I decided instead of two parts, there shall be three. Because I can. I was also gonna put a sexy scene in here…but decided not to. Use your imagination! Lol. Ima be fleeing the state for a while…so idk when Ima be able to update either of my stories. But I shall try! Thanks again! Review please!
Iluvpushingdaisies: I'm glad you enjoy my fics! But I don't think Ima ever write anything but Cholive. So if you don't like cholive, you can either a) not read them or b) replace all the "Olive"'s with "Ned"s. But again, really flattered that you read and enjoy them even though you don't like cholive!
Part 2
Chuck read hundreds of books. She talked to dozens of psychics, Chinese doctors and the sort. She searched all the branches of the Internet. But nothing. Absolutely nothing. It seemed looking for the solution was the equivalent of searching for Big Foot.
Olive hadn't said anything more to Chuck about killing herself, but she knew it was on her mind. Chuck had actually made sure she was with Olive every second of the day so she wouldn't kill herself without telling Chuck, taking the condition into her own hands.
"Chuck," Olive said poking her head out from the shower, clutching the curtain, "I know what you're doing."
"What are you talking about?" Chuck asked innocently. When Olive said she was going to take a shower, the Dead Girl made the excuse that she was going to paint her nails so she could be in the bathroom with her, keeping a careful watch on the razor.
"You have me on suicide watch, Chuck," she said descending into the shower once more. "I just wanted to paint my nails," she said putting another coat on.
"When you paint your nails, you do it on the couch."
"It's a bad habit I need to get out of."
"Chuck," Olive turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel off the rack before her girlfriend could get too good a look at her, "I don't need you to watch out for me. I'm not going to do anything without you knowing. Okay?"
Defeated, Chuck nodded. Olive placed her damp palm on her cheek and kissed her forehead, "Thank you." Chuck brought Olive into a kiss, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth and sucking lightly on it. She yanked the plush towel from Olive's tiny fingers and let it fall to the floor, leaving the blonde completely naked before her. No matter how many times she had seen the woman naked, it still took her breath away every time. She took a long look at her, taking in every curve of her body, every dip every turn. Still sitting on the toilet, she put her hands on Olive's hips and drew her close, kissing her stomach lightly.
Olive tilted Chuck's chin up and stroked her face before bending down and kissing her passionately. Chuck pulled Olive into her lap without ever breaking the kiss tangling her hands in the blonde hair. The brunette was just about to deepen the kiss when there was a knock at the door.
Chuck groaned as Olive pulled away, "Ignore it," she said pulling her back. But Olive put her finger to Chuck's lips, "I need to get dressed anyways." So she kissed her briefly and picked up her towel off the floor, wrapping herself in it. The Dead Girl was about to grab Olive around the waist when the doorbell rang once more. Frustrated, she went to the door and answered it. "Ned," she said slightly surprised. "Can I talk to you?" the Pie Maker shrugged, his hands buried deep in his pockets.
"Sure," she said moving aside and letting him in. He stood awkwardly in the living room, looking around carefully. "Sit, sit," she said pointing towards the couch, "Let me get you some tea." She came back a few moments later, two cups of tea in hand and sat next to Ned on the couch.
"What did you want to talk about?" she asked taking sip of the hot liquid. "I wanted to apologize about earlier," he said holding the cup in his hands, "I was kinda harsh in refusing to help you."
"It's okay," Chuck said, "I know you don't like to talk about your…ability."
"But I want to help you. I've been thinking about this. And I thought of every possible thing but only came up with one solution. And I don't think you'll like it very much."
"I would do anything to make it so I can grow old."
"Well, actually, there is no way to make it so you can grow old."
"What? I thought you said you had a solution."
"I do. But not for your immortal state as much as Olive's mortal state."
"Oh, no. Don't tell me."
"If Olive died, then I could bring her back."
"I thought you hated bringing people back."
"I do. But you love Olive. And you can't stand the idea of having to live without her. And I completely empathize with that."
"Ned-"
"No. I want to help you. I want you to be happy."
"I don't like the idea of Olive dying. Even if it's just for a few minutes. And what about the whole exchange thing! Who would die instead?"
"I was actually thinking of doing it just outside the prison. Where death row is. I mean, it's just accelerating their sentence. And their death would be less humiliating."
"I don't know-"
"Yes," Olive said, coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed.
"What?" Ned and Chuck said simultaneously.
"I like it. Let's do it," Olive said sitting on the other side of Chuck. "No!" Chuck said, "Do you hear yourself? You want to kill yourself!"
"It's not technically killing myself. Since I know I'll be brought back."
"No, no, no, no. No."
"Chuck, don't you think this is kinda my decision to make?"
"I just don't want something to go wrong."
"What could possibly go wrong?"
Chuck and Olive looked and Ned who shook his head and answered, "Nothing."
"There, see," Olive said triumphantly.
"Olive, how can you be so okay with this?" Chuck said distressed. Olive smiled softly and took her hands in her own, "Honestly? I'm terrified. But I want to be with you forever. In the literal sense."
Sighing, a tear falling silently from her eye, Chuck nodded, "Okay." Olive kissed her forehead, lips lingering a few moments too long to make it brief. Ned cleared his throat, getting the lovers attention.
"I do have one question though," Olive said playing with Chuck's fingers and looking up at Ned, "If I die and come back…can I…can we…have a…a baby?"
Ned blinked in surprise. "Um…I…I don't feel I'm the right person you should be asking. Both looked at Chuck, who still had tears falling from her eyes. They had never talked about having a child, but the thought was always there. The fact that Olive wanted them too made her heart burst with happiness and affection.
She wiped the tears away, "Well," she said sniffling, "I guess you can say not dying isn't the only curse I have. So I assume that it's completely possible."
"There is a litter of puppies down the street that look an awful lot like Digby," Ned said, "If that helps."
The two women laughed and Chuck put her arm around Olive's waist. "When do you want to do it? The dead then back to life thing," Ned said making sure he clarified. "As soon as possible," Olive said, "I don't want to lose my nerve. What about tomorrow?"
Ned nodded and Chuck did her best not to cry. They made all the arrangements, and when the Pie Maker left, Chuck held Olive tightly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Pushing her wife's dark hair from her eyes, Olive nodded, kissing her silently. Chuck pushed Olive down on the couch, kissing down her jaw and to her neck. She gently sucked on the tan skin, making her way to her collarbone. For some reason an overwhelming feeling of sadness came over Chuck, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She was going to treat this like the last time she was going to see Olive, touch her. Unable to hold back her tears any longer, the salty liquid spilled from her eyes, landing on Olive's tanned chest.
"Honey," Olive said lifting Olive's chin towards her, "What's wrong?" Chuck moved up her body, there bodies flush with one another, letting Olive wipe her tears away. "What if something goes wrong?" she said.
"Ssh," she said holding her face between her hands, "You don't think I haven't thought of that? Well, I have. And I'd rather not. So shut up and make love to me." The brunette chuckled, wiping the last of the tears from her eyes, "So demanding."
"I'm allowed to be," Chuck said running her hands down Chuck's back, "I am dying tomorrow." A look came across Chuck's face, "Olive-"
"I know, I'm sorry. Too soon to joke," Olive recovered kissing her fully on the lips. She took no time ridding Chuck of her dress. "You're lagging, Hun," Olive joked, getting a scornful look from her lover. Chuck nipped at Olive's ear a little roughly, taking her dress off. "Better?" Chuck said cocking an eyebrow with a slight smile.
Instead of answering, Olive clasped her hands behind Chuck's head and pulled her back towards her lips.
