver got to her. She would've made at least captain rank in the Stardogs by now. Note to self, from now on; never underestimate your opponent." He tried to use his heavier frame to hold her.
A few moments later, he found himself holding a handful of her hair, as she tore away from him and through the door.
Goddard heaved a sigh, and chased her into the corridor, where he cut her off
around the corner leading the to the jumptubes, where she was pounding on
the console that wouldn't respond to the coordinates she had been inputting. He grabbed her around the shoulders and pinned her to the wall. "It's over," there's nowhere left to run, and even if there were, we'd find you," he whispered.
"What are you going to do? Turn us over to authorities? In case you haven't noticed you're the only Stardog in the sector," Antonia replied.
"We're not in 'friendly' space, and I don't acknowledge the Spung as the 'local' authorities," Goddard said, as he cocked his head to one side as if thinking something through. "However, if you call this off, I may just be persuaded to 'look the other way," It's not like we cart a few wanted felons around on the Christa until we get back to the Star Academy."
"Ah, Seth, you always could talk your way out of any situation. Failing that, you could pull a miracle out of your hat at the eleventh hour. All right, you win. It IS Over. Happy now?" Antonia answered.
"Good. I'm glad we understand one another," Goddard replied.
"Oh, so you're just going to dump us off somewhere, in the meantime we'll be cooling our heels in your brig? I don't think so, " she smiled, as Ubi appeared and insinuated his arm between the two of them; Reaver was all but treading on his heels, the trio telemorphed back to their ship.
"And here I thought we would actually have some downtime for a change," Goddard wearily thought, rubbing a hand through his hair, "Life has a way of throwing you a curve ball. I'm just glad that's over. I better go check on the crew. Make sure they're all right."
Conclusion
"T.J, I don't want you to think that because Antonia showed up, that it in any way changes the way I feel about you.
That was a very long time ago, and that part of my past is exactly that, the past," Goddard explained.
"Chasing Reaver and almost starting a war, wasn't that the 'incident' that caused you to be demoted and reassigned as a teacher in the Star Academy? When we get home, you face what? A court- martial, disgrace?" Davenport whispered, half wishing in the back of her mind that her proper upbringing would allow her to shout at him. She didn't know who she was angrier with; him for not telling her about his past; Antonia for being his 'old flame', spoiling her happiness, or herself.
"You let me worry about that," Goddard replied. "Besides," he shrugged, "Maybe when do return to the Star Academy, the brass will have forgotten all about that incident."
"Reaver apparently haven't conveniently forgotten about it," Davenport muttered.
"Who know you were such a ladies' man," she laughed, breaking the tense silence that had grown up between them.
"Who knows, some woman like a man in uniform," Goddard laughed.
"I know you don't want to talk about that asp aspect of your life, especially not in front of the kids, but..." she trailed off.
"It's bad for morale," Goddard tried,
"Be serious, Seth," Davenport said.
"I know, I know. It's just like that old saying; those who don't learn from mistakes
in the past are doomed to repeat them; as applicable as that saying is, I admit
I've made my share of mistakes. And Antonia, well, let's just say that it felt right
at the time, but sometimes we do the wrong things for the right reasons."
"Are you still carrying a torch for her?" Davenport demanded.
"You could have told me before the fact, you know?"
"Don't tell me you're jealous of Antonia?"
"No, not jealous, just angry she tried to ruin things for us," Davenport replied, tugging at the ring band on her finger.
"Not really." Goddard shrugged, "Actually, I never expected to see her again.
Besides, there's no point in going backwards. Look it at this way, T.J, I proposed
to you, I offered you my ring, and at this point, that's all that matters. If you still want to. No pressure, mind you. I want you to go forward, and if that's with me, then all we have to do is make a promise to each other."
She leaned forward and placed her hand over his, "To be honest with each other, and go face the future together, I promise, Seth," she whispered, and then kissed him which he returned, after making the same promise to her in return.
Lyrics, circa 1992 "King of Wishful Thinking by GO WESTI don't need to fall at your feet
Just cause you cut me to the bone.
And I won't miss the way that you kiss me
We were never carved in stone.
If I don't listen to the talk of the town then maybe I can fool myself..I'll get over you, I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you.
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking.
I am the king of wishful thinkingI refuse to give into my blues, that's not how's it's going to be.
I don't want to let you see... no, that you have made a hole in my heart.
And now I've got to fool myself...I'll get over you, I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking
I'll get over you, I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you.
'Cause I'm the King of Wishful ThinkingI will never, never shed a tear for you, I'll get over you.
I will get over you.
If I don't listen to the talk of the town then maybe I can fool myself...I'll get over you, know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you.
"Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking.
I'm the king of wishful thinking
I'll get over you, I know I will
You made a hole in my heart.
But I won't shed a tear for you.
I'll be the king of wishful thinking.
I'll get over you.
I'll pretend my heart's still beating.
"Cause I've got no more tears for you
I'm the king of wishful thinking
I'll get over you, I know I will.
You made a hole in my heart.
And I'll tell myself I'm over you.
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking.