Some Short Stories... (standard:Creative non-fiction, 35261 words)
Author: The St. John Lady	Added: Nov 24 2010	Views/Reads: 4635/3926	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
After taking a creative writing course, I thought I would add them here. Some are from the actual course, others are ones I have had hanging about for ages.

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in front of me. And as the trip we had planned continued, we travelled 
down the Grand Canal; passing under the famous Rialto Bridge... which 
should never be walked over in crocks or slippy-bottomed shoes! 

The highlight for me was getting lost, which may surprise you; but
totally something I would recommend. Usually getting lost would be 
trouble some and problematic, but then usually you would not get to see 
a hidden gem of Venice; even if only in my eyes! As we came across this 
tiny Church which was nothing like the splendour of St. Mark's, but 
just as beautiful; for inside was a fresco of the Last Supper that 
captivated me... of course it helped that I had been reading The Da 
Vinci Code by Dan Brown earlier! 

But I think the one place that has captivated me the most is of course
New York City, without doubt one of the most amazing Cities in the 
world; it is always going to be a place you will never forget once you 
go there... no matter how hard you try, it will always be in your soul. 


A City of extremes, where you can see such devastation at the site of
Ground Zero to the surprising tranquillity of the top of the Empire 
State Building; a place to forget and remember. To see the names and 
faces of many of the fallen gave me goose bumps, to know of the 
stories; to know that my Aunt had a building closer than anyone of us 
would like to Ground Zero will haunt me forever. 

But then to know of the beauty that surrounds you as you watch the sun
going down over the Manhattan skyline, one of the most famous ones in 
the world; is breathtaking. Nothing could have prepared me for the 
silence and bright twinkling lights around me, the words “wow!” leaving 
my lips many times that trip... 

Big City Lights Don't Bother Me. 

“Spare some change guv'?” He hoarsely asked, not really looking up as
the sea of faceless corporate suites passed by; oblivious to him and 
his plight. No one saw or cared, this dirty dishevelled man could have 
been a father, a husband, a brother, or a son; but none of them cared. 
He was someone though, he had been someone. A father and husband, a 
brother and son. None of those faceless suites saw that, none of them 
cared about where he had come from or how he ended up to be here; 
sleeping rough on the mean streets of London. 

The City light shone brightly and these streets were paved with gold, or
so they say. All he saw now was what it had taken from him, what it had 
turned him into. Those big City lights that once held promise and hope, 
now held fear and uncertainty; it was most defiantly not a happy place 
for him. 

“Here...” Said the deep but kind voice from above, as he felt the bag
land into his lap. “Thank you.” He replied, puzzled and perplexed not 
just by the bag; but who had thrown it. “No problem, I was like you...” 
The stranger answered, turning to leave; hoping his gift would help. 
Inside the bag were four, maybe five bundles of tightly bound £20 
notes. Coming from a banking background, he knew exactly how much was 
in the bundles; fifty grand easily. 

As his mind did the mental arithmetic's, he knew someone was looking
down on him; but of course after all he had been through he could not 
understand. “Hey, wait...” He called after the stranger, who smiled 
before turning around. For the first time both were able to study the 
other, taking in all that they saw. 

Tony saw a lot of himself in the person sat before him, Ray saw the man
he used to be before the crash hit. Ray was dirty and grubby; being 
homeless did that for a person. His clothes were close to hanging off 
him, and his shoes had worn right down to nothing; it was true he was 
not a nice sight anymore. Tony on the other hand was dressed 
immaculately in his 3-piece suit, umbrella and briefcase only adding to 
the image of a banker or lawyer; Ray thought. 

Tony was clean-shaven and smartly turned out, the dark navy pinstripes a
clear sign that this was a man with somewhere to go; indeed he was 
someone. Ray on the other hand, had nowhere to go and no real reason 
anymore to be someone. But still Tony knew that this man could be 
someone once more, after all; that was how he had been. 

“I don't know what to say...” Ray began, stuttering and stammering
slightly. “I used to be a banker before the crisis hit, lost everything 
thanks to it...” Ray went on; aware he could never repay Tony's 
kindness. “Don't worry about it, now you can be something again...” 
Tony smiled, nodding his head before turning to leave. “Give her a 
call, she'll be worried...” He added, smiling at the fact he knew this 
time would be different. 

Doris and Iris. 

Doris and Iris must have been coming to this same spot for the past
thirty years. Neither had known each other before, but both had much in 
common; although neither would find out until much later. Both had 
spent many a day seeing the other grow and develop. 

“Of course it was all different in our day...” Iris said, looking at the
punch of pink roses in their soft green tissue paper. “I know dear, the 
youngsters would have had more respect...” Doris replied thoughtfully, 
trying to hide the smirk on her lips from forming. 

“In our day kids would have got married before they had children...”
Doris continued, not realising the irony in her words. “I know, Fred 
used to say much the same thing...” Iris added, pausing so that Doris 
could finally grasp what she had said. 

As the cogs whirred and it all finally fell into place, Doris could not
help but blush as she thought of all the years; fifty to be exact; that 
she had spent with Fred. “Ahh, who would have thought it hey...” Doris 
finally felt able to say, allowing a small smile to escape as they both 
studied the headstone in front of them. 

For a long moment both women paused to take in their surroundings,
sitting on the same well-worn wooden park bench neither woman felt the 
need for any more words. The sun was beginning to peak through the dark 
clouds that had been present for the best part of the morning, it may 
have been spring but it certainly did not feel like it; more like 
winter. 

The grass was covered in a fine film of dew, giving their surroundings a
somewhat fitting look. The grave both women sat by was clearly well 
cared for, both Doris and Iris had spent days clearing and cleaning the 
plain looking marble. As was their way, both Doris and Iris had their 
own thoughts and memories of Fred; both kept their thoughts to 
themselves – it was like their own little ritual that neither wanted to 
break. 

Both women sighed deeply, realising that this could very well be their
last day here. Of course, neither would admit it to themselves let 
alone each other. “Until next time Fred...” Iris began, as she slowly 
got to her feet; after all these years the aches and pains caught up 
with her some days. “Bye Fred, until next week...” Doris said as she 
too slowly rose, her own arthritis was getting worse; she did not know 
how much longer she could manage this trip. 

“Until next week Doris...” “See you next week Iris...” 

Unknown Title. 

The cold biting wind swirled around my face, it was little surprise as
this time of year was always cold; but each year seemed to be getting 
colder and colder. Having said that, it was clearly nothing in 
comparison to what those brave men and women went through; they clearly 
had it tough. 

Each year was the same every since I first joined St. John, each year I
would gladly; willingly give up one of my Sunday mornings in early 
November to pay my respect, my homage to the fallen. And I was not the 
only "young 'un" who did this, many of my friends and colleagues felt 
the same; this was not just part of "our duty..." we believed this was 
our way to show the proper respect and thanks to those heroes. 

Of course mixed in with us "young 'uns" was the smattering of our older
members many of whom had been directly involved with WWII, but then 
with such an major moment in time and history it was hard to find 
someone that had NOT been affected by such a cataclysmic event. Yes it 
was true, even the Great War to end all wars did not stop this from 
happening again. 

My Mum always said that we never learned from our past mistakes, and she
was right; it was history repeating itself. All those lives lost in the 
first world war taught us nothing, we went and did it again; and again; 
and again... Would we ever learn? 

But our brave fighting men and women will tell you that it is their job
and they are there to serve, to protect our lands. And while it is 
true, it still should not detract from the fact all those souls were 
lost. No matter how much I tried I could not get away from the fact, 
young men (and women) were dying for me and my freedom. 

Men younger than me, men that had lied about their ages to willingly
join up and volunteer to serve their Country. The courage and sacrifice 
those brave heroes showed should never be forgotten, each and every one 
of us owe those men (and women) such a huge debt of gratitude. When 
asked why I bother standing in the freezing cold on a Sunday in 
November, I simply reply: 

For our today, they gave their tomorrow. 

Only a Kid. 

“It doesn't have to be from your childhood...” Jade said, “It's still a
toughie...” I thought to myself. 

I either find I have too many memories or not enough. 

And let's face it, not all of them are good ones! This course is indeed
great therapy for me, but is in danger of becoming an “emotional trip.” 
The last thing I want is to bring everyone else down with my “black 
cloud” moments, I am always too aware that I do that now. 

Anyways, back to the plot; my childhood was alright I guess... apart
from the being forced to eat brussles thingy. My school days were not 
the best in the world; but I guess bullying does that for you really. 

My teen age years were spent in and out of jobs, and it is fair to say I
was not a “normal young ‘un” was an understatement. No late nights out 
getting drunk and unruly, no trouble brought to my families door. No 
police phone calls asking for bail or help, no getting stoned out of my 
brain for me; no string of little kids following me around and calling 
me Mummy... yes people I was indeed that good girl. 

Though I can assure you all I was not perfect, but then that would not
surprise you really. 

I have been the cause of most of my parents grey hairs, and probably the
cause of their bad health too... well; so they tell me anyway. 

How on earth I managed to stay alive, let alone safe is beyond me. I was
(and always have been) a friendly person, I would (and still do) talk 
to anyone. So how I managed to not be abducted is a miracle, though 
some days I know my folks wish I had been ~ I am a nightmare! 

I was not really bad, more a pain in the butt. I have one of those “can
drop it” natures; I just have to have the last word in an argument. 
Though I rarely argue with friends, it is always my folks; I know that 
bothers them a lot. 

Anyways, my 20's were spent much the same as my teens, though now I
began to go out more; maybe I am getting my life the wrong way round? 

The more others in the group talked, the more I was able to remember
bits about my childhood and growing up... things I had forgotten, maybe 
that is a sign I am getting old? 

I remember fondly the little blue and white trike that stayed at my
Granddad's in Earl Street, he lived just down the road from the shoe 
factory that is now the Charles Bradlaugh pub. I was always told to 
never go father than the factory and the corner of Robert Street, and 
as a good girl I never did. 

Taking a slight tangent here, I can remember that every time I walked
past the factory I would shout “hello” through the open window; always 
being greeted by a hearty “hello” back. It was always the same bloke 
that shouted back; or seemed to be anyways. It also seemed a different 
age when people would not ignore their neighbours, when there was a 
sense of community and people were not afraid of speaking to 
youngsters. 

I heard Richard speak of television programmes, some even I had heard
of; but it also allowed me to remember those classics (well they were 
to me) that I loved and enjoyed. 

Oh the times I sat with Mum during lunch watching Bagpuss, Dangermouse,
(a favourite of Mum's) Count Duckula, (Mum does a cracking impression 
of Nanny) Button Moon, and many others... Of course we cannot let this 
go without mentioning Newsround or indeed Blue Peter; how I wish I had 
a Blue Peter badge, almost worth trading in my Service Medal from St. 
John for one of them! 

As I think about it now, there are so many memories that it would take
me forever to write them all down. 

But maybe that is the point in a way isn't it? A reminder of days gone
by, when everything just seemed easier and better. Mind you though, it 
may have something to do with the fact I was only a kid. 

Robbie and Scamp. 

He could not explain it but he wanted to cry, his tears already close to
falling. 

“Come on Scamp, lets go...” He said to the little scruffy ball of fluff,
the beige hairy mongrel looked up to his young master; cocking his head 
slightly as if he understood every word little Robert said. 

Sniffing hard and wiping his eyes coarsely, Robert took his woolly black
scarf and placed it around his neck as he took one last look around the 
room he was standing in. 

Normally he would be rushing through the kitchen on his way to his room
after school of out the backdoor to go play with Scamp or his friends, 
but not today; today was different. 

For the most part he was like most normal eight year olds, but he had
seen more than any young kid should see; many times his only escape was 
his imagination and Scamp his faithful companion. 

The room was warm, he knew it was going to be cold outside; he could not
help but wish he had eaten earlier. Looking around the room, Robert 
took more notice than ever of the room he had always seemed to take for 
granted. 

The cabinets and cupboards were all pine; the white goods were just
that, white. No black, silver or red refrigerators here. The net 
curtains were whiter than white, a clear sign that his Mother was 
always house proud. The kitchen table with its beautiful clean cloth 
was unusually round, the chairs sturdy enough to climb upon; smiling 
Robert remembered the many times he had tested that theory. 

Sighing deeply Robert knew that life was full of “ifs” and “buts,” there
was nothing more that he could do. Filling his knapsack with as much 
food as he could for himself and Scamp, Robert took one last look as he 
pulled on his thick scruffy old grey duffle coat; taking Scamps lead he 
placed it around his faithful companions neck. 

As they both left, Robert could not help but allow his tears to fall;
sobbing uncontrollably until they had to stop. He had no idea where 
they were until he heard the hum of the motorcars passing by; looking 
out over the dual carriageway, both must have looked a right state. It 
had started to rain heavily as soon as they had both left home, and it 
did not look like it was about to give up either. 

“They never cared about us Scamp; it was for the best we left...” Robert
said, hoping to convince Scamp; but knowing it was himself he needed to 
convince. Tears still threatened to fall, both had left the only home 
either had every known; goodness only knows who would have them now. 

Now completely drenched though to the bone, both stood looking
hopelessly out towards the dual carriageway. “Well, we are on our own 
now Scamp...” Robert said, trying to make matters sound more positive 
than they were. 

As the car drew up, Robert's mind was filled with the stark warnings
from his dear Mother; gripping the lead tightly in his little cold hand 
as the window was wound down. 

“Get in the car wee Robbie...” The kindly female voice said, unlocking
the passenger side door. “You pair will catch your death of cold...” 
She continued, looking first to one and then the other. “Aww Mum...” 
Robert began to protest, but Scamp just jumped into the passenger seat 
first before jumping onto the back seat. 

Sighing deeply Robert followed suit, unable to express his relief but
knowing it was part of the recovery. 

Tony Leaves it Alone. 

For more years than he cared to remember this was something he had
wanted, as daft as it may sound; and as wrong as it may be ~ this is 
where he wanted to be. He knew most people would not understand his 
feelings for this beautiful little girl, especially seeing as he was 
not her father. But he did feel something for her, he did love this 
girl like a real father; better than her own did certainly. Yes Tony 
might not be her real father, but he treated as such; and maybe this 
was the problem. 

When he had first met her Mother sparks had flown, but not in a good
way. Both hated each other at first, neither trusting the other. And 
then late one night, after one longer than normal meeting; Tony took 
Mel (her Mother) home. He was not prepared to meet Meggie, nor was he 
prepared for the overwhelming rush of emotions he felt. 

To say he had never been paternal was an understatement; he had the
reputation he had for a reason! But nothing could have readied him for 
what he felt as he was introduced to Meggie, as soon as their eyes 
locked both knew that theirs was a special bond that nobody would ever 
break. Very quickly Tony found himself sat upon the floor in the middle 
of a game of dress up, being quickly captivated by Meggie's beautiful 
brown eyes. 

From that moment onwards both had become inseparable, often being found
in each other's company. Every birthday, every Christmas, every 
holiday; he was always there with her to celebrate in her joy. And when 
she had heartaches he was also there, always the father figure; always 
ready with a warm hug and soothing word for little Meggie. In turn, she 
gave him a reason to get up in the morning. For far too long he had 
been resigned to the fact he would always be alone, never to have the 
family he now clearly desired; but now those days seemed to be in the 
past, that's why he never saw that day coming. 

It was a cold November day just like any other, after being suspended
Tony had found himself many jobs that needed doing. Of course much of 
this was to keep his mind busy, not willing to allow himself the time 
to think of how he had been treated. But in truth it was all he wanted 
to think about, all that occupied his mind as he watched Meggie playing 
on the swing in his backyard. 

“They'll see that they are wrong, you'll be cleared...” Mel began,
realising that her friend needed all the positive vibes he could get. 
“They'll just take what she said and hang me for it...” Tony replied, 
his voice distant as he sighed deeply. Weakly pushing the leaves that 
had freshly fallen on the ground, Tony really felt like his life was 
over; losing his job was one thing but losing her and Meggie was 
another. 

“But you are innocent Tony!” Mel exclaimed, wanting the man she had
grown to love to fight back. “It won't matter will it, they want my 
head on a plate; I am done...” He snapped back, not meaning to; after 
all she had been the rock to which he had clung over the past few 
months. “Then make it matter...” Mel sighed, she had become tired of 
always being the one to try work for this; she wanted ~ needed him to 
take the lead this once. 

“Uncle Tony, come and play...” Her voice was full of an innocence that
he could never fail to find infectious, and now more than ever he 
needed her; in truth he needed them both. “In a minute sweetheart, I 
have to clear the leaves up...” Tony softly answers; with a smile that 
he knew would never reach his lips. “If not for me Tony, for that 
little girl...” Mel whispered into his ear, softly stroking his back as 
she tried to make him see things clearly. “We need you around...” She 
added, smiling softly as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her 
ear. 

Finally Tony realised what he should have seen clearly from day one, he
would never be alone while Meggie was in his life. Smiling towards Mel, 
he also saw the love in her brown eyes shining through. Nodding 
slightly, Tony turned his attention back to the now fully swept yard; 
looking to the pile of leaves he had just finished sweeping. 

“Now Uncle Tony?” He heard her voice calling him, but was too slow to
stop her; not that he really minded in truth. Moments later he saw all 
his hard work going to the dogs as Meggie almost threw herself into the 
waiting pile of leaves right in front of him, giggling with laughter as 
she did so. Quickly Mel was joining her daughter in the pile of leaves, 
laughing and smiling to Tony; who to be fair just stood there looking 
at the mess they were creating. 

Sighing deeply he felt he had no choice, dropping the brush to the
ground; Tony threw himself into the middle of the pile and joined in 
the fun. This would not be the last time he would be distracted, and 
each time he would swear it would never happen again; of course it 
always would. 

The Clock. 

“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...” That is all he heard, that was all
that went through his mind as he sat waiting. 

For such an active man this waiting was agony, by nature he had always
had an active life. He was so full of life, something that would often 
resemble Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. 

But here he sat in the Doctors waiting room, worrying about the news he
was dreading. He had already convinced himself that it was bad, already 
resigned himself to the fact this fabulous journey of his was about to 
be over. He felt like this was his judgement day, he had been far too 
lucky in not only his career; but also his life. 

At nearly 50 years old his footballing career should have been over by
the age of 35, 37 at the latest. But he of course had been overly 
lucky, one of the greats they say; but right now he felt anything but 
great. He felt old, and past it. Worried that his playing days would be 
over, but also worried that he would never find anything else to fill 
his time. 

His mind was racing, had been since he walked into the waiting room.
Everything in his life came to this moment, to this time; it was make 
or break... 

“Mr. Matthews?” The Doctor called, not really looking up; but clearly
aware of whose notes he had in front of him. Sighing deeply, Stanley 
got up slowly; trying to not show signs of age and headed into the 
Doctors room. 

“Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...” 

She Was a Showgirl. 

Downtown New York City in the 1950's, some broad is sitting in some
backstreet gin joint; with an air of mystery about her. She wore a 
yellow feather in her hair and a low cut dress, man it was right up to 
her... well, you get the picture anyway. Of course anyone could tell 
that she was a showgirl, the garish make up a dead giveaway. To most 
people this would sound like a tragic love story, to us hard New 
Yorkers it is more a way of life; having seen it all. But allow me to 
tell you of a time when good guys didn't always win, bad guys got away 
with it; and the girl never got her happy ending... 

Her name was Lola; she was a showgirl with yellow feathers in her hair,
and her dress cut down to there. Her life was not an easy one, working 
8 in the evening until 4 in the morning. The pay wasn't that great, and 
believe me when I tell you she had a lot of crap to deal with. But then 
there was Tony, a young and handsome bar tender who took a shine to 
Lola the very first moment they met; it was clear for all to see that 
they were young and they had each other ~ well, who could ask for more. 


Well, one night as Tony tended the bar and Lola dance this guy; Rico
walked in. now Rico was bad news, local mobster and one guy you 
certainly did not want to get on the wrong side of. You could tell he 
was someone from the diamond ring he wore to the smartest of suits he 
also had on, this dude was somebody; and what he wanted he always got. 

But Lola wanted Tony, and Tony wanted Lola; pity nobody told Rico that.
He saw Lola dancing, and wanted her; calling her over after she had 
finished dancing. With Tony keeping a watchful eye over Lola, you'd 
think everything would end for the best ~ but of course that's not how 
it happened. Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar. 
Punches flew, chairs were smashed in two; the whole works came out that 
night. Sadly there was blood in a single gun shot, but no one ever knew 
just who shot who... 

Well, as you can imagine all that music and passion; the finding and
loosing her love, all did something to Lola. Affecting her deeply, 
scaring her for life. As I said before, good guys don't always win, bad 
guys often get away with it; and the girl doesn't always get her happy 
ever after... 

But her name is Lola, she was a showgirl; but that was thirty years ago
when they used to have a show. Now it's a disco, but not for Lola. 
Still in that dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair. 
She'll sit there so refined, drinking herself half blind. All she 
thinks about is loosing her youth and her Tony, but now she's lost her 
mind too. 

That's the Copa for you, the Copacabana; don't fall in love! 

I Want... 

I want a man that sparkles! Not the vampire kind, But the kind who
sparkle when you see them. 

What we old-fashioned ladies call Having a “glint” or “twinkle” in their
eye. The kind that makes you go weak at the knees. Or the kind that 
send you all “girly.” 

The type of guy that gives you butterflies, Deep down inside. The kind
that give you goose pimples when they smile at you. The one that makes 
YOU sparkle! 

Now that is the kind of man I want... 

Untitled Rage. Caged Fury. Painful Hurt. 

I am hurt. I am angry. I am lost and I am lonely. I want help finding my
way. Need help finding my way! 

Here I sit this nice, kind, caring person. With heart of gold and
friendly nature. I give all to everyone, and rarely get anything back. 
But still I don't mind, still I give all that I have. No ulterior 
motives, no underlying reasons. Just because... 

But now the hurt and pain are rife. Now my heart is dying inside. I am
filled with a rage and anger I have never felt before. Ready to explode 
with a violent fury. The likes of which I have never seen or felt 
before. How did this happen and when did it change? Is this really me 
and how my life has changed? 

I feel wounded now and want to cry. I long for the time when my tears no
longer fall. I long for the day when I don't wake up wishing I were 
dead. Oh how I long for that day; and the day when I don't have to 
fight. My emotions are no longer my own. Were they ever mine in the 
first place? 

One moment I can be up; happy and glad. The next I am down; angry and
sad. Will I ever be free, will the pain ever stop? How can I fix these 
feelings inside of me? Will it really take my death for them to see; 
That all I ever need to be was me? 

Just Like That... 

His cold piercing blue eyes are what I first noticed; as soon as the
lift doors closed I felt the chill in the air. For some unknown reason 
I could just tell that something was wrong, it was as if his most 
famous (or should that be infamous?) character was coming to life right 
in front of me. He was no longer Sir Anthony Hopkins, he was Hannibal 
Lecter; and he was in the same lift as me... and we were alone! 

As soon as I felt the lift jolt and judder to a sudden stop, the lump
formed in the back of my throat. Turning towards me there is a look of 
emotionless coldness in his eyes as he slowly stalked towards me, I 
felt the chill running down my spine. Here was one of the scariest men 
you could ever wish to meet, and he was stood in front of me; looking 
about as intimidating as he was making me feel. 

I cannot help be intimidated not just by his presence but also the fact
that I was in a broken down stationary lift with a man that could, 
quite literally eat me alive! The fear and panic had already set in by 
the time he had moved closer still, leaning upon the side of the lift; 
trapping me in the corner. Swallowing hard trying to rid myself of the 
lump in my throat, I can already feel myself shrinking into myself; I 
can just tell that the end is neigh for me. Sensing this, his years of 
acting and life told him as much; this was the moment everything 
changed. 

His cold eyes quickly became the softest bright blue eyes, and there was
this shyness that I was not expecting too. His smile is light and I can 
see the softness shine through, as I smile back I cannot help but feel 
this girly flutter deep inside of me. Moving slightly he leans closer 
still to me, the words not needed yet. Even though we had not spoken 
yet, neither of us felt the need to; the atmosphere between us seemed 
to be relaxed and comfortable. The mood was light; the feeling around 
us seemed to just feel right, surely this was one of them moments? 

You know the ones, those moments that you read about in books and saw in
movies. The moments where the handsome hero sweeps his leading lady off 
of her feet and they ride off into the sunset, of course this was not 
going to be the case for me; it never was! But there was something 
about this moment, something that I just could not explain or put my 
finger upon. 

Within an instant his hands assumed the position, his shoulders slightly
hunched upwards. Before I had the chance to say anything or even 
question him, he spoke. 

“On the other hand...” He began, his soft Welsh accent showing through
as he did the voice I could easily place. “I have different fingers...” 
He continued, holding his hand up, chuckling in the same way as the man 
who was clearly his idol would have done. Looking up through his 
eyelashes with his blue eyes, the smile in them obvious. 

As he laughed the same laugh his idol would, it not only made me smile
and chuckle too; but also broke the ice between us. Which of course 
helped the fact that we were trapped in this lift together, as the 
comfortable silence was threatening to return he continued with the 
jokes. 

