Skay, this is chapter two of Forever And Always. I might continue,
but if you review then tell me if it should be more angst or my
happy ending twist (because any fic without them together in the end
makes me cry). I'll put it on as soon as I can get my
computer to open windows from links (its being stupid). Enjoy!

Title: Forever and Always
Rating: T; suicide
Disclaimer: I am not the owner of them, but George is mine. Dent is
Adam Douglas's, but I just like the name.
Summary: Eames contemplates movement.
AU: NO (for once)
Other: I forgot what else goes here, but fill in the blanks.

He wasn't moving. His giant body that was constantly in motion-
touching, sniffing-was completely still. His long, strong fingers
finally at rest, and his eyes finally not watching. He had always
liked to watch.

She was there with him. Her scent found its way into his brain and
forced his eyes open. Alex…One hand strayed up to her face and
gently stroked her cheek with an unbelieving and hesitant air around
it. Bobby found her hands tangled in his shirt and gazed down at
them. Her ring.

His brilliant mind no longer working in its mysterious ways. No more
revelations, or three AM calls about answers he pulled out of no
where. No more dark eyes starring at her, then darting away in the
embarrassment of being caught. No more Bobby.

The unwanted movement elicited a small groan from Alex, and Bobby
feared her awakening. Her honey brown eyes that would say everything
she felt. But before he could one strong arm curled around his neck
as she yawned into his shoulder. Her eyes opened, and she breathed
again.

No more Bobby to protect her, and to remind her that she wasn't
alone. No more Bobby to make her smile with another quirk that had
grown on her over their years together. No more Bobby and no one
left to hold her.

"Boobbbyyy…" She somehow managed to draw his name out as she nuzzled
against his chest, and settled back into his arms. Then she spoke.
How damning would her words be? As damning as that invitation had
been? Her voice was little more than a whisper. "Can we make waffles
for breakfast?"

Bobby never hurt her; he just loved her. But now, now she could feel
the pain mingling with her blood and settling into her bones. Bobby
wouldn't have hurt her like Arthur. He would have loved her-He had
loved her, but now she'd never know his love.

God, waffles.' He reached up and stroked her hair. "Of course,
Alex." She smiled up at him and he smiled back. He had Alex. She was
his, and no one could take her away from him now.

But now there was no Bobby. No Bobby, and that thought made the very
marrow of her bones burn. She fingered the ring on her finger and
gently caressed the three diamonds inlaid in the gold. She stroked
his hair softly and whispered, "I'm sorry Bobby. You were so much
better than Arthur. You would've only loved me. I'm sorry Bobby."
One tear traced a salty line down her cheek. "Forever and always
will I love you."