I'm ... I'm ... All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standin' here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye, but the dawn is breakin'. it's early morn, The taxi's waitin', He's blowin' his horn. Already I'm so lonesome, I could die - Leaving on a Jet Plane by Chantal Kreviazuk (Original by John Denver)

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She'd been standing here for what seemed like days, when really it had only been about ten minutes. Her hand was closed lightly around the doorknob to his room. Half-Sack had passed her three times now, but had said nothing. He had eyed her suitcases and other bags laying at her feet curiously, but did not press. For that she was thankful.

She ran her free hand through her black hair, and closed her hazel eyes with a sigh, before opening the door. She couldn't stand out in the hallway all day. Jax or Tig might end up walking by her, and question her luggage with more balls than Half-Sack was willing to show. Not that she could blame him, seeing as he only had one to his name.

Quietly and slowy she entered his room, peering sround the door until it was fully open, the smell of his cologne hitting her nose. He was lying on his bed with a Playboy magazine covering his eyes. She could hear him snoring, and it brought a small smile to her face. He looked so peaceful.

She was almost tempted to just turn around and walk out, letting him sleep while she caught her plane. But she wouldn't do that. She had to tell him. He'd be furious if she didn't tell him to his face. And she didn't want that.

Sighing and gathering up courage, she reached towards his chest. Really she didn't understand why she was acting like a frightened child. It wasn't like he was going to start beating on her for disturbing him, or for her leaving! And yet, here she was, inwardly shaking with fear as her heart beat like an indian war drum.

Placing her hand on his chest, she gave him a light shake. "Chibs? Chibs, hun? Chibs, wake up." She jumped, as he jolted up, his magazine falling from his face, as he bolted up. "Sack! If yer botherin' me, boy, I'm gonna-" He stopped mid, Irish accented, rant, as she gave a soft chuckle, causing his eyes to fall on her.

"Meara," He sighed, reaching out to grab her still outstretched hand. "Sorry, lass. I thought ya were the damn Prospect comin' in ta bother me with somethin' stupid." He kissed her hand, before letting go, and throwing his feet up and to the side, letting them land with a soft thud onto his dark carpeted floor.

He ran his hands through his salt and peppered hair, before pulling him down his face to most likey shake the sleep from his eyes. As soon as his hands pulled away from his eyes, he stared past her into the hallway. His brows furrowed, as he looked at her suitcases to her, then back to the suitcases.

"Ya goin' somewhere, lass?" He asked, causing her to inwardly flinch. How was she going to tell him? How was she going to do this without him freaking out. "Yeah," she finally answered, her voice low and strained. "Yeah, hun. I'm going up to Florida for awhile..." Her voiced trailed off into a murmur, causing Chibs to stiffen slightly, as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Ah. A'right," He grunted, as he looked down at her. "So when ya comin' back? Prospects gotta fight next week, an ah know he'll be itchin ta have ya see him go at those Mayan bastards!" He had on a lopsided grin, as Meara gave a Small smile. "I'm sorry I'll have to miss it."

At this, Chibs grin turned to a concerned frown. "Yer gonna be gone longer than a week, then?" Meara was feeling exhausted and sad. This was getting drawn out longer than she had planned. Pulling out some courage she had stored away, she shook her head. "Chibs.. I-I don't know how long I'll be gone... Or if I'll be coming back." Her voice was shaking, as she pulled at a small ring with shamrock on her finger before pulling it off.

Grabbing his hand, she placed his small, comical, gift into his hand. "I... I need to get away from Charming. Clear my head." Releasing his hand, Meara stepped back from the taller, Irish, male, crossing her arms lightly over her chest.

Chibs stared down at the ring, a confused, almost angry, look on his face. He was quit, and that scared her. She had expected him to yell or throw a tantrum. Him being so quiet was even worse. Clutching the ring tightly in his hand, he gave a sigh, as he stuffed it into his pocket. "Why?" His voice was so low she had almost missed his question.

'Because of us. Because I-I'm a coward. I don't deserve you! I'm afraid of this relationship we've began to form!' Their were so many things she wanted to tell him. But none seemed right or appropriate. "Because of me, Chibs. I-I'm not right right now, and I need to get away," She rubbed her neck, looking away from him. "I need to think about things that I can't think about while I'm here."

'While I'm near you.' Her inner voice chimed at the end, causing her heart to clinch sadly. Turning away, Meara walked to the door. "Maybe I'll come back. But... But for now I gotta go." Walking to her stuff, she hefted up her bags. She was struggling to pick up the last one, when Chibs stepped forward, and picked it up for her, before handing it to her.

Meara gave him a questioning look, as she slipped the strap of the last bag over her shoulder. She froze as he reached out and cubbed her face with his large, rough, yet gentle, hands. He tilted her head up and leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. She felt his hands pull away from her face, as he slipped something into her hand.

Meara blinked softly, as she opened her hands to find the Shamrock ring. "Keep it, lass." He gave her a sad smile, as he brushed a strand of her hair out of her face. "Ya best be off before ya miss yer flight." Meara did her best to not cry, as she gave a chocked smile.

"Yeah... I best be off, then." With that, she stepped away from his touch, and began to walk away, not looking back as she felt the tears sting her eyes or to say a true goodbye.

...WAHHHH!!

It's been for-ev-aaa since I did one of these! I know! Sorry! No excuse! I'm just lazy and forgetful sometimes! But I will try ta update sooner next time! Promise!!

This is for you, milissas!! Again, I'm uber sorry this took sooo long! Please forgive!

Meara... Poor thing! I barelt, truly, know the character, and I ADORE her now! She's such a sad character almost, ya know?

T.T

Aaannnyyywaaayy! I babble!

Enjoy and R&R Plz!!