“Here's a little trick I picked up...” He said as he held out his hands,
as if he was about to actually show me a trick. “Dunno who dropped it 
though!” His words resonating throughout the lift, the laughter quickly 
following. As he moved even closer still, he was within touching 
distance; his arm softly but barely brushing against my own. At that 
the lift shuddered to and jolted back to life, he looked me deep in the 
eyes; as if he was searching my soul for a sign. Before he had the 
chance to say anything, as the lift began to move I smile and reply; 

“Just like that...” 

Blindfolds at the Ready... 

Hard to say what I feel as I slip the blindfold on and await
instruction, my mind is always racing; filled with everything from Mr. 
Sparkles to my complicated life. “Write what comes to mind...” is the 
first instruction, we are also given the choice to either just go for 
what came into our heads or using an object Jade gave us... I of course 
chose the object. 

I can tell you though I felt silly sitting in a room full of people with
a blindfold on, even though everyone (but the tutor) had one on too! 
The blindfold usually being reserved for “those” meetings!! However, 
the less said about them the better!!! 

It smells musty and old, like it has been around forever. It feels cold
and wooden, sturdy but also at the same time brittle. It feels about 
twelve inches long, by touch alone I could tell what it was; a fan of 
course. 

However, without my eyes; I cannot see the colour of the actual fan or
indeed the picture adorned upon its wafer thin paper. I can only 
imagine what it shows, is it like my own with the Spanish theme; or is 
it something oriental? 

I imagine it has something pretty on the front, a scene or animals; all
highly coloured and detailed. In my eyes the fan is an item you use for 
the memories it brings you, not to actually keep cool. Maybe that is 
the idea with many of the things (or “junk” as my folks like to call 
it) I keep; they are reminders of my past; what was and what could have 
been? 

Fill Your Paper with the Breathings of Your Heart... 

A hat box with red roses on that is beige and pink in colour; somehow it
just seems to match and go together ~ bit like me really I guess... 

The box itself makes me think of my Mum and how much she'd love the
chance to use this; and of course the beautiful hat which surely was 
inside at some point, now of course it is just a box... 

But that isn't strictly true, is has become something more than just an
"empty box." It has been filled with all manner of things; each has its 
own story to it, each a reminder of a past I shall never forget. 

There is a thimble that leads me to my Aunt in New Zealand, Sandra. She
loves collecting them, and has loads. Her son is getting married next 
year; (2011) gosh how we would all like to be there to see that. I am 
sure my folks will manage to go, as to me? Well, who knows! 

There are, of course the obvious pictures of faces from my past (and my
present) and the newspaper clippings I just cannot part with, things 
that remind me of happier times; and some sad ones too... still now, it 
hurts to see the clippings about his funeral; losing Mr. Northampton 
has scared me deeply. 

There are train tickets from those lovely days spent in London with that
guy who shall remain nameless; which is a rather long name by the way! 
Now all I need to go with said train tickets are those tickets for them 
shows he kept promising me we'd go see! 

There's a little stick on furry penguin, a reminder of those Raflatac
stickers my folks used to use at their previous company; a penguin was 
the logo... made a great talking point. Especially when I was able to 
use them on that little enterprise I had going on, what was it called 
now? Oh yeah; SMART Merchandise... Gosh how daft? But the idea was 
good, paper/stationary packs and smelly packs... 

A gift box; well, basket of toiletries ~ all wrapped and presented with
a Raflatac sticker on the top. And the paper packs were cool, even if I 
do say so myself... but they were nothing compared to the paperweights! 
Now they WERE class!! I must get round to doing some more of them!!! 

The fan that reminds me of my travels to Spain, certainly a much more
carefree time. The black sand a reminder of the time in one of the 
Islands, the pebble from a beach somewhere in Portugal; the small tile 
from my time in Italy... gosh, so many memories, I just could not fit 
them all in! 

There is that Danish flag, to remind me of what I lost and my time in
wonderful Denmark, an old badge in silver from St. John Ambulance; when 
we still had the zoo on there!! Dang, I even had that silly mic cover 
from the council chamber in here; best not tell Paul about that one! 

Of course my little Knight makes it into my box, how could he not? Maybe
it is purely the St. John thing, or maybe it is that I wish I had a 
Knight in shining armour; but he has to be there! 

And the last thing to go in there will be a bit of string with a noose
on the end of it... Of course I know what it means, and what it could 
tell anyone that looks at the contents on my "Keep Sake Box." But I 
need to keep it in here, I need to have that reminder; so I will never 
forget nearly losing everything... 

After all; until we know where we've been how can we know where we are
going? 

Airplanes. 

There is this dream I have about you; maybe I could use a wish right
now! We had spent the day together in London, shopping; talking and 
enjoying each others company. We would then have the same wonderful 
time in our little club, and as was usual; dinner afterwards. 

But instead of leaving each other at the end of our evening together,
you would take me back to yours for the night; asking me to stay with 
you. Of course I would say yes, but of course I would feel nervous; 
something I had wanted for so long that I could now feel and actually 
experience. 

I would climb into bed and snuggle down beside you, enjoying the feeling
of lying next to you; of just being there with you. We wouldn't need to 
talk much, you never seem that talkative anyway; but just to know I was 
there with you would mean everything to me. 

And the best part of the dream? Unlike every other time, you would still
be there next morning when I woke up! Your arms would still be around 
me and I would be able to know that once (just once) today was going to 
be a good day! 

No More Santa? 

Waking up this morning to that text message was not exactly the best
start to the morning. To find that Mr. Northampton had left us was 
agony. 

There are a million and one things I would like to say, I would tell
everyone what a total gent you were. Or how you always could make me 
blush whenever you told anyone that would listen how nice I was! 

I would tell them how you could always be counted upon, and how you had
so many stories to tell. I will never forget the one about the 
snakebite and the first aider... only glad that was not me! 

What will the town do for a Santa now? M&S will be lost without you, so
will the Cobblers! Every match will be empty now, no cheerful greeting 
at the top of the stairs for me to look forward to. 

What will Thomas do for his Fat Controller now? I would have loved to
take my little Goddaughter to see you, she would have had a blast... 
you too I am sure. 

If I had one last chance to say goodbye, I would make it last forever.
If I had the chance to see you at the top of the stairs at the 
Cobblers, I would hug you forever. I would make ever second count, 
knowing that those moments would have to last me forever. 

I am glad I got to give you your birthday card and gift, I am thankful I
got to speak to you before you left us. 

With regret, the proudest day of my life will never be the same again;
purely because you will not be there to celebrate with me. On Wed 24th 
June 2009 I shall be in St. Peter's Church to receive my long service 
medal with St. John, it will be the day I have looked forward to since 
I first joined St. John. My heart will be breaking as I am presented 
with it, I know you will be looking down on me with pride; but it still 
will not change the fact I wish you were there with me. 

Thank you for always being there, for being the perfect gent and for
being my Knight in shining armour. My town has just lost one of its 
legends... 

Tommy's Goodbye. 

As I heard the news my heart broke, I know it sounds daft; especially
seeing as we hardly knew each other... but you were, are a legend to 
this club and indeed town. 

They called you “Flash” because you were quick on the wing, thank
goodness your were; as you quickly winged your way into our hearts! 

How I took great delight in telling my friend who you were at that old
boy reunion, he was meant to know it all too! You never forgot me, 
always had a smile for me and genuinely seemed to like the fact I was a 
fan... like I could have been anything else!! 

I still cherish the book you signed; it holds pride of place in my book
case & always will. Oh and the times I've shouted at our present day 
‘wingers' to “get a move on!” or how I wished they had been like you!!! 
You would have sorted some of them opposition full backs out, I'm sure. 


I wish you were still here, I wish I had the chance to say hello one
last time; one last time to ask how you were or to see you smiling 
towards me. 

I wish I could say thank you one last time for all you did for the club,
you are one of an elite few who will always have a special place in not 
only the club but also Northampton as a town. 

So, from this very humble and very grateful St. John lady to the
legendry Tommy “Flash” Fowler; thank you. For all that you were, for 
all that you did for the club... but more importantly thank you; for 
being my friend. 

You will NEVER be forgotten! 

A Part of Me. 

Suddenly I saw you standing there You were all I ever needed in a man
Your eyes were looking straight at me And I felt like I have never felt 
before. 

You are in my heart That's where you'll always be For the rest of our
lives You'll always be a part of me. 

I remember how we used to talk I remember how you made me laugh I was
once so close to holding you But now it all seems so far away. 

You are in my heart That's where you'll always be For the rest of our
lives You'll always be a part of me. 

But now it's all so different And now I feel the cold I never feel the
warmth That you used to show to me. 

You are in my heart That's where you'll always be For the rest of our
lives You'll always be a part of me. 

Will I ever feel that warmth you used to show to me Because I really
need to know Do you remember how we used to be Because I do remember 
every night of my life When I'm alone in my room. 

You are in my heart That's where you'll always be For the rest of our
lives You'll always be a part of me. 

You are always in my dreams. 

Where Have You Gone? 

Hey there pretty angel where have you gone. You with your good heart and
soft tender touch. You with your sad blue eyes. Where have you gone? 

Here I am just sittin' here thinking. Thinking about your love and how I
miss you so. How you showed me true love and how to love again. I miss 
you so; miss your smile; your face; your heart. 

Oh my love come back to me. Oh my dear sweet angel know I miss you so;
Know that my heart is yours. For now and always my heart belongs to 
you. 

With me in my world and you in yours; Know that I will always love you;
And that my heart belongs to you. My heart and soul will always be 
yours. 

Know this much my dear sweet angel; Whatever may part us, Whatever may
come between us; Wherever you may go; I belong to you. Hey pretty 
angel, where have you gone? 

Love is in the Air. 

(PRESENT DAY) Lying in his arms there was a million and one thoughts
running through Sarah's mind, while he caressed her softly his mind was 
full of fear worry and regret. What if she doesn't want me? What if I'm 
not enough? What if she regrets it? Was all he could think as he tried 
to slow his heartbeat and sooth his fears, hoping she didn't regret it 
and that she'd want to stay. 

The silence began to get unbearable but neither seemed willing to break
it, so as they lay there both let their minds drift back to when they 
were just friends still. Turning slightly so her back was leant against 
his chest Alex boldly pulled her into his embrace, thankful that she 
didn't pull away from him Alex closed his eyes and began to think of 
how the two had first met. 

Hearing him sigh deeply she too laid thinking about how the two had
gotten to this point in their lives, closing her eyes Sarah lay 
listening to the rain fall outside for a few moments before drifting 
off into her dream filled sleep. 

(FLASHBACK) The lowest moment of her life and Sarah felt as though the
whole world had walked out on her, I've lost everything she thought to 
herself as she sat staring at the knife in her hands. The rape, the 
bullying, the attacks, the lovers all flooded Sarah's mind with hurt 
and pain she couldn't bare anymore. 

Wanting the pain to stop and the hurting to be over Sarah ran the cold
blade softly across her wrist, shivering as steel met flesh. It's easy, 
just do it. Sarah thought to herself as she ran the cold steel across 
her wrist a little firmer this time, wincing slightly as she felt it 
almost tear the skin. Sitting in the cold dark alleyway the last attack 
Sarah had suffered had been the final straw, as her attacker had pulled 
the knife on her to do goodness knows only what she had lost it 
completely. 

Grabbing the knife from his hands Sarah's pretty brown eyes were filled
with pain and hurt, and as the tears started to fall all the pent up 
emotions and anger she had been feeling since she was a child came 
flooding out. 

“Come on then you bastard, come and attack me! Hurt me you asshole, come
on!” She yelled as the torrent of abuse came flowing out of her, 
holding the knife in her hands Sarah had the cold sharp blade pointed 
to her neck as she watched the fear in her attackers eyes right before 
he ran for the hills. 

Today was much the same as any other day for Alex, he got up the same
went to work the same and did all the normal things he would do. But 
for the past eighteen months he had done all this on autopilot, since 
losing his wife Penny he had be so devastated by it all it was all he 
could do to survive what life threw at him. Today Alex was due to teach 
a group of consultants how to get the best out of their employees, 
sighing deeply it was just another thing he didn't want to do but knew 
he had no choice but to go. 

Having just about managed to get himself up the rest seemed to be a blur
because the next thing Alex knew he was climbing out of his car and 
getting ready to head off, taking his briefcase from the boot and 
locking his car Alex headed off to make the short journey from the car 
park to the companies offices a few streets away. On any other day this 
journey would take Alex all of three minutes but like he had become 
accustomed too, today took him the long way round. 

He couldn't help himself; he needed to be close to Penny again. Although
his mind was full of the incident and then her accident, Alex could see 
her as clear as day; it was as if she was standing next to him as he 
stood at the entrance to the alleyway. But as his mind cleared he was 
alerted to someone's distress with the faint sobbing he could hear 
close by. 

