Ghosts of the Past and Present

So I know that this might be a little weird subject for some people but I have to tell you that I am in love with Charlie (Mark Wahlberg (sp? I never remember)). Anyways so I thought of this when I was watching the movie the other day for like the one millionth time and so here it goes…

Ok so here is some background so that you are not so completely confused. This picks up from the boat in Venice with Charlie and Stella. So I hope that you enjoy.

Chapter 1- F.I.N.E.

Venice:

Stella has never been happier. She finally felt like she had some closure in her life with her fathers death and Charlie. It is really odd that the one thing that almost destroyed her made her life better. As she lay awake in bed she realized that she wanted to stay here forever and that she could package up this moment so that she could have it whenever she wanted. Charlie tightened his grip on her as she moved closer to him in the king size bed. She truly felt safe in his strong arms and knowing that he would go to the end of the world and back for her and she would do the same for him.

"Good Morning Baby", Charlie said as he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Good Morning Sweet heart", she said cuddling up closer to him. "What time is our flight back to the USA?"

"Not till 5 so we have awhile before we have to go to the airport. So I figure that we can stay in bed until about 1 so that we have and hour to get ready and three to go through security, grab some snacks, and get on the plane".

"Hmm that sounds good". So having made out in bed for the next hour they finally got some breakfast and started packing up their belongings in the two bags..

Car:

As they got in the car, Stella put her head on Charlie's shoulder and let out a sigh.

"Sweetie, are you ok?"

"Yah, I am a little tired because someone kept me up late last night." At this Charlie chuckled to himself reflecting on last night's…events.

"Well you can sleep when we get on the plane, but as I recall you were not complaining when I kept you up last night." This time it was Stella's turn to giggle. They settled back in to the leather seats of rental car and looked at the scenery not wanting to leave.

Plane:

The flight back had been some what eventful. Stella had fallen asleep for about an hour then was awoken by the turbulence. After that, Charlie had convinced her to get some sleep because of the time difference. After about a half hour, Stella started shifting in her seat non stop and mumbling words that Charlie could not make out. Charlie realizing that she was having a bad dream, gently shook her shoulders to try and wake her up.

"Stella, baby, wake up. Sweetie you're having a bad dream". Stella's eyes flashed open and she sat up so fast that her head became dizzy. Tears were streaming down her pale face and she had this look of horror in her eyes.

"Sweet heart what is the mater", he asked as he pulled her close to him in a hug. Stella collapsed in his arms and started to cry softly, still aware of the other passengers around her, even though there were not that many. She held on to him with dear life and Charlie was aware of this and confused as to what had made her so upset.

"I had a dream about Steve", he tightened his grip on her as if urging her to go on. "And he killed you right in front of me", she said in a whisper. At this, Stella collapsed completely into Charlie's arms and not caring if people heard her.

"Shhhh, baby it's alright, I am here and he is not going to hurt you or me. You know who has him and they are not about to let him go anytime soon. Sweetie it's ok, calm down. Shhhhhh", Charlie said trying desperately to make her fell better. Stella had finally calmed down and was just staring out of the plane window, her hand still firmly grasped in Charlie's.

Car:

Once again they were in a car on the way back to Stella's apartment figuring that that is where she would feel the safest. As Charlie predicted Stella fell asleep in his lap with him smoothing out her hair and caressing her cheek. When they reached the apartment he realized that he could not carry her up and their bags, so regretfully, he had to wake her up.

He started to softly kiss her face in attempts of waking her up. After about a minute, she woke up and got into the apartment.

"Stella, are you ok?"

"Yah, I'm fine", she said in an unconvincing tone.

"You know what fine stands for: Freaked out, Insecure…"

"Neurotic and Emotional", she said finishing his thought. It was a phrase that her dad always used and described how she felt right now.

"So, how do you feel?"

"Fine".

A/N: Ok, so what did you think? Reviews are always welcome and they help the authors a lot. I was inspired by another author that writes Italian Job fan fic and I also think that they are coming up with a sequel, The Brazilian Job, so I can not wait for that.

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