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Life went on or so it seemed.
As Penelope lay in the bed, and woke up again to the harsh reality she noticed that even though her mind was stuck on her wonderland and her body was stuck resting in the bed, everyone came and went as they pleased, as they saw fit.
She had no words to say to them, no actions that would make them feel better, so she just closed her eyes moments after opening them and went back to sleep willing her mind to transport herself back to Derek's safe, guarding arms.
This time, however, she couldn't just go back to sleep.
Her mind wrapped around the moments she had. The feelings he struck up her, how her heart raced just by having him close and how her skin burnt by the simple trail of his finger tip. Penelope wanted to feel his kisses and hear him calm her into a sleep. She wanted him and only him.
Her memories could only suffice so much and so much wasn't enough. Her memories were only half made without him around and she needed more than simple memories and flashbacks, she needed more than what had once been. She needed him and she could only hope that he felt the same. That wherever he was, where he was unhurt, that he was wishing the same, that he was as lost without her as she was without him.
"I need to get to him." She suddenly whispered out into the silence. After being tortured by the memories for long enough she needed to see him, she needed to see for herself what they were up against. How lost the battle had been deemed. "I need to see Derek," She spoke a little louder and pushed herself up, agitation exuding her as she began to rip at the wires and tubing on her.
"Penelope," Rossi said standing up as he and Emily rushed over to her, "You need to rest. You're body's suffered too much trauma as it is."
She shook her head, "I can't lay here and wait for news, I need to be back with him." She began to sob, her emotions finally being let lose, her control completely vanquished in moments. "I don't want to be here."
Rossi and Emily exchanged looks, both thinking the same; that she didn't want to be in this room but in Derek's. Neither knew that Penelope had spent every moment of her unconsciousness with Derek.
"I was with him," She breathed out between the heart wrenching sobs, "We were together."
Rossi took a moment of power and sat on the edge of the bed, taking Penelope's hand in his, "Kitten, doing this, going to him, isn't going to help. You need your rest, Bella. What happened, it did a lot of damage and moving you could only put your health in danger."
"I need to be there," Penelope continued to sob at him, "Please, I just need to see him. Please." Penelope felt her damaged body respond to the emotional mill she had just been through and already she had exhausted herself, but her drive to see Derek stopped her from caving completely to the weakness. She needed to be the strongest she could, even if it meant mustering up all the courage in her system to get over what going on in her life.
For once Penelope would endure whatever pain she had to, to just get one look at him.
Once she saw him then she knew that everything would come with it. She would know what she needed to do.
She just needed to be with him.
Except for seeing him for that first time ever since waking up she felt her life become dark and stormy.
Life was better when they were together and for once, and only once in her life, she wished that she was in her dream world away from all this pain.
She no longer wanted reality with Derek this way.
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Derek walked through the house for the umpteenth time. He had roamed the entire place, trying to find Penelope. Hoping, praying, wishing that if he looked just once more he might find her curled up in bed or pulling their DVD collection free of the cupboard again.
Alas, the bed was empty, the DVDs well kept. The bath not run; the pool empty, the kitchen bare of her presence, the living room the same, the computers left untouched in the study.
She was just not around.
Even when he found himself at the beach and he realised that he was watching the shore line for her, searching the dunes to find her on a blanket, or even going into the sea until he was way of his depth in the hope that she was either swimming or, when he turned back, waiting for him on dryer land.
It was without a question of doubt that Derek wanted to go to sleep and never wake up if it meant being this isolated, this deserted, this lonely.
In the very moment that a wave of loneliness swept over him and he fell to his knees on the beach, he was consumed with seeing Penelope was broken, so hurt over and over again. The same rush of protectiveness came over him, the same panic.
He knew she was back dealing with what he wanted to be back with. She was dealing with the recovery, the prayers to will him awake, she was back with everyone with the same similar wish he had.
To be reunited.
Every day he was consumed with the hope that he would just wake up, that something would pull him back, that he would just wake up for real and see someone other than himself. That he would see Penelope's face smiling at him, or see his mom's face or his sister's or one of the team. He wanted so badly to be with them, to just hear them, even if he could just sense them.
Then he felt it. One lone rain drop hit the top of his head. Then another, and another, and another until the skies had changed from their normal blue beauty and let a storm wash out.
Then he sensed it. He heard it. Felt it.
I need you.
One simple sentence, filled to the brim with emotion and every word uttered in Penelope's distraught tone.
He knew then the rain was her tears. She was crying over him and his heart only clenched ever more fiercely in his chest.
This world had only been real when Penelope was with him to share it, now it was his own personal hell.
Like reality had become hers.
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There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,
Like a shoebox of photographs,
With sepia tone loving,
Love is the answer
At least for most of the questions in my heart ,
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy,
And sometimes life can be deceiving,
I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together
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Song: Jack Johnson – Better Together