As he approached Sarah looked up to see this stranger coming at her,
gripping the knife tighter she never realised until it was too late she 
had already tore the skin on her wrist. At first it didn't hurt and she 
never noticed until she saw his eyes travel from her face to her wrist, 
following the strangers eyes she saw the blood and then felt the shock 
and pain overwhelm her. 

“My names Alex, I'm a first aider what's happened?” Sarah just about
heard him say as she could feel herself drifting into unconsciousness, 
as he approached his soft voice seemed to reassure her that she would 
be safe with him and within moments the stranger had begun to tend to 
the wound. Silence surrounded them for a long time as Sarah lay there 
drifting in and out of unconsciousness and trying to sort the mess of 
her life out; as he spoke she looked up into his eyes for the first 
time and quickly became captivated by them. 

“Tell me what happened my love, who made you do this?” His voce was so
soft and reassuring Sarah just knew instantly that this man wouldn't 
hurt her, looking up into his bright blue piercing eyes she took a deep 
breath and began to tell this kind stranger what happened. 

“I was attacked again; some man took my bag and then pulled the knife on
me.” Sarah felt strangely at ease in this man's company and wanted to 
say more but found the words got stuck in her throat. 

“But why do this to yourself sweetheart?” Alex said as he finished
dressing her wound the best he could, wanting to take her in his arms 
and take her pain away Alex felt useless but couldn't stop himself from 
reaching out to her instinctively pulling away at the last moment. 

Holding out his hand to her she cautiously took it and was helped to her
feet lingering for as long as he could Alex held her hand and asked 
again why she'd hurt herself, it was her answer that scared him the 
most and made it almost impossible for him to let go of her hand. 

“Because I wish I was dead, I wanted to kill myself.” As her words left
her mouth it was like all the emotions pain and hurt had been lifted 
slightly, not being able to hold it in any longer she began to weep 
uncontrollably. Not being able to stop himself Alex had taken her into 
his arms and silently begun to weep for her pain, for Penny and for his 
own pain. They two strangers stayed like this for a long time, weeping 
into each others arms not able to stop their grief from showing. 

As their tears began to slowly dry Alex instinctively brought her face
to his and cupped it in his soft hands, smiling the smile of an angel 
he softly spoke. “Do you need to talk my dear?” Nodding she was touched 
at how he tenderly spoke and wiped away her tears softly, pulling away 
and holding his hand out she hesitantly looked for a moment before 
taking it and allowing him to lead her away and back to his warm dry 
car. 

Sitting in the safety of his warm car Sarah was sat in silence, cold and
frightened but she felt strangely calm in this stranger's presence. 
Shaking through the cold Sarah watched as he took the jacket he had on 
off and wrapped it around her shoulders, smiling slightly at him and 
his kindness she felt like she could tell him anything and he would 
listen to her. 

“Do you want to talk my love?” His soft voice was full of kind
compassion; looking round to him Sarah was met by his bright blue eyes 
and felt ready to share everything with someone. Taking a deep breath 
Sarah began to tell this perfect stranger how she came to this point in 
her life, watching how he took her hand in his as she spoke. 

“My life's a mess, I just wish it was over and then the pain would
stop...” As Sarah began to talk she felt like a weight was being lifted 
from her shoulders, and strangely she could feel a change inside of her 
that she couldn't explain. “... and this attack just became too much 
for me to take. I just want it to all be over; I want the pain and 
tears to stop!” As Sarah finished tell her story, the silence was 
deafening, but although she felt sad her tears wouldn't fall. 

Moving his free hand to her face he turned her head to face his and
gently stroked her cheek, sighing he went to speak but found he 
couldn't. He just pulled her gently into his arms and held her closely 
as she felt the waves of emotions hit her, whispering soft reassurances 
into her hair over and over again. From that moment on the two became 
best friends and would never leave each other, silently promising to 
always be there for each other. 

(PRESENT DAY) Not really being able to sleep Sarah sighed deeply and
opened her eyes, realising she was still lying in Alex's arms and still 
in his bed. Feeling his breath upon her neck she could tell he was wide 
awake too, feeling him sigh deeply Sarah shifted her weight slightly 
causing him to wrap his arms around her and speak. 

“Are you ok Sarah?” Was all he could say, feeling the guilt deep down
inside he prayed she was alright. Trying to pretend she was still 
asleep Sarah silently held her breath for as long as she could, before 
she felt Alex's lips softly graze her neck. Shivering Sarah felt things 
inside of her that she never thought she could ever feel, sighing 
deeply she took a deep breath and spoke. 

“I just...” Sarah started, having no real idea of what she was about to
say. 

“I don't know where this leaves us Alex.” Sarah continued after a few
moments to gather her thoughts, leaning into his arms as she tried to 
make sense of it all. Yesterday had all been so different, for them 
both it was true but now she found herself lying in the arms of her 
best friend. Not being able to understand why she didn't feel guilty or 
what was going through here mind, all Sarah was sure of was that she 
may have just lost her best friend; and that scared her more than 
anything. 

“I know Sarah I know, this wasn't exactly planned you know! I wasn't
expecting to end up in bed with you...” Before he had the chance to go 
on Sarah moved and went to get up, grabbing his shirt that lay by her 
side of the bed and putting it on. Getting up and heading for the 
bathroom, Sarah spoke trying to understand what she was feeling. 

“And you think I did? Come on Alex I know I'm the last person you'd want
to end up in bed with, and I can assure you this wasn't something I 
planned either!” As she stood in the bathroom, looking into the mirror 
Sarah couldn't explain where those words had come from. All she knew 
was that deep down somewhere inside of her she not only felt she'd lost 
her best friend but that what had happened was; if only in his mind was 
a huge mistake. 

Splashing water upon her face Sarah stared blankly into the mirror again
and begun to think about her past, in particular how Alex had always 
been there for her during the good times and bad. Whatever she went 
through Sarah always seemed to know that after that day when she met 
Alex she'd never go through it alone again, she had believed that it 
was the same way for him. But now as she thought about last night Sarah 
realised that it may all be over for their friendship, as she may very 
well be looking at fighting alone once more. 

(FLASHBACK) The day had started off like pretty much all the rest over
the past seven years, it had become somewhat of a traditional ritual 
between the pair. Having both been left more than a little broken 
hearted by lovers in their pasts it was always the same for both Sarah 
and Alex on Valentine's Day, loads of people all loved up and rubbing 
salt into their wounds. 

As the two friends sat that first Valentine's night in their local bar
seven years ago, surrounded by lovers wooing each other they both made 
a pact that neither would spend another Valentine's Day alone and nor 
would they feel hurt by those surrounding them. Laughing like children 
and acting like they were already lovers both Sarah and Alex would 
spend that Valentine's Day together enjoying each others company, and 
would continue to do so until that day when it all seemed to change. 

As the two friends met for coffee before they went for lunch everything
was like normal, the mood was light and the laugher deep; neither could 
have known that things would end the way they did. As they sat in the 
restaurant having lunch the atmosphere was geared more towards their 
long standing friendship than anything else, both laughed and joked 
like they never had a care in the world. Even as the two took the short 
journey home neither could have ever known that things would end the 
way they did. 

(PRESENT DAY) Sitting there in silent shock Alex realised that she most
probably regretted last night and wished it hadn't happened, sighing 
deeply he tired to piece together the shattered bits of his life and 
heart as he started to dress realising in all honesty he couldn't and 
didn't want to. All that really went through Alex's mind was that the 
women he loved and cared for more than life itself would never speak to 
him again, thoughts of losing Sarah and her friendship ran through his 
mind and if he was honest it scared the hell out of him. 

All the times she had been there for him when he had needed her, all the
happiness and laughter that he felt and filled his life flooded his 
already overwhelmed thoughts. Thoughts of how wrong and far off the 
mark she was began to enter his mind, she thinks I don't want her made 
him realise the pain he thought he'd taken away was still there. Alex 
sat on the edge of his bed and trying to find the right words to 
explain how he felt, when Mark came in. 

“Dad, I'm off into town is there anything you want?” He'd managed to say
before he saw the state of undress his father was in and the items of 
clothing scattered around the bedroom floor, blushing as soon as he 
realised and quickly made his excuses and left leaving Alex with just 
his thoughts of last night for company. 

(FLASHBACK) As they got back to his Alex fixed them both a drink and the
pair sat down to watch all the old slushy movies they could, laughing 
and mocking them as they watched. Curling up together Sarah couldn't 
stop feeling a little emotional as they watched the end of that great 
classic love story Casablanca, and as she tried to hide her tears she 
felt truly touched as Alex pulled her close and gently caressed her 
back. 

She was touched too at how Alex had to hide his own tears as they
watched City of Angels, as the two friends watched more romantic films 
both felt relaxed and comfortable together. Snuggling into his arms the 
pair watched Ghost Sarah sensed a changed but couldn't place it, Alex 
felt the same changed too but couldn't explain it ether. Watching Sam 
and Molly on the pottery wheel causes a desire deep within both Sarah 
and Alex that neither could deny, burying her head in his chest Sarah 
does all she can to fight these feelings. 

As they watched Sam dance with Molly through Oda Mae Alex almost
instinctively kissed Sarah's forehead, not realising until he'd done it 
or just what it or would unleash in the pair. Feeling a shiver go up 
her spine Sarah lifted her head so her face was level with Alex's, 
smiling the pair were about to talk but both went back to watching the 
film after chickening out. As the film ended and their tears fell both 
Sarah and Alex were inches away from each other, turning to face him 
she was about to speak but as he hushed her lips Alex wiped away her 
tears before going to speak. 

“Sarah...” Alex started to say before he was stopped by Sarah's soft
fingers upon his lips, his piercing blue eyes searching deep into her 
soul through Sarah's deep brown eyes. 

“Hush Alex, don't speak.” Sarah boldly said as she searched his eyes,
looking for the answers she had longed to find. 

“I never got my Valentine's Kiss.” Sarah continued as she playfully
giggled and kissed Alex's cheek, feeling the change she then softly 
laid a light kiss upon his lips while lingering slightly. Within 
seconds the mood had changed and both could not only sense it but also 
feel it, wanting to pull away neither found they could. Finally pulling 
back the two friends sat their in silence, their heartbeats racing and 
emotions reeling. 

Feeling a passionate desire rise within them both that neither could
deny it was Alex that made the first move this time, softly kissing 
Sarah upon the lips with a passion he never knew he had within him 
still. With a desire she didn't think she still had Sarah kissed Alex 
back for all she was worth, and as the passion and desire grew in both 
something just felt right for them both and as they crossed the line of 
no return both knew it was what they wanted. 

Softly caressing her Alex felt that this could never be wrong slowly
kissing his way down Sarah's body, feeling how she reacted to his 
touch. Pulling back Alex went to ask if Sarah was sure, nodding before 
he had the chance he picked her up in his arms and carried off to his 
bedroom. 

(PRESENT DAY) “One Kiss...” Alex half thought and half said, as he heard
the bathroom door open. 

“It was just one kiss!” Alex said a little louder as Sarah came and sat
on the edge of the bed, her back to his trying to make sense of it all. 


“I know Alex... This wasn't something I planned.” Sarah said after a
while of silence between the pair, both wanting to say so much more but 
finding the words got stuck in their throats. 

“I should go Alex...” Sarah started, knowing deep in her heart it was
the last thing she wanted. After all she had been through the only one 
to love her and be there for her was Alex, losing him was the last 
thing she wanted. Losing her was the last thing Alex wanted, she was 
his life and one of the only good things he had left to live for. 

“I don't want you to go Sarah; we need to talk about this still.” Alex
said as he put a hand on her arm to stop her from getting up, still 
trying to work it all out in his own mind. 

“I know we do Alex, I just can't handle losing my best friend because of
a kiss that was just for fun...” Sarah started to say but before she 
could continue Alex had cut her off, almost raising his voice at her. 

“Is that was it was to you Sarah, just a bit of fun? That kiss meant
nothing to you then, is that what you're telling me?” The hurt was 
clearly evident in his voice and as Sarah turned to look in his eyes, 
for the first time Alex's eyes were dark and cold. 

“Alex...” Sarah begun to say, seeing how he just looked through her. As
he rose from the bed Sarah's heart sank, still unsure where this would 
end up. Trying not to let her pain, hurt or tears show Sarah turned 
away and sighed deeply. 

“Oh Alex, is that what you really think of me? You know that isn't me!”
Watching him disappear into the bathroom Sarah could no longer hold her 
tears back, crying into his pillow she felt like she had just lost 
everything again. As Alex splashed water upon his face and looked into 
the mirror he could see his own heartbreaking, walking back into the 
bedroom his eyes focused on Sarah crying upon his bed. Instinctively 
Alex went to her side and reached out to caress her, pulling back for a 
moment she looked into his eyes and watched how quickly they changed. 

