A bit of author disclosure here. First, if you are interested in such things, hunt down "They Did" By Katie Kean. If you choose to believe our Ghost and his Carolyn 'got together', the Kean story is a fun read, but with a level of literary analysis unusual in this part of the fiction world. Normally to get to "They Did!" many other ideas and alternative solutions are needed and have successfully been incorporated by many wonderful writers. For my little fanmoment, I wanted to see how using Kean's world as a background, we could get to the happily ever after defining moment without adding any wild new facts or concepts. All I think it requires is believing they couldn't film or show every moment in our character's lives during a 30 min sitcom in the 1960's, and what happens here was disallowed by the censors of the time. Hope you enjoy. GSC
Clearly distressed in the full moonlight, the lovely blonde widow twisted back and forth in her sleep. Words of 'NO' and 'you can't' kept bubbling up as she slept.
Appearing silently beside her, he looked uneasy and saddened by her distress. Sitting softly on the edge of the bed, he hesitated and finally with an anxious sigh of "Carolyn," he brushed his fingers against her temple. She calmed almost instantly, and then still groggy, looked up at him with sleepy eyes.
With a serious thoughtful look, he continued his gentle touch, "My apologies for appearing in the middle of the night, but you were crying out in your sleep. Are you well?" Closing her eyes, trying to remember, she was unaware that she had instinctually reached out to grasp his hand. "I'm, I, sorry. It was a bad dream and I needed to stop you from leaving. . ." Her green eyes opened wide, as she became aware of his hand in hers. Gripping it even more tightly, she came full awake.
"I must confess," he offered, "this is not the first time you've had this dream, and not the first time you've called out so." His eyes locked on hers as he watched her full awareness focused on their hands. "Each time I heard you, I came and tried to be of assistance, to help you find a sense of peace and rest. In doing so, I came to understand I had the ability to do . . ." he paused and let his fingers trace the edge of her face, she still gripping his other hand.
Stopping to focus, she looked in surprise, and an oddly relieved smile slowly crossed her face. "Does it work the other way?" Holding up their joined hands toward her face, "Evidently," he said happily. "I doubt I would have ever presumed to try, to attempt this during waking hours. But as you slept in such distress, I admit I followed an irresistible impulse. To show you I was here, and not likely now, or ever to leave you. I hope you will forgive me?"
She slowly sat up, and laid her cheek next to his. "Thank you," she said simply, letting her body melt against him. She paused allowing herself to experience the moment, feeling the rough coat, taking in the smell of salt and sea air, barely able to accept that this was real, and not another vivid dream. "Thank you?" he said confused, "for what? For invading your privacy, for watching you sleep like a besotted school boy, for being unable to resist being near you?"
"For loving me," she said softly into his ear. "For that and so much more, I do truly thank you." Leaning back for a moment, he watched the moonlight play across her face. The gentle, romantic, loving expressions between the two said much, but it only took another moment or two before other feelings, thoughts and desires became equally evident. "Loving you? I have not as yet, but?" he said suggestively, raising one eyebrow, seeking her reaction as he cupped her face with his hand.
Without another word, she leaned forward and tenderly, deeply, finally kissed the man she had longed for so long. He wrapped her close as the moonlight faded behind the clouds. Their sighs and whispers, the sounds of their love all gently floated across the air until the morning light appeared with the sunrise.