Chapter 13: You and Me
"What day is it and in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time"
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the Father says.
Mac smiles, placing a hand on her cheek, and leans over to capture her lips. "I love you," he whispers, splitting their lips apart.
"I love you too."
The couple enjoys the dancing at the reception. When it comes time for cake, they make a mess.
Stella laughs as she tries to feed Mac a piece of cake and completely misses his mouth. "If only you could see yourself. You're mother wouldn't be proud of your manners when eating."
"But you're the one trying to feed me. And now I'm going to get you back," he holds up a forkful of cake.
Stella takes the fork from him, "I prefer to feed myself, thank you very much. And I'd like to save my dress."
"But I let you feed me cake," he protests.
"So?"
"What do you want to save your dress for anyway? Planning on getting married again?" Mac teases.
She looks at him sternly. "You're the only one for me."
"If something happens to me, I want you to be happy, even if that means marrying again."
A waiter comes to fill their champagne glasses.
"Time for toasts. Who wants to go first?" Hawkes asks, backing away.
"'Cause it's you and me and all other people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you"
Danny and Lindsay step up to the microphone. "On Desperate Housewives, it was said the perfect couple was the cake toppers. That's not true. You, Mac and Stella, are the perfect couple."
"You two have loved each other since you met and that has never stopped over the decade. Now, we all know you are always arguing, but through that your love becomes stronger. Finally, you each put your trust in the other to protect you life everyday when we go out trying to give justice. The perfect couple," Danny explains.
"We all see how you two look at each other. And Danny and I wish our relationship could be like yours." The pair steps away to hug the newlyweds.
Flack steps up. "The family is now complete." Mac and Stella look at each other. "I've always thought of our team as a family. Mac and Stella the parents, the other five of us the kids. It was like those movies where the parents split up or never get married, the children meet, and come up with a plan to get them together. We all tried to get our "parents" together; they hardly ever fell for it. Yet, one day Stella's injured by a bomb and the next they're confessing their love for one another. Unbelievable, all we had to do was shoot one of them. Glad it didn't come to that. Good luck to you two."
"When you love someone, you can't let them go," Hawkes begins. "You two have been though so much, so many life threatening injuries, and fought so many times, yet you always held out for one another. Keep that up. Congratulations."
"All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know were to go from here"
"Get up, Mac," Stella says, trying to pull him up.
"We just got here. I want to sleep."
"But we only have four days to sight see," she complains. "Then another four in Rome."
"Just give me a few hours," he pulls her down beside him.
"You had five hours to sleep on the plane."
"It's hard to sleep with someone's leaning on you, sleeping."
"Sorry about that."
"We didn't get our wedding night together."
"So? We don't have to sleep together on our wedding night. And that's over anyway. We'll spend tonight together."
"But I want to spend right now with you, right here in this bed," Mac kisses her neck, making her stop fighting him.
"Mac, stop," she realizes what he is doing. "We didn't pay all this money to lie in a hotel bed and sleep."
"No, I spent it so we could show our love in private instead of in the woods with the spiders."
She frowns, "I hate spiders."
"That movie said Greeks were good in bed," he kisses her, hands running down her back.
"We've already slept together," Stella smiles.
"Well, I thought maybe it would be better in Greece. I mean, it's good in New York but…"
"You dug yourself into a hole," she mutters, climbing on top of him.
"'Cause it's you and me and all other people
With nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you"
"Thanks for this, Mac. I can't believe you agreed with me when I told you where I wanted to go for the honeymoon," Stella kisses his cheek.
"It went by so fast. Only one more day here, then off to our wonderful home. After seeing this, I don't want to go back."
"Where to next?"
"I'm still trying to figure out what I want to eat. Can you translate for me?"
"I told you I don't know much Italian; it's complicated."
"And Greek isn't?"
"How about we share a pizza?" she offers.
"Okay."
She orders for them. "Do you seriously trust me every time I order for you?"
"Yes. If I tried to order, I'd end up with something I wouldn't eat."
"How about the National Art Museum? There's David and a whole bunch of other stuff."
"Sure."
"Sad to leave that bed in Greece, Mac?"
He snaps out of his trance, "What?"
"Where've you been?"
"Staring at you. I like seeing you out of work clothes."
"You said you like my sweaters."
"Not when everyone else can see what I can. But it is nice to look over at you when I'm frustrated; it calms me to see your beauty."
"There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right"
Stella puts her head on Mac's shoulder as the plane takes off. "I don't want to go home."
"We have to," he smiles, pulling out a book to read. "Why don't you sleep again?"
"I was planning on it." Stella sleeps, waking with a half hour left when Mac moves beside her.
"Excuse me," he whispers, standing up. "I need to go do something." He walks up to the flight attendant, standing next to the man who insisted on seeing the pilot. "Something I can do?" Mac holds his badge towards the woman, hiding it from the persistent man.
"I want to see the pilot," the man demands, pulling a knife from his sleeve.
The passengers scream in horror. Stella stands, readying herself to jump on the man and take him down. He heads toward the attendant and Stella leaps.
"No, Stella," Mac yells.
The man turns around quickly, slicing across her abdomen. She misses, landing on the floor. Mac kneels beside her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Doesn't look too bad."
"I'll be fine. We're almost there."
"Not if he kills the pilot. We'll all die," Mac looks up. "Damn it. Stay here, Stella."
"'Cause it's you and me and all other people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of"
Mac runs after the guy; too late: both the pilot and co-pilot are dead. Stella rushes after him, again not listening to his orders. She sees the guy stab Mac's stomach. He falls to the floor.
"Save yourself, Stella."
She knocks the guy to the floor and puts her hands around his neck, suffocating him. Before he passes out, he thrusts his arm up, the blade of the knife cutting into her abdomen. When she's satisfied with his lack of breath, she backs away, moving to her husband, knife still inside her.
"I'm sorry, Mac. Please don't leave me."
"Not your fault," he mumbles, reaching a hand up to touch her cheek.
"Stay with me. We're going to get home and be rewarded for stopping a hijacker," she tries to smile.
"Who're you trying to fool? I know I'm not going to make it," his hands moves to her stomach. He feels the knife inside her. "He got you too?"
She nods slowly, "I'm not leaving you, Mac."
"There's no way I can get out of here; the plane will crash into the ocean. I'm too weak to save myself; my blood is gushing out."
"Then I'm coming with you," Stella pulls the knife out of her, blood pouring out.
"Stella," he says, tears coming to his eyes.
"I love you, Mac. I always will," she cries too. Her arms wrap around him, and she kisses him one last time.
"I love you too, Stella."
The couple holds tightly to each other as the plane crashes into the ocean, just off the coast of New York City. Together the take their last breaths, and they die together, holding each other close.
Happily ever after never came. But through it all, they were together, always loving each other.
"You and me and all other people
With nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you
What day is it and it what month"
This clock never seem so alive"
A/N: Lifehouse. Sad story. Study hall is so boring, but I've found a way to entertain myself. I've started another story and got three and a half chapters done this week. Except I found a problem with keeping it in my planner; yesterday my mom wanted to know what all these papers were that I had stuck in my planner. She opened it, and I grabbed it from her so she wouldn't see the story. Then I totally forgot and left my planner on the table while I went in the basement. Some of the pages were turned around next time I looked in it, so I think she did look in there. Although, maybe she does know because she really wants me to take this creative writing class. The Silly Games sequel should be started sometime this week. Hope you enjoyed this story.