“I'm sorry baby; I didn't mean to make you cry. You mean the world to
me, you know that! The last thing I want to do is hurt you, I just 
don't want to lose you.” Alex said as he softly wiped away the tears 
Sarah had let fall, going to speak Sarah shushed his lips and spoke. 

“I don't regret last night Alex; it wasn't just a bit of fun to me! I
just don't to lose my best friend either; I'd be lost without you.” 
Pulling herself up upon her elbows and looking deep in his eyes there 
seemed to be an unasked question hanging in the air, one that both 
needed to answer but one that neither could. 

“So where do we go from here Sarah?” Alex was finally able to say,
searching Sarah's eyes for some sign that she too wanted the same as he 
did. 

“One day at a time?” Was all Sarah could say, as she too searched his
eyes? 

“Baby steps my darling baby steps, I will never hurt you.” Alex said as
he gently pulled Sarah into his arms, holding her there hoping this 
would never be wrong. Pulling back slightly Alex softly kissed Sarah, 
feeling the passion rise deep within them once more she moaned softly 
against his lips. Falling back upon the pillow Alex began to caress 
Sarah slowly again softly kissing his way all over her highly sensitive 
body, a soft moan escaping from her lips as her desire grew. 

“Oh Alex...” Her lips and body grew hungry for his touch and soft
caresses, their passion could no longer be fought. 

“I love you Sarah, you're my life. Stay with me?” Alex finally felt able
to say, as he kissed her softly once more. 

“Oh Alex, I love you too. I will never leave your side, forever Alex
forever.” Sarah managed to breathlessly whisper as his every touch and 
kiss took her breath away, holding him close as their desire and 
passion became stronger; giving her to him once more they both knew 
this was going to be forever. 

So Good They Named it Twice. Disclaimer: Songs are © to Nicky D Sarti
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The Rat Pack owned by Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr and Dean Martin. 

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it -
New York, New York These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray Right 
through the very heart of it - New York, New York... 

Right from the strains of the first few opening bars everyone knew the
song, and everyone knew who sung it... or rather who made it famous. It 
was hard not to know the man they often called The Voice and it was 
hard not to succumb to the sound of his dulcet tones and soft voice; 
especially when you were such a fan of music as I am. Of course I knew 
who he was; he was Ol' Blue Eyes, but of course he died in mid 1998 and 
sad to say I never got the chance to see him perform... that was of 
course until that fateful night when my life and indeed world was 
turned upside down. I am by most people's standards a normal kid with a 
normal life and a very normal upbringing; I guess that is why when what 
happened actually happened it made things even more amazing. Firstly 
let me tell you a little about myself; my name's Gabby and I was born 
in England on the 22nd May 1977; when Ol' Blue Eyes was coming to the 
latter part of his legendry career. I had a normal, if a little boring 
at times childhood and wonderful parents who loved me and would have 
given me the world had I asked them to. Both mine and his lives were 
always going to be so different, not only were we almost a generation 
apart but we also lived in very different worlds. On the one hand he 
lived in the lap of luxury with everything he ever wanted right there 
on tap for him 24/7, while I had parents who strived for everything 
they had; and believe me when I say that was not much! He had such an 
amazing talent and friends the likes of which read like a who's who of 
famous folk, while I had some good friends none of them were famous and 
I certainly had no talent. He was used to having the company of many a 
fine woman, many of whom had looks one could only dream about; while I 
had a rather plain look about me. Not that I could not or did not scrub 
up well, it was more that I would never be able to walk in the same 
shadow as a man such as Frank Sinatra... However much to my surprise 
that day was one I would never forget for as long as I lived. 

Although I can still see everything that happened clearly that day, how
it happened is a little hazier to me. I can remember that I; along with 
my parents had taken a well-earned holiday to the Big Apple, my parents 
second time and my first. I can remember it being exactly like I 
imagined and nothing like I imagined all at the same time, and I can 
clearly remember saying “Wow...” and “I'm in New York!” a heck of a 
lot. It was two or three days into our holiday when we headed to 
Tiffany's, it was somewhere Mum had always dreamt about going and 
somewhere she desperately wanted to buy something from. I must admit 
that when it came to jewellery and that sort of thing I never really 
saw the attraction, but then I had never been to anywhere like 
Tiffany's before! I can remember being struck by not only the sheer 
beauty of the items for sale but also by the sheer class and elegance 
of the actual building, I remember travelling to the top floor and 
being blown away by the brilliance of the diamonds that were in ever 
cabinet I came to. 

And that's when things get a little hazy for me, I think it was a
combinations of me not looking where I was going; not having anything 
to eat since the previous night and the fact I was rushing to try get 
round and view it all. But one minute I was fine and standing up 
straight the next I was feeling faint and falling to the ground, I can 
almost remember falling at the feet of one of the shop assistants 
there, and I think I could hear them asking if I was alright. But as I 
blacked out the one thing that stuck in my mind most was the song 
playing in the background, New York Now York by Frank Sinatra... 

I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps To find I'm king of the
hill, top of the heap These little town blues Are melting away I'll 
make a brand new start of it In old New York If I can make it there 
I'll make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York. 

I must have been out cold and for some time because when I came round I
found myself in a dark place and seemingly alone, but strangely enough 
there was still soft music playing in the background; and if I wasn't 
mistaken it was the last straining bars of New York New York. As I 
tried to adjust to my surroundings I heard a soft sound coming from 
what sounded like the other side of the room, it sounded much like the 
sound of a man clearing his throat. As I tried to focus on the sound 
and my surroundings I heard the man coughed once more only slightly 
louder this time, in my head I knew I should feel fear but in my heart 
none of that came through. 

“Are you ok my dear?” I heard a voice say softly, in my mind I was
trying to understand what was happening so much so that I never 
recognised his voice first time. I had already answered him saying that 
I felt ok just a little weak before his voice came into my mind, it 
sounds just like... I thought to myself as I listened hard in the 
silence for any clues. But then as he lit his cigarette and I saw his 
face in the soft orange glow of the lighter the shock finally set in, 
it can't be? He died ten years ago! Without thinking I blurted out what 
was on my mind, quickly realising that I would probably sound like a 
nut job. 

“You're Frank Sinatra! You're meant to be dead...” He could tell by my
silence that I wish I hadn't said what I had, and I could tell by his 
sly smile that he thought I was a nut. I wanted and felt like I should 
explain, but before I had the chance into the room walked Sammy Davis 
Jr and Dean Martin; leaving me even more confused by what was happening 
to me. Before I had the chance to speak or even think about speaking, 
Frank spoke chuckling slightly as he did so. 

“Hey guys, you'll never guess what this broad thinks...” My blushes
being saved only by Dean telling Frank that they had to go, with the 
worst confusion I had ever felt in my whole life I tried to get my head 
around everything that was happening. 

“Where do you guys have to go?” I asked, trying to and wanting to
explain what I was feeling. 

“I wanted to explain to you that I'm not a nut job, I'm just a little...
confused.” I continued, still trying if I was honest to understand let 
alone explain or find the right words. 

“We are off to do our show, why don't you come with us?” Frank said, I'm
not sure if it was out of pity; interest or some kind of twisted 
pleasure that he invited me but I accepted nevertheless and headed off 
with the “Rat Pack” to the stage area where they were playing. Sitting 
in the front row watching them sing their songs that were still 
legendry in 2008 being sung as if they were being sung for the first 
time, I remember feeling it was all very surreal and that this was 
going to take some explaining; especially when I had no real idea what 
was happening! As I sat studying my surroundings I noticed how unlike 
the New York I had just been in it was, and then it happened I became 
acutely aware that I was not in New York anymore and that indeed I was 
no longer in 2008!!! I can also remember feeling like I had been hit by 
a ten-ton truck when it finally sunk in, so much so that I missed 
pretty much of the whole show thinking about what in the heck was 
happening. 

“Are you sure you're ok my dear?” I heard Frank ask once more, placing a
hand gently upon my shoulder as the three guys sat down at the table. 
Looking up from my seemingly distant thoughts I looked around to see 
that we were the only ones left in the room, as I tried to smile the 
words I had been searching for all night seemed to get stuck in the 
back of my throat as I desperately tried to explain. 

“Ok, I have to be honest with you guys; I have no idea what in the blue
hell is happening here...” I began, taking a deep breath. 

“All I know is that about three hours ago I was stood in Tiffany's
looking at the diamonds in 2008 and then less than 30 minutes later I 
find I am in the middle of God only knows where, with a man that died 
in 1998...” Looking up to Frank I couldn't tell what he was thinking, 
and maybe that was a good thing but I knew I needed to not only find 
out what was happening but also why it was happening! We had all been 
sat in silence for a few moments before Sammy said what I guess they 
all were thinking, causing my mind to continue to race. 

“So, let me get this straight... what year is this and where are you?” I
could tell by the look on both Frank and Dean's faces that it was meant 
as some kind of joke, and if I was honest I could totally understand 
where they were coming from. Sighing deeply I had no idea what to say 
or even if they would believe me, so taking out my mobile I look at the 
screen and show Sammy it slowly. Slowly he takes the phone, with all 
three men looking in awe at this contraption now in Sammy's hands. 

“Look at the screen, it will tell you the date...” I say as Sammy looks
at the screen, as the shock hits him he shows it to both Frank and Dean 
who also take a look and become filled with the same shock. 

“What year is this and where am I? If it isn't New York and 2008...” I
say as I look from one to the other, still trying to understand what 
has just happened to me. I could tell that the guys were still in shock 
so I had to repeat myself a few times before I got an answer, and to be 
honest it wasn't really one I was expecting. 

“You, well we are in Las Vegas and the year is 1962...” Frank said, as
he looked curiously at my mobile phone. I could tell that he was 
fascinated by what had become almost part of our way of life; it is 
true that along with computers, mobile phones had become a way of life 
for most people in the 21st century. I wanted to tell them all that had 
happened over the years since they had passed away, but I also wanted 
to learn about why I was where I was and what was happening. I could 
also tell that both Sammy and Dean were finding this really hard to 
take in, not that I can't say I blame them for wanting out. But as they 
left me sat alone in the room with Frank I knew they probably had a 
point, it isn't every day you come face to face with someone telling 
you that your friend had died. But Frank seemed to be fascinated by it 
all; he seemed to have so many questions for me and as we sat in 
silence both of our minds was obviously filled with thoughts and 
questions. 

“So, this...” Frank began as he pointed to my mobile phone, trying to
obviously find the right words for his questions. 

“Mobile phone...” I replied, as I waited for his question. In my heart
of heart's I knew there would be a million and one questions I would 
not only be asked but would also ask, and many of which I would not be 
able to answer or get the answers I wanted. 

“It's kinda like a diary then?” Frank asked as he played with the
buttons, pressing one causing the phone to light up and make Frank drop 
it onto the table. I smiled slightly at his blue eyes with a shock in 
them I have to admit I found kinda cute, as he picked it up again I 
answered his questions. 

“It's a little more than that, but it has a calendar on it as one of its
functions...” As I continued to explain and tell him what a mobile 
phone was I could tell he was almost hooked on my every word, as we sat 
alone in the room we talked about so much and would have stayed there 
if it wasn't for my stomach telling me it was hungry. 

“Would you like to grab a bite to eat?” Frank asked, as he motioned to
the door. Nodding I follow Frank to the door and we head to the front 
of the hotel and the world famous Strip, all the while we talk 
constantly about how things have changed and the new world that has 
seemingly fascinated Frank. 

“So what happens to Sammy and Dean, do I go before them?” Frank asked
silently, as we sat in this small out of the way diner making small 
talk over the food as we talked. I could tell it was a question that 
had been on his mind since I first blurted out that he had passed away 
in 1998, I wanted to tell him the truth but I also felt a pang of guilt 
too; I had the answers that could either make or back this great man in 
my hands. I felt not only guilt but also a huge weight upon my 
shoulders, it was such a strain and responsibility that I wasn't sure I 
wanted; let alone what to say to him. 

“They both leave you first; I can't tell you how hard this is for me...”
I begin, realising that he too can't be finding it easy. Pausing for a 
moment, I look up from my coffee and can see by the look in his eyes 
that he needs answers I was trying to avoid. Taking a deep breath I 
continue, hoping and praying that I was doing the right thing. 

“Sammy did in 1990 due to complications from throat cancer...” I began
softly, trying to find the correct words to say. 

“Dean died of respiratory failure in 1995 as a result of lung cancer...”
I could see Frank's face; he looked as though he wanted to cry as the 
shock set in. I knew that if he changed his lifestyle and the other's 
changed theirs; then this would all change so I tried to explain. 

“I know it is hard and a lot to take in, I have the same feelings...” I
began, pausing to try find the right words. 

“I am still trying to get my head around the fact that I have seemingly
travelled back in time; I just hope I can get back... My folks will 
kill me if I don't make it; I've got work next week!” Trying a little 
humour, I was thankful it worked as Frank smiled and let out a slight 
laugh. Looking to me I became captivated for a moment by the blueness 
of his eyes, feeling like we were the only people in the world. 

