In the end
Chapter 2
"Emily…." Lucky stopped, pausing permanently as he heard the dial tone. He never realized until now how much Emily liked having the last word and expressing her temper in very unpredictable ways, such as a hang up.
How he would make up this one he had to figure out. Flowers rarely worked with Emily, she didn't eat sugar too much so candy was out of the question, and notes would only go so far as he had seen.
Still, he needed to figure out how fast, he was returning tomorrow morning. He had called her to tell her that, but that conversation didn't even get a head start. Laying down on the hotel bed and placing his pillow over his head like a five year old, he sighed.
He felt like he hadn't slept in days, well deeply anyway. For the last two years he had slept next to Emily next him, holding her close most of those nights, especially those winter ones. The hotel bed felt like a cold bed of rocks however because of that rapid change and as a result lack of sleep.
He was just thinking if that would touch Emily so he could get out of some trouble when his door sounded a loud knock. Jax, he learned, who had just arrived earlier today, after getting an okay from his wife, and as a joke his set of silent twins, also his godchildren.
"Come in," Lucky called reluctantly, mentally reminding himself to take a few days off when things settled down.
Lucky heard the door lock open as did the door, the shuffling of feet coming towards him. "You do realize you can cut off your air supply by that or is just the punishment for ticking off your wife?" Jax asked from above the bed, in his distinctive Australian accent that he used to like but now found annoying.
In response Lucky grabbed the pillow and threw it in his boss's face, resorting again to the actions of a five year old. And here he thought he had grown up….
"You know it's unwise to throw stuff at your boss who is paying you." Jax commented.
"I'll keep that in mind when I'm fighting for my house when I'm talking to my wife's divorce attorney." Lucky replied, all serious however.
"It can't be that bad." Jax insisted.
Lucky glared at Jax. "Has your wife ever hung up on you?" Jax's face held the answer-no. "I rest my case." He muttered.
"Maybe if you just talked to her, I mean face to face, you know got everything in the open." Jax suggested.
"I've been trying to but Emily's been sick which have made her emotions for once in her life go full blown and I just don't know how to handle her when she's like that." Lucky explained the situation.
That, however, made little sense in Jax's mind. Still, it was not his problems; he just felt a personal interest in his employee's marriage. "How about we figure it out over dinner?" He proposed.
"I doubt it will help any, but I guess a guy has to eat." Lucky agreed reluctantly and left the room and his troubles behind for the moment.
Emily had stayed later than she realized as she glanced over the clock. Even Laura had gone home, but only she and a few people who came in late in the day were left.
Ever since she had her "peace" against her husband, after he called and they talked, Emily had taken some aspirin and gone straight into her work, actually concentrating and focusing that time around.
Skipping lunch and practically dinner she finished and edited her other two articles due within the week. Usually getting ahead was a good thing too, but Emily felt no satisfaction into getting it all done that way.
Still, despite her feelings which magically appeared sometime today she packed up her laptop and grabbed her purse. Putting on her coat, she started on her walk home, which wasn't very far, maybe two or three blocks maximum.
She however, walked a little quicker today though the sun was falling but enough light present that would preserve a nice one. She just felt more alert, she reasoned, ever since she had got that phone call, it made her look at everything differently.
Also a small part of her felt she was being watched, ever since Lucky had left too, but no matter how much Emily listened and looked, she found nothing to even prove such a thing. She still kept herself fully aware nonetheless. It could be her nerves or even her mind for that matter.
Making it home safely, she locked the door soundly and closed the shades, turning on the lights. She almost felt an echo from her footsteps it was that empty. Glancing around, Emily sighed and sat on a wooden chair, wrapping her hands around herself.
Would it always be like this? That is an empty feeling of doom? Not feeling like food or analyzing she set the security alarm and shut and locked everything, going upstairs to the master bedroom.
A figure in the bushes below watched as a light shined through one of the rooms of the two story house, the master bedroom where the married couple slept. They could see little through the thick beige shades but to them it did not matter.
It would all be a matter of time before he'd have all he wanted and most of all he wanted her. But he fully knew now wasn't the time to strike, but he had been waiting four years for this and he could wait a few more days. Turning with a smirk, they waited until the light was out and the person in bed before slipping out of the bushes and onto the night street, only to return another day.
The next day, Emily rose early, showered and dressed, before coming down to find something light for breakfast. Settling for an apple, Emily sat down at the table and frowned at the front page, as usual she didn't get the front page.
Disgusted and sick to her stomach, Emily threw it a few feet away. One day she will be recognized for her hard work, not those ninnies who just walked and did minimal work. She had watched them, so she was sure of this. Still, that was the issue for another day.
