Title: Mistaken Identity Part 2
Pairing: Willie Loomis/Maggie Evans
Fandom: Dark Shadows
Theme: #3 Jolt
Maggie continued to sit by Willie's bed in the hospital, her finger tapping against her upper lip as she tried her damndest to figure out why on earth her memory hadn't returned yet. After all, Willie had been the declared kidnapper since he had fallen for the police's trap, so why wasn't everything finally falling into place?
Dr. Woodard and Julia Hoffman had both surmised that she'd at long last be out of the woods, but they were wrong - Maggie had never felt so lost in her entire life!
Frowning, the young beauty studied the way Willie's chest gently rose and fell along with his shallow breathing, the medicinal tubes embedded in either wrist making her subconsciously wince due to the thought of how much pain must have been involved in putting them there.
But then...no. Willie had felt no pain since he had entered a coma right on the spot. It was no wonder, either, what with the fact that his back had been riddled with five bullets from the policemen's trusty rifles. The real miracle was that the poor fool had actually survived, yet Maggie kept telling herself that he deserved a long and drawn-out punishment for whatever heinous misdoings he had committed against her.
Leaning forward in her seat, Maggie ignored the jangling of her jewelry and touched Willie's hand, somehow hoping that through physical contact she could remember exactly what had happened.
She stayed like this for quite some time, yet once she made a move to pull away she suddenly received a splitting headache.
Grasping at her throbbing temples, Maggie doubled over in her seat and groaned, a terrifying image of Barnabas Collins suddenly flashing out across her mind's eye like a beacon of sheer evil. Within this dream-like sequence he began chasing her, yet Willie was attempting to stop him.
Willie...
"You're not the kidnapper" Maggie suddenly whispered, her eyes filling up with tears. "You tried to save me, and now...oh, God!"
Collapsing atop Willie's slim form - yet careful enough not to harm him - Maggie sobbed into the crook of his neck and stroked his scraggly cheek, her lips placing several quick kisses of gratitude along his neck and jaw line as she fondly interlocked her hand in his and heaved a shaky sigh.
"You tried to save me" she whispered, holding him close, "and for that I am forever indebted to you."
Although Willie didn't verbally respond, she could've sworn she saw him smile...