“So why do you think you are here?” Frank asked, as I tried to focus on
something other than those blue eyes of his. 

“I have no idea, I guess it has to have something with me learning
something... what else could it be?” I replied as I thought about what 
had lead me from Tiffany's one morning to Las Vegas one evening, about 
40 years previous. As we sat and continued to talk I noticed how we 
were holding hands, I wasn't sure if I had taken his hand or the other 
way round; but either way we were holding hands. And even though we had 
both obviously noticed this, neither of us felt as if we needed to let 
go; neither I nor Frank felt the need to say anything either, we just 
continued to hold each other's hand and talk. Hours must have gone by 
because I can remember beginning to feel rather sleepy, so we headed 
back to Frank's hotel room. 

“Where are you staying?” He asked me, as we arrived back to the Sands
hotel. Shrugging my shoulders I replied that I had no idea, and looking 
around said I guessed I would try for one of the hotels. 

“Well, why not stay here? You are more than welcome...” Frank said as he
gestured to his hotel room, nodding I agreed and followed him inside. 
It wasn't so much that I was desperately seeking for somewhere to stay, 
and I did trust him; but in some way I still wanted the night to 
continue. As we settled inside I propped myself up against the 
headboard as he lay next to me on the seemingly huge double bed, we 
continued to talk about what the future was like. 

“What happens in the future?” Frank said, as he passed over a glass of
cola to me and took hold of his own glass of scotch. Taking a sip from 
the glass, enjoying the cool liquid as it coated my throat and the fact 
that by doing this it gave me time to think. 

“Well, bear in mind that I was born 15 years after this concert I can't
really remember too much about the era I was born, and what I do 
remember may not be of interest...” I must admit that I was, at this 
moment in time stalling. Part of me didn't want to tell him what was to 
happen; mainly due to the fact I had no idea what would happen if I 
did. And if I was honest I was struggling to find things to tell Frank 
now, but I realised he would not want to give in that easily; so I 
faced the situation and began to tell him about the future. 

“Both JFK and his brother Robert will died way before their time...” I
began, thinking it was better to get the shocking stuff out the way 
first. 

“In the future both England and the US will be overrun by foreign
nationals seeking asylum, personal computers will become very popular; 
as will these things...” I show him the mobile phone that he had been 
toying with earlier, and ask I begin to show him what it does and how 
it works I become aware that he is hanging on my every word. Which I 
must admit did feel kinda good, but also very powerful; I mean if I was 
evil I could make this great entertainer believe anything I wanted to! 

“So, changing the subject here a little; what's your story?” Frank
asked, drawing me from my thoughts. I smiled slightly and let out a 
muffled snigger, sighing deeply I began to tell him about ‘my story.' 

“Not really that much to tell if I am honest...” I began, realising how
much I still hated talking about myself. Draining the glass I had in my 
hands I set the empty glass down and began to get myself comfortable 
next to Frank who was now laying, on his side facing me and propped up 
on one arm. 

“I was born and raised in a small town in England, my folks are still
together and even though I am in my early 30's I still live with 
them...” I continued as I tried to find something interesting to tell 
him, truth is that my life was pretty boring in some respects. Nothing 
really ever happened to me, my life was always the same; boring. Which 
I guess is why I had such a hard time figuring out why this had 
happened to me, it wasn't like all the action and good stuff happened 
to me. As I continued to struggle with things to tell Frank about 
myself I could feel a certain emotion I had not felt before, as Frank 
smiled I began to realise I was beginning to get feelings for him. It 
was not something I planned or ever imagined would or could happen, but 
sure enough the more we talked the stronger these feelings became. 

“So what exactly were you doing before you passed out?” Frank said as he
placed his empty glass down on the sideboard, his blue eyes almost 
burning into my soul. 

“I was looking at the diamonds!” I began, smiling a little at how he
smiled. As I told him what happened we both thought about why I had 
seemingly been transported back to this time and place, I had no links 
to that era or indeed Frank and his friends. There was no real reason 
for this to have happened; maybe it was just one of those bizarre 
things that just happened because. 

“So, it can't have anything to do with that; the reason you find
yourself here I mean.” Frank continued, shaking my head I was still 
trying to think why I was here when it happened. Unexpectedly and for 
seemingly no real reason, Frank kissed me. Softly and slowly upon the 
lips, it took me by surprise to say the least but also took me through 
a wide range of emotions. Firstly of course there was shock, then came 
passion and desire. As we slowly parted lips we felt a stirring that 
both of us felt had been missing for a long time, for what seemed like 
an age we both stayed silent until we were interrupted by the door 
being knocked. As Frank pulled himself together slightly, I too did the 
same as he answered the door; it was Dean and Sammy hoping I had not 
left and wanting to know more about the future. 

“So what happens in your lifetime that we don't see?” Sammy asks, as
they both join us on the bed; eager to learn more about my life and the 
future. If I was honest I still had my doubts about telling them what 
would happen; but having said that if something was going to happen 
surely it would have happened by now... 

“Well one major change is the Internet and how pc's have grown and
become hugely popular...” I began, wishing I had my laptop with me so I 
could show them what I meant. 

“When I was born pc's were just starting out and were mainly for
business and basic tasks like mathematics on a speedy basis...” I went 
on, surprised by the fact they all seemed to be hanging on my every 
word. 

“In 2008 they have become so popular and truth be told most people would
be lost without one now... There is also the fact that pretty much 
everything is run with machines and computers now!” As I sat and 
continued to tell them about life my mind seemed to be filled with the 
thoughts of what just happened between myself and Frank, and I knew his 
mind was on it just as much as mine was. I told them about how popular 
technology had become and how people seemingly could not live without 
it, I was trying to not only think but also keep clear of the big major 
events; but knew it would never be able to last. As Sammy asked me what 
big events would happen I knew I would have to face the situation and 
tell them the truth, so I started with small stuff like Hurricane 
Katrina and some of the natural disasters that had happened. I told 
them with pride how England had finally won an Ashes cricket series and 
also a rugby world cup too, and some of the important people that 
passed away; including Princess Diana and Pope John Paul II. 

They of course knew I was holding back, and that it was something big;
my skirting around the issue and failure to give them their answers was 
enough to confirm their suspicions. 

“It's can't be that bad can it?” Dean asked as I made myself another
soft drink, with Frank stood inches away I could feel the tension 
between us and was sure the others could too. But even when Frank 
touched my hand and made me jump about ten feet in the air neither 
Sammy or Dean noticed, all they wanted to know was what I was keep back 
from them. Clearing my throat slightly and trying to get the shock, and 
indeed passion out of my mind I finally answered them. 

“On 11th September 2001 New York City; well all of America really
suffers a terrorist attack... the like of which will be spoken about 
forever...” I began, already I knew that they were in shock; but 
knowing I could not stop now I continued. 

“A terrorist group called al-Qaeda hi-jacked four planes and tried to
attack the heart of America, firstly the White House was made a target 
but the passengers crashed it before it reached the target...” I had to 
pause, to not only gather my thoughts but also make sure they were 
keeping up with me. 

“Another headed for the Pentagon and made a slight impact... however the
biggest impact was made by two airplanes heading to California, both 
planes crashed into the two Twin Towers of the World Trade Centre...” 
Their shock was obvious, as I did my best to explain I could tell their 
hearts felt the same as mine. 

“What happened?” Frank said softly as he cleared his throat, sitting
down close next to me; causing me to feel a flutter in my heart that I 
had not felt in a long time. Taking a deep breath I clear my throat and 
begin to explain what happened that fateful day, acutely aware of 
Frank's hand that was almost holding mine. 

“Well, all told there were around three thousand poor souls that lost
their lives that day. Not to mention the thousands of lives that are 
still being taken because of the war the American's and British felt 
compelled to fight, like I said it is a day that will never be 
forgotten.” As the silence fell I became aware that Frank had now taken 
hold of my hand and was softly stroking the back of it. It began the 
butterflies to stir inside of me again; I began to become almost 
overwhelmed by not only my emotions but also my thoughts when Frank 
gently squeezed my hand. I also became aware that Dean, Sammy and Frank 
were talking; only thing was that my mind just could not focus. My mind 
was filled with emotions and feelings I had not felt in a long time, if 
truth be told many of these feelings were new to me. As my mind 
wandered I managed to catch Frank telling Sammy and Dean what happened 
when I came to find myself transported back to their time, noting how 
he still had not released my hand from his gentle grip. 

“It's as if she needs to find her purpose for being here I guess...”
Sammy half said and half thought, as Frank nodded looking to me. All I 
could do was smile and nod, to be honest my heart was still in my mouth 
from that kiss and the fact Frank still had hold of my hand. 

“Well, it seems only fair that we look after the young lady; right
Frank?” Dean said, smiling warmly towards me. Smiling back I silently 
nod my thanks, while Frank tells me where they were headed next. 

“We are heading back to New York for a small concert at Carnegie Hall, I
am sure the guys would be as honoured as I would be if you would join 
us?” Frank said, as he gently caressed the back of my hand. Knowing 
that I could no longer deny my feelings and longing, I gladly excepted 
as Frank continued to tell us what would happen. Although if I am 
honest he lost me half way through, as once more his fingers softly 
manipulated their way into my heart. I had so many things going through 
my mind that I almost felt like my head would explode if I went through 
anything else, but of course I knew my luck and I know that this could 
very well only be the beginning of a very hectic time for me. As the 
night drew on and dawn began to break both Sammy and Dean had fallen 
asleep, leaving myself and Frank alone once more. And once more in 
silence and both wondering what to say, we had both been sat in silence 
for a while before Frank made the first move; pulling me into his warm 
embrace and gently holding me there. 

Neither of us spoke or even felt the need to speak, just feeling the
emotions that were seemingly flowing from us. As we continued to hold 
each other I remember feeling a wash with tiredness all of a sudden, 
and as Frank softly caressed my back I closed my eyes. Within moments I 
felt myself drift off into dreamless sleep, but moments later I was 
being rudely woken by someone shaking me. To my surprise and slight 
disappointment when I came to there was no Frank, Sammy or Dean; only 
the sales assistant that I had fallen to the feet of when I first 
passed out. As I came to I adjusted to the fact I was back in Tiffany's 
and being tended to by some very concerned looking sales assistants, as 
I tried to think and get my mind straight I was handed a cup of coffee 
and a bag; inside which was my favourite bagel. Sitting eating the 
smoked salmon bagel and drinking the hot cup of coffee I tried my best 
to understand what had just happened to me; admittedly I wasn't doing 
too well with it. As I finished my “breakfast at Tiffany's” and had 
thanked the staff I headed out onto Fifth Avenue, with my mind still 
very much with Frank and the others I never saw him heading in the 
other direction. 

The first either of us knew about anything was as I went crashing into
his solid chest, almost causing him to fall. As I apologised I had yet 
to look up fully and never saw his face, but he sure had seen mine; 
cutting me off before I had the chance to continue he spoke. 

“Either you are in a major rush or your mind is on other things?” His
deep southern accent well known to me, and as I looked up to him I saw 
that his face was too. His piercing blue eyes reminded a lot of 
Frank's, even down to the fact that at that moment they seemed to be 
burning a whole into her soul. Realising I had been struck dumb again, 
I smiled; cleared my throat and said the first thing that came into my 
mind. 

“Oh my God; you're HBK!” Rolling my eyes into the back of my head the
moment I said it and feeling the idiot I must have been didn't stop him 
from smiling and trying to make me feel better, checking over his 
shoulder with a deadpan look then grinning he spoke. 

“I know, just don't tell anyone ok?” Chuckling to himself, he held his
hand out and spoke again. 

“My real name's Michael, it's a pleasure?” As I took his hand I smiled
and took a deep breath before introducing myself, and apologising for 
stating the obvious. 

“Hello Michael, my name's Gabby; it's a pleasure to meet you... I'm
sorry about stating the obvious; I have just had a really bizarre day 
already!” Tilting his head to one side slightly, Michael gave his 
legendry cheeky smile and invited me to walk with him. Smiling and 
accepting, as we walked I tried to explain the best I could that it was 
a long story, in all honesty I wasn't sure anyone would believe me if I 
started to tell them what I had just experience; least of all Shawn 
Michaels. 

“I like long stories, kinda reminds me of my own life!” Michael said as
we continued to walk, not really anywhere in particular just walking. 
Smiling slightly I took a deep breath and went to speak, but then 
Michael bumped into his best friend Paul; better known as Triple H. 
Smiling politely and greeting Paul I stayed tight lipped while the two 
friends talked, hoping I could find a way to not explain why I'd had 
such a strange day. As the three of us headed into a bar we were just 
about to pass I felt as though I had gotten away without talking about 
my day when Michael brought it up again, hardly allowing me to sit down 
let alone think. 