Calling Laura real quick to see if she needed to come in, who said she was covered for today, Emily decided to set up that appointment she had been dreading where all the questions would be asked.
Dialing the number slowly, a nurse picked up. "General Hospital, how can we help you?" The woman was unusually chipper, but useful as Emily found out the specialized doctor she had to see had a sudden opening in an hour as a result of a cancellation.
Debating whether or not she was right for that kind of step just yet, she had barely recognized the signs as it was, Emily agreed to it and prepared for the worst case scenario.
Grabbing her purse she called a cab and took it to the hospital. Checking in, Emily sat to wait, nervous and second guessing her all the way. She was almost about to leave despite the fee when her name was called and she was guided to a room.
She sat as the nurse took her blood pressure, weight and height, before leaving and telling her to wait for the doctor to show. Grimacing as she studied the posters on the wall, Emily only checked out one that had poor graphics but touched her enough to glance down curiously.
When she left she was just as self conscious as she was coming in, maybe more so. Deciding against a cab, she walked home just to analyze and steady her nerves, when she was home she'd be tenser.
All she came up with on that walk though was that she needed to tell Lucky and came to the huge conclusion that things were about to change dramatically. That was more apparently clear as she walked into the driveway to see Lucky's truck parked and locked, her husband was home and while it was both a good and bad thing, it was bound to happen she knew, but then again reality was her enemy at the moment.
Unlocking the door, she entered the living room, only to stop and grab onto the top of the fireplace. It was cold and rough on her hands but until the dizzy spell passed, it was enough.
Lucky stopped at the middle of the stairs as he watched this scene, only to hurry down to help Emily sit. This was no welcome he was expecting but then again he also expected another screaming match. But that was out of the question as he saw what shape Emily was in.
Now he understood more how stupid for him to leave it was, Emily was pale and apparently getting dizzy spells. "Emily, are you alright?" He asked, worry overcoming his voice.
"No, but then again nothing in my life is alright at the moment." Emily replied bitterly, but didn't pull away from his embrace, feeling she needed it, but was somehow disappointed with how really impersonal it felt as if Lucky was unsure what to do, which she had no doubt.
"Well, that's why we have all day, so we can at least fix one thing in your life, our marriage problems hopefully, maybe me leaving like that." Lucky said encouragingly.
"Lucky, that's the least of our worries I think." Emily said quietly, not sure how to go on, but knew he needed an explanation she just couldn't say.
"You being sick you mean?" Lucky asked, but didn't think that such a big deal, it was only a little nausea, tiredness and dizzy spells. It's all expected out of the flu though this had been going on a little too long.
"I wish I was only sick." Emily pulled away, trying to think she can figure this all out in the next minute, but knew she couldn't. Her plan was now totally conflicted. This is why she liked the predictable and the familiar; she just couldn't handle this now.
"Em, sweetheart, you are scaring me here. What is happening?" Lucky now felt the strange twist of worry increasing on its peak. "You have to talk to me here if I can help any." He insisted desperately, feeling like a stranger in this relationship, an outsider, a third person lagging around for the ride.
"I don't know how to talk to you Lucky! Every time we have a conversation I get overly emotional and scare you away or I try explaining something only to end up like I'm talking gibberish and you having a blank look of confusion. Like now!" Emily wildly gestured to him but knew she had a point.
"Which I now know why you didn't want to say goodbye!" Emily threw her arms up in despair and confusion, as if it just clicked. "What a moment for me to learn that one." Emily remarked cynically.
"The main reason I didn't really say goodbye to your face was because I knew I'd miss you too much and I'd feel like not leaving. It'd just be too hard to see the disappointment on your face." Lucky explained.
"You shouldn't have left period Lucky! These last few days I felt like I have been losing my mind and I really needed you here to keep me here balanced, sane! And you weren't here when I needed you, which I'm starting to notice is a trend." Emily argued.
"Okay, I get the message, I'm sorry! But these rapid mood swings of yours are really hard to keep up with." Lucky yelled.
"You think I want these mood swings? You think I like being like this Lucky? And worst of all I can't control them! I'm the one only going for a ride here!" Emily shouted at Lucky.
"You know this isn't helping our marriage problems any." Lucky commented, at the most inopportune time.
"Yeah well, don't kill the messenger." Emily said as she turned to leave.
"Where do you think you are going? Better question, what is wrong with you?" Lucky screamed with impatience.
"You're the computer genius; figure it out because I certainly can't." Emily told him as she disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Lucky made a frustrated sound and sat back down on the couch, having stood up as the argument started. So much for no arguments when Emily was sick.
A/n: Okay, that is so not my best work, but this story is all new and I really have no real idea where to go, any suggestions? All those readers and especially those who reviewed, please be patient cause "work in progress" seems like an understatement.
