I Can Make It, I Promise -
A/N:Angels Among Us owned by Alabama. Watch Him Fall owned by me. :) NO STEALING! I WORKED HARD ON THAT SONG:-P I trust you gals though. :)
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Tommy Quincy stepped out of his bright blue viper, and headed towards the peir. He'd been gone for 6 months. He'd seen a lot of Montreal. Sure, it wasn't the same it used to be, but that's what he loved. And it's what he needed. Change. He heard a door shut on a car a about 25 yards away and turned around, seeing familiar faces he hadn't seen in 6 months. They looked happy.
"Mr. Quincy."
Tommy nodded to Liam.
"Sadie. Liam." He stared at them blankly. His feelings were still trapped inside.
"How've you been?" Tommy looked out at the water.
"I don't know...Lost...Confused...Still am..."
Sadie sighed. She knew there was a chance that Tommy could still not be sure on what to do. She nodded at Liam, who walked away, and she placed her hand on his forearm gently as to not startle him.
"Tom...It's okay to cry. To get upset...To be mad. I know we've all told you this, but..."
He looked over at her. Tears glistened in his eyes. "There's nothing left here, Sadie," he stated, pointing to his heart. "Not a damn thing. I don't know how to feel, what to say, where to go, or how to handle this...She was my everything...And now she's gone."
Sadie sucked in a deep breath and looked up at Tommy.
"You do the one thing you know how to do."
He scoffed, half laughing. "And how the hell do I do that?" He stared at her as a single tear streamed down his cheek. The cold air stung the wet streak. But he relished it...It helped to hide the real pain he held.
"You know how you do it." Sadie continued to stare at him, her hand still on his forearm. Tears stung his eyes again as he nodded. "You're right...I do know how to make it stop...Write a song, right?"
Sadie nodded. She walked away, and he walked to his car. A drive was what he needed. His head needed to be cleared. He drove, no certain destination planned. After a while, he found himself staring at a country road. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't care. Out here, the air was warmer...It was the middle of April...He'd left in October. Jude had died in February. It had been more than a year since her death, and he still hadn't figured out how to get her back. He pulled up to a lakeshore, and took off his jacket, walking around to the backseat of the car. He pulled out a journal and his guitar. Three teenagers passing recognized him.
"Tom Quincy? What're you doing here in East York...it's like a two hour drive from Toronto..." Tommy turned around, and the three girls saw his tear streaked face. No one said anything else. He nodded a them and then locked the viper befor walking away. He made his way down to the end of the beach. He sat just before the shore, and began to write.
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Four hours later, Tommy found himself sitting in the rehearsal space. After everything that had happened with Jamie, Tommy told Jude he had sold it, but had secretly kept it. He had been hoping that one day Jude would be able to face her fears and come back. Most of her best writing had been done at the rehearsal space.
He sat down at the piano and began to play softly. He started talking. He wasn't sure what, but the talking soon turned into singing. He stopped, setting up recording equipment. He started again.
He began talking again.
"I was walkin'home from school
On a cold winter day,
Took a short cut through the woods
And I lost my way.
It was gettin' late, and I was scared and alone.
Then a kind old man took my hand, and led me home..."
Suddenly, he began to sing.
"Mama couldn't see him, But he was standing there, And I knew in my heart He was the answer to my prayer..."
The chords changed slightly as he began to hit the keys slightly harder.
"Oh, I believe there are Angels Among Us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours
To show us how to live
To teach us how to give
To guide us with a light of love..."
Tommy felt tears course down his cheeks, but he let out a smile. This was what he had needed to say in this past six months.
"When life held troubled times
And had me down on my knees
Rhere's always been someone
To come along and comfort me
A kind word from a stranger
To lend a helping hand
A phone call from a friend
Just to say I understand
Now ain't it kind of funny
At the dark end of the road
Someone light the way with just a single ray of hope."
He could feel that ray of light now. He wasn't sure he had in the past, but he did now. Jude had been shining that light ever since the day she passed. That light was there, but Tommy never saw it. He was too stubbornly wrapped up in himself, only worrying about seeing Jude again, rather than what was best for his kids or what was best for him, physically, mentally, and emotionally.