“I don't know if you'd both believe me if I told you?” I said as I
sighed deeply, realising that I could no longer avoid the subject. 

“Of course we would...” Paul said, as his wife Stephanie came into the
bar and introduced herself. After greeting her, Paul filled her in and 
now I found myself sat in the company of three people just dying to 
hear about my day. So taking a deep breath I sigh and begin to tell the 
three of them just what I had been though, realising that the worst 
that could happen is I'd be laughed at. 

“... and then I found myself back here and bumping into Michael. See I
told you, crazy and you'll never believe me!” I finished saying, as the 
three sat there in silence. I sighed once more, waiting for them to all 
burst out laughing and wishing I was back in Frank's warm; safe 
embrace. When Michael spoke, I was kinda shocked; but pleased he had 
spoken. 

“Wow, you are having a strange day!” I must admit I wasn't prepared for
them to understand so much, so it kinda caught me off guard. As the 
three friends sat silently for a little while in contemplation as I did 
my best to keep my mind off the fact that my ears detected the smooth 
soulful sounds of a sad song sung by Frank in the background. 

Where are you Where have you gone without me I thought you cared about
me Where are you Where's my heart Where is the dream we started I can't 
believe we're parted... 

As I listened harder I heard the words on the radio and felt a pang of
pain deep inside of my chest, unsure what these feelings I was having 
meant. 

Where are you When we said good-bye love What had we to gain When I gave
you my love Was it all in vain All life through Must I go on pretending 
Where is my happy ending... 

Before I knew what was happening I was more interested in the
sentimental words flowing from the radio, I never noticed Michael, Paul 
and Stephanie watching me intently. 

Where are you When we said good-bye love What had we to gain When I gave
you my love Was it all in vain 

All life through Must I go on pretending Where is that happy ending
Where are you Where are you... 

As I became so deeply engrossed in Frank's song I never noticed I had
begun to cry, and as the song came to an end my tears just flood from 
my weary eyes. But the first I knew about it was Michael asking if I 
was ok and offering me a tissue, trying to bluff my way out of it I 
said yes and tried to make like I had something in my eyes. Of course 
it never worked, I don't think I ever really believed or thought that 
it would. 

“It's ok to cry Gabby, man I would too if I was having your crazy day!”
Steph said, as she passed me another tissue. Taking the tissues and 
thanking her I nod, with my mind still in two places I try my best to 
look like I am still with it. Somehow I managed to get through a good 
hour in their company before I felt the need to be alone and try to 
gather my thoughts, so smiling and thanking them for their company I 
made my excuses and went to leave. 

“Hey Gabby...” Michael called after me as he quickly caught up with me
outside the bar; smiling to a few fans, he stopped to speak to me. 

“I know it may be hard to understand but sometimes we just have to go
where our hearts take us...” Michael began; smiling towards me warmly 
as he gently touched my arm in support. 

“God knows what he's doing, and just keep believing you will find the
answers you are looking for.” He continued, as we said our goodbyes. As 
I head off in the general direction of Central Park, I had no real idea 
where I was going only that I needed some time alone; with all that had 
happened today I needed to relax and find some space. 

Not even five minutes ago she was laying there in his arms, five minutes
ago he had felt contented for the first time in a very long time. But 
now here he sat alone and feeling very lonely, one of the world's 
greatest talents; feeling almost suicidal. In all honesty his heart was 
breaking and he felt so dejected, he longed to feel her in his arms 
again; to see her smiling face and beautiful eyes again. He now fully 
understood how she must have been feeling, as he sat trying to not only 
understand why she had left but also get his head around his own 
feelings. Dean and Sammy had yet to wake, and if he was honest Frank 
was not looking forward to all their questions. Dressing and packing 
his things quickly Frank left a note telling the guys he would meet 
them at Carnegie Hall and headed off for The Strip, and to try find the 
answers he longed for. Frank had seemingly been walking for miles when 
he came to this little road side diner, walking in the only one who 
turned to face him was the girl behind the counter; certainly a 
refreshing change thought Frank as he sat himself down at a table out 
of the way. 

“What can I get you honey?” The waitress asked, bring Frank from his
thoughts. Without thinking Frank replied, saying what was on his mind. 

“The woman of my dreams to come back to me...” Realising quickly what he
had said, Frank tried to smooth the moment over and asked for some 
coffee and a breakfast. Without giving the waitress a chance to answer 
let alone think, Frank put his head down and continued to try and 
understand what he had just been through. Reaching into his pocket for 
his cigarettes Frank pulled them out but also brought with them Gabby's 
pendant, she had been playing with it absentmindedly as they talked and 
held each other. Frank smiled as he remembered how he had be transfixed 
almost by it and how it caught the light, for something that wasn't 
diamonds and to him was so unique Frank couldn't stop touching it. He 
remembered how Gabby had taken it off and handed it to Frank, telling 
him how she had obtained it and the story behind it. As he lightly 
caressed the pendant he felt a sharp pang in his heart, wishing that he 
had been allowed more time with her; more time to talk about life and 
their feelings. As the waitress brought the coffee and food, Frank 
thanked her and continued to think about the stories Gabby had told him 
last night. 

Playing with the pendant Gabby had just handed to him, Frank studied how
it sparkled and shone. 

“So what's the story behind it?” Frank said as he sat holding Gabby, who
shifted slightly in his arms before speaking. 

“It's said to hold mystical powers for the owner...” Gabby began,
inhaling the scent wafting up from Frank's chest. 

“It is said that a Knight from the Order of St. John of Jerusalem gave
it to his sweetheart, but as he journeyed to her he stopped to help 
some people who kinda ‘blessed' the pendant as a thank you.” Frank's 
silence told Gabby he wanted to hear more, so she continued. 

“It is said that this Knight belong to the Knights Hospitaller's, and
that the pendant was specially made for him and his sweetheart.” Gabby 
began to absentmindedly stroke Frank's side gently, causing him to feel 
a passion that he had been missing for a long time. 

“It is said that the holder of this pendant will have, compassion,
kindness, true love and friendship, good fortune and good luck...” As 
the silence fell between them, both of their minds were filled with 
thoughts of the Knight and his sweetheart. 

He couldn't explain it, but Frank suddenly felt an overwhelming desire
to cry. Although he loved Nancy, Frank knew that he could never stay 
completely faithful; especially when he was on the road so much. If he 
had been thinking straight Frank would have seen that Gabby was just 
like the other women he'd known, at least that was what his brain was 
trying to tell him. His heart, however was telling him different. 
Somehow Frank just seemed to know that Gabby was the kind of woman you 
only heard about in dreams and fairytales, but then again maybe she was 
part of a dream; after all she had gone as quickly as she had come and 
all out of the blue! How could it all have felt so real Frank thought 
to himself, not really sure of anything anymore. As Frank finished his 
breakfast and left he walked back to the hotel, walking along The Strip 
his mind was still firmly on Gabby. So much so that he never saw her 
walking towards him, both with their heads firmly down and in their own 
little worlds. The first either knew about the other was when the pair 
had collided into each other, both speechless as they looked up to one 
another; both wishing the other was someone else. 

I was not really too sure, where I was headed, all I knew is that I was
heading towards Central Park and that I needed to get my head straight. 
Although with the life I had been having of late, that could be easier 
said than done, and of course, I was all too well aware of how THAT 
story ended up! As I wandered through Central Park, my mind was jumping 
between Frank, the three wrestlers I had just met and thinking of what 
Michael had said about following my heart. It actually made some sense 
to me, only trouble was that my heart was telling me to go for it with 
Frank; of course that would be a little hard with the fact that in my 
lifetime he was dead and in his I was not even born yet! In addition, 
of course there was the small matter of just why I had ended up in the 
1960's, and why I had come back so quickly. Finding an out of the way 
shady area I sat down on the cool grass and closed my eyes while taking 
a deep breath, I inhaled the beautiful spring scent that surrounded me. 
As my mind wandered, I began to think about my past and all I had been 
through, but not matter how hard I tried my mind still kept going back 
to Frank and that night's kiss. 

“I'm so sorry my dear...” Frank was finally able to say, once he had
gotten over the disappointment that she was not Gabby. Blushing 
slightly, she smiled and silently sighed before replying. 

“It's fine, really. I wasn't looking where I was going, had my mind on
other things.” Holding her hand out timidly, she blushed shyly as she 
continued. 

“My name's Dana, pleased to meet you...” Frank could tell she was shy
and almost afraid of him, for a few seconds he half wished that she had 
made the same impression that Gabby had when they first met. His mind 
wasn't focusing on her if he was honest and although he could see she 
was clearly talking to him, Frank couldn't hear a word she was saying. 
His heart wasn't really into it and he wasn't in the mood for company, 
trying to smile in the right places Frank's mind was firmly back with 
Gabby wishing she was still in his arms. 

“So what's your story?” Dana asked, bringing Frank from his daydream.
Smiling slightly Frank took a deep breath and thought about what he was 
about to say, exhaling loudly as he did so. 

“It's a long story... a very long and complicated story.” Frank replied,
hoping it would be enough to deflect her questions. Smiling to herself, 
Dana knew that he wasn't telling the whole truth and decided to probe 
further. 

“They are the best kinda stories, why not sit down and tell me all about
it?” He had to admit that he was dying to get it all off his chest, but 
realised he may sound like a nut job to most people. Taking another 
deep breath, he decided to test the water first. 

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” He tentatively asked, trying to
think of his next questions and how he could tell her of that previous 
nights activity. All Dana did was to nod silently, wondering where this 
conversation was headed. 

“And do you believe that if two people can fall in love that love can
also stand the test of time?” If Frank was honest with himself his 
heart and mind were still else where, his heart was breaking and he 
wished with all he had that he could be back in Gabby's loving arms. 

“I do, but what are you trying to tell me Frank?” It was the first time
she had called him by his first name, truth be told it was the first 
time in a long while that a stranger had called him by his first name; 
most people were scared of him when they first met him. 

“Something happened to me last night, something I don't really
understand; but it has left me feeling... empty inside.” Frank said 
softly, still unsure if she would believe him. Even though the pair had 
only just met something inside of Frank told him he could tell Dana his 
fears, and that same something made Dana feel safe and comfortable in 
Frank's company. The pair sat down outside by the Sands hotel where 
Frank had just come from earlier, taking a deep audible breath he 
spoke. 

“Last night a woman's fearful cry brought me to this young lady and when
she fell into my arms I felt like I had to help her...” Frank began, 
never taking his eyes from the floor in front of him as he continued to 
tell his story. 

“She woke soon after I had taken her up to my room, her first words
were; ‘oh my God you're Frank Sinatra' and then she told me I was meant 
to be dead...” Frank went on trying to not sound like a total nut job, 
hoping he wasn't failing. Dana silence told him that she was either 
listening because she believed him, or silent because she couldn't 
believe him. 

“... and that's when I kissed her for the first time, I don't know what
came over me or why I felt the urge to kiss her; I just did.” Frank had 
nearly come to the end of her story and still Dana was silent, Frank 
wasn't sure if he should continue. 

“Anyway, we had hardly drifted off to sleep when I woke up again; only
this time it was to find that she was no longer by my side. Ever since 
then I have been trying to get my head around it all, told you it was a 
long story!” Frank finished and tried to let out a little laugh, but 
truth was he was convinced that Dana thought he was some kinda nut. 

Dana had been sitting there, quietly listening to Frank talk with
passion about this mysterious woman he had so obviously fallen for 
almost for an hour and if she was honest with herself she knew exactly 
how he was feeling. Hearing Frank sighing deeply caused Dana to look 
over to him, here was one of the worlds most famous singers sat looking 
totally lost and dejected. 

“It's ok Frank, I know how you are feeling and I totally understand; and
no I don't think you are a nut...” Dana began, smiling and letting out 
a small laugh before continuing. 

“Sometimes love doesn't make sense, it's a lot like life... Just smile
because it happened, don't cry because it's over.” Touching the back of 
his hand caused Frank to sharply inhale, not because he felt any 
passion but because he remembered how Gabby had done much the same that 
previous night. Nodding slightly, Frank didn't totally understand but 
had to agree it did make sense to him. The time had gone really fast 
and pretty soon Frank was well aware that he needed to be back in New 
York City and fairly soon, and after saying his goodbyes to Dana; was 
heading off back to NYC. 

Back in Central Park, I was still sat in quiet contemplations, when I
sensed the change in the air temperature. As I shivered with the chill 
in the air, I sighed aloud wishing that I could make sense of it all 
but realising in all honesty that I may never find the truth. Getting 
to my feet, I began to take a slow walk back to the hotel we were 
staying at. We were staying at the Holiday Inn on West 57th, which was 
central to all the places I wanted to visit. One of which was Carnegie 
Hall, but my mind had yet to register that fact. With my mind still 
firmly with Frank and back in 1962 still I was walking back into the 
hotel room before I knew it, with my folks asking where I had been all 
day. It was the second time that day I had been backed up into a corner 
for answers that I was struggling to give myself, so I did my best to 
bluff my way through the questions and headed off to shower. As the 
water rained down upon my body I could feel the strain of my day 
washing away, but still the thoughts came; and then my mind began to 
focus on something that I had seemingly forgotten about until now. I 
had just come out of an abusive relationship and I kept having these 
reoccurring dreams for a while afterwards, they would start and end in 
the same way and I would always be left wondering what had happened as 
well as if I would ever be free from them. It would start with an 
attack of some kind; after I had witnessed this, the attacker would 
turn his attentions to me and begin to chase me. But before the 
attacker could catch up with me, I would always wake up with a Frank 
Sinatra song running through my mind and no real idea why, maybe the 
dreams were all part of what had happened last night. As I turned off 
the shower and began to dry myself those dreams were still in the 
forefront of my mind, so much so that I did not hear my folks speaking 
to me at first. I just agreed and began to get ready, not realising 
that my dreams would soon be settled. As I dressed time passed by 
quickly and pretty soon the time for us to leave for our night out had 
arrived, sighing deeply I bemoaned at the fact that I did not really 
want to go. 

“Come on now Gabby...” My father said, gesturing to Mum to wait up for
us. 

“You know we had arranged this for your birthday, you always said you
wanted to go Carnegie Hall... and Aunt Dana will be there.” Dad always 
knew how to make me feel guilty, so smiling I follow them to Carnegie 
Hall not really thinking but with my mind elsewhere. The walk took us a 
little over 20 minutes, mainly because I was dragging my feet; still 
thinking of other things. Finally we arrived at Carnegie Hall and 
greeted my Aunt Dana before taking our seats, Dana was not my Aunt by 
blood; more of a ‘virtual' Aunt. Made into one of my Godparents, Dana 
had always been there for me and had never forgotten about me. No 
matter how bad I was feeling she always knew how to make it better, and 
would always have the right answers for any questions I had. However, I 
knew that this might be all too much for even her to believe; so 
quietly I sat pretending to listen to all my parents and Aunt said. Out 
the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw Michael and Paul so made 
my excuses and left to seek them out. Wandering outside I had no idea 
what dangers I was heading into, in fact if I had been thinking 
straight I would have never gone down that darken alleyway beside the 
Hall; but I was not thinking straight. I had already reached half way 
and the alley was almost pitch black, still I never saw the dangers 
until too late. It all happened so quickly; one moment I watched how 
this figure dressed in black attacked this helpless woman, the next 
calling for him to stop. If I had been thinking straight I would not 
have called out, had I been thinking straight I would have run away the 
second after he had looked up; but I was not thinking straight. He was 
already within feet of reaching me when I had realised I needed to run 
away, turning to run I was almost out of the alleyway when I felt him 
catch up with me. I never felt him grab hold of me, but as I felt the 
sharp blow to the back of my skull and the intense pain that followed; 
I knew he had caught up with me. I can remember I just had time to yell 
out with fear and pray I would be ok before I fell unconscious, I don't 
remember much other than being dragged back deeper into the darken 
alleyway. With fear in my heart I as I awoke I could just make out his 
figure becoming blurry as he got ready to do goodness-knows-only-what 
to me, as I shut my eyes tightly I braced myself for the inevitable end 
that I felt would be coming. As Frank walked into the dressing room 
without Gabby by his side, he knew by the look Sammy and Dean gave each 
other that the question would come soon. And he was right, after nearly 
30 seconds of him putting his bag down the questions had started. 

“So, where's Gabby?” Dean asked, as he looked around just to add affect
to his question. Shaking his head, Frank answered sadly. 

“I don't know Dean, one minute she was there and the next she wasn't.”
Hoping that would be the end of it but knowing otherwise Frank tried to 
get ready for the show but if he was honest with himself, he knew he 
did not real want to go out on stage. 

“What do you mean she's gone?” Sammy asked, as Frank sighed audibly. 

“Did you fall out?” Sammy added, looking to Dean who was always up on
his feet. 

“Did you make a pass at her?” Dean said, meaning it as a joke but
realising something else had happened when Frank shot him one of his 
legendry looks. 

“Look guys, all I know is that we were all talking and then after you
had fallen asleep so did we and when I woke; Gabby wasn't there.” Frank 
said, almost pleading with his friends to drop it. But when they would 
not Frank took drastic measures and walked out of the dressing room, no 
real idea where he was going just that he had to go somewhere. As Frank 
walked to God-only-knows-where he felt the same emptiness he had felt 
all day, he had to admit he could not understand it; could not see how 
he could have fallen so hard and so quickly for a stranger. As he 
continued to walk all Frank thought about was Gabby and how he wish he 
had more time with her, his mind was so focused on her that he nearly 
didn't hear her fearful cry. Stopping dead in his tracks for a moment 
Frank silently listened for the sound that had caused him to stop in 
the first place, as he heard it again he quickly searched for where it 
had come from. Finding it and without thinking Frank rushed off to this 
woman's aid, without thinking he had no idea what he would find; only 
that he needed to help. As Frank called for the figure to leave the 
woman alone he had yet to reach her side or even see who she was, even 
when he was at her side it took him a few moments to realise it was 
Gabby. The moment he realised a sick feeling entered his stomach, the 
blood had drained from his face for a few moments before he gently 
picked her up in his arms and carried her back to the dressing room. 
Unlike before when Frank had entered the room, now Sammy and Dean 
rushed around like clucking Mother hens trying to help. 

(The next part is written from my POV... and is in italic) While I was
drifting in and out of unconsciousness I could just about see Frank and 
almost hear him, but it was his soft touch that made me acutely aware 
that he was by my side. As he gently lay me down on what I could only 
guess was a sofa I could hear both Sammy and Dean rushing around trying 
to help Frank, who was clearly having some trouble trying to stay calm. 
During a moment when I was almost coming to I could feel Frank silently 
shed a small tear upon my cheek, it all seemed to help me come from my 
catatonic state. 

“Oh God Gabby, I thought I had lost you for a moment there... Are you
ok?” Frank said the relief obvious in his eyes and face as I slowly 
began to open my eyes. I felt to weak to speak or even move so I tried 
my best to smile, this alone took a lot of energy. But was all worth it 
to see Franks relieved smile, while Dean and Sammy left us to talk 
Frank continued to look after me. Neither of us spoke, neither of us 
needed to; we both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments. 

“What happened Gabby?” Frank said sadly, looking away for a moment;
trying to quell his tears. 

“I don't know...” I answered quietly and honestly, wanting to say so
much more I could not find the words. Without warning, Frank pulled me 
into his arms and held me there tightly and although I was shocked, I 
never complained I just held him back; I needed to be held at that 
moment in time. After a long time I began to stir and spoke, causing 
Frank to loosen his arms from around my waist. 

“I think I know why I was here with you the first time, but I can't say
it will make any sense!” I was about to tell Frank all when Dean walked 
back into the room, inform us that Frank was due on stage. 

“Why don't you come sit at the front and watch?” Frank said, nodding I
slowly got to my feet and tried to follow; but being a little unsteady 
on my feet still, Frank helped me to the front of the stage. Joining 
Sammy and Dean Frank smiled over to me as I got comfy, smiling back, I 
sat and watched Frank, Sammy and Dean put on their world famous show. 
It was Sammy that sang first, a slow number called; What Kind of Fool 
Am I? I had heard his, along with Frank and Dean voices many times 
before on the radio and TV; but never had it sounded quiet like the way 
I was hearing it tonight. Pretty soon, the song had ended and Dean was 
being introduced; walking onto the stage with his trademark glass of 
scotch in his hand. 

“And here he is Ladies and Gentleman, straight from the bar; Dean
Martin...” The crowd all cheered loudly as he was introduced, smiling 
and taking the mic from Sammy he began to sing the opening bars from a 
song made famous by Tony Bennet called; I Left My Heart In San 
Francisco. With Dean singing it the only way he could, I could not help 
buy laugh along with the audience as Dean sang the wrong words. But if 
the truth was told it was Frank I wanted to hear sing, he always had 
what I classed as the voice of an angel but now more so than ever I 
felt like his voice was truly a Godsend. As Sammy stood on the stage 
trying to make Dean laugh Frank came onto the stage, I could feel my 
heart skip a beat; I felt like a lovesick teenager... I never knew 
anyone could ever have this affect on me, let alone someone who was 
meant to have died 10 years previous! Dean had finished singing by the 
time my mind had stopped thinking about Frank, as he took the mic and 
thanked Dean he smiled directly at me; causing the butterflies to start 
again. Frank began to sing a song I had not heard before, looking 
around and then to Frank's two colleagues on stage I realised nobody 
else had either. As he continued to look directly at me as he sung, I 
realised that Frank was singing this song not at me; rather for me. 

Hey there pretty angel where have you gone. You with your good heart and
soft tender touch. You with your sad blue eyes. Where have you gone? 

Here I am just sittin' here thinking. Thinking about your love and how I
miss you so. How you showed me true love and how to love again. I miss 
you so; miss your smile; your face; your heart. Oh, my love come back 
to me. Oh, my dear sweet angel know I miss you so; Know that my heart 
is yours. 

For now and always, my heart belongs to you. With me in my world and you
in yours; Know that I will always love you; And that my heart belongs 
to you. My heart and soul will always be yours. Know this much my dear 
sweet angel; 

Whatever may part us, Whatever may come between us; Wherever you may go,
I belong to you. Hey pretty angel, where have you gone? 

As the song came to an end I realised Frank had not taken his eyes from
mine as he sang, it was as if they were glued to mine. The rest of the 
night went quickly with the three friends doing their normal routine 
and singing the songs that had made them famous over the years, 
although I had enjoyed the show I must admit my heart wanted it to be 
over; but of course that was just because I wanted to spend more time 
with Frank. Soon I was heading back to the dressing room with Frank and 
the boys, acutely aware that Frank was following the others and trying 
to make the walk back last for as long as he could. Or maybe he was 
trying to make the whole night last, the last time we had spent time 
together we both fell asleep and both of us missed the chance to say 
how we truly felt. As Sammy and Dean headed off for the dressing room, 
Frank held back a little and soon we both had come to a standstill. 
Gently he took my hand and enquired if I was feeling any better, 
nodding slowly I showed him the bump that was now forming and told him 
I would live. 

“I loved that song you sang Frank...” I began, smiling up into his
bright blue piercing eyes; I had forgotten how much I had missed them 
when I had first met him. 

“It was a new song right?” I asked, as I lent up against the nearby
wall. Frank nodded and replied, as he moved slightly towards me; still 
holding my hand in his. 

“Yeah, I have a confession to make... I found the lyrics early this
morning.” Frank replied as he moved closer still, a soft smile and 
tenderness in his eyes. 

“I just thought I would sing it when I saw you smile at me out there
tonight... it just felt right.” Frank continued, softly he touched my 
cheek with the back of his finger; causing tiny electrical chargers to 
run through the skin. My silence told him that I was still in shock, so 
as Frank moved a little closer still he spoke softly. 

“I hope you didn't mind me making it ‘your song'? It just seemed right.”
Frank went on to say, but I could hardly hear him for all the beating 
my heart was doing in my chest and ears I had trouble hearing him 
speak. By now his lips were almost brushing my cheek and I have to 
admit this alone was killing me inside, I needed and wanted him to kiss 
me again; I could not explain it I just felt it. Then as he pulled back 
slightly and as if he knew what I was thinking, Frank gave a little 
smile and softly kissed my lips. In that moment time stood still for me 
and I can clearly remember feeling things I had never felt before, I 
was acutely aware of the rising emotions in both of us that moment. As 
our lips parted, I knew that no matter what happened or when I returned 
to my own time, I knew I would never forget that moment; or indeed that 
kiss. Neither of us needed to speak, we both just seemed to know what 
the other was feeling, as we both smiled at each other we headed back 
to the dressing room. Sat back in the dressing room Sammy and Dean were 
all but ready so the three of us sat talking while Frank showered and 
changed, there was no real subject we spoke about; just more chitchat I 
guess but the conversations always seemed to flow. They of course asked 
about what happened and why I seemed to disappear for a while, as I 
explained I tried to avoid answering the questions I knew would 
obviously be on their minds. Truth be told I wanted Frank to hear my 
thoughts first, I was still unsure why it had all happened now and not 
when I started to have the dreams. The moment they asked me I quickly 
changed the subject and spoke about the future and what it held for not 
just them, but also humanity in general; I knew that this was the best 
way I had of defecting their questions. Just as