"Oh, I believe there are Angels Among Us, Sent down to us from somewhere up above. They come to you and me in our darkest hours To show us how to live To teach us how to give To guide us with a light of love..."
The door across the room opened slightly, but Tommy continued to play. He kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to know who it was just yet. If only for a moment, he wanted to think that it was Jude. To relish in the fact that she had come back to him. And that they were going to be together again. He finished out the song, and felt a slight weight change on the bench, telling him someone had sat down next to him. He replayed the bride and last chorus.
"They wear so many faces,
show up in the strangest places
and grace us with their mercies in our time of need.
Oh, I believe there are Angels Among Us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours
To show us how to live
To teach us how to give
To guide us with a light of love.
To guide us with a light of love..."
"Tommy..."
He felt tears sting his eyes.
"It was okay...I was okay. Before you showed up. I was handling it. I could make it. I could survive without you."
His eyes stayed shut.
"I'm still here. I'm not walking away."
Tommy scoffed."I can't believe I spent four months with you in Montreal...Do you know what my wife would have thought of that?"
He opened his eyes. Those blue eyes...
"You're trying to move on," She placed a hand on his forearm, much like Sadie had earlier that day. "It's completely understandable."
"Two months after my wife died!? Two months after my kids were born!? Yeah right!!!!" His eyes snapped open and he looked at her.
Tears filled her eyes. She didn't know what to say. "I'm...sorry. I didn't know I was hurting you." She stood and walked out. Tommy hit the top of the piano, standing up. He'd been an idiot to try and get involved with another girl, so soon after losing Jude. And of all people, it had been the girl from the hospital. He had run into her while in Montreal, and they juck...clic- NO! Tommy didn't click with anyone. She was just another close comparison to Jude. But not his Jude. Because his Jude was...amazing. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before heading to the door. As he approached it, he remembered his sheet music and walked back to the piano and took it off the piano. As he did, a pile of papers tumbled to the ground. He set the sheet music down, picking up the papers off the floor. He looked at them. Some were lyrics. Others were parts of notes that she had written him back when they were working on her first and second album. He continued flipping through the stack of papers, but stopped when found something titled 'Watch Him Fall.' He looked at it, confused. As far as he knew, Jude was happy in their marriage...Maybe he had been wrong. He flipped the binder that held all the different versions of the song. As he looked over it, anger filled him. This song wasn't about him. It was about the one person he hated the most. The one who had almost ruined his marriage. The one who had almost ruined his life. James Michael Andrews.
He angrilly threw the binder on the piano, giving himself a moment to calm down. When he had, he heard a slight knock at the door. He looked up, and saw her. She'd come back.
"Why are you still here?"
"I forgot something." She motioned towards the binder he'd been flipping through. He looked down at it.
"Uh, no...This was my wife's." She walked up to him.
"Right...so why can I recite the whole song to you?"
"Do it." He looked at her blankly. He didn't believe her and dared her to try and steal something that wasn't hers.
Elixe rolled her eyes. She began to sing softly.
"I'm running from my past I'm running from that place I'm running from to a new home It's been so long since I've felt safe
I can't catch my breath I'm running low on time I need to find a vice And watch him fall for this crime
I've never felt so abandoned So broken and so cold I never thought I'd see the day I'd be crying away this pain alone
I can't catch my breath I'm running low on time I need to find a vice And watch him fall for this crime
I need to find a way I need to escape this pain I need for you to hold my hand I need you today
I need my closest friend You're the one who's pulled me through I can't watch this fade away again I can't see it come to an end
I can't catch my breath I'm running low on time I need to find a vice And watch him fall for this crime
No, I can't catch my breath
I'm running low on time
I need to find a vice
And watch him fall.
watch him...oh, watch him fall..."
Tommy sighed. She wasn't lying after all.
"I'm sorry." He handed her the binder. She nodded, accepting his apology.
"When you're ready to come around...start dating again...give me a call." She smiled and walked out of the room. From behind...hell, even from the front, she was the spitting image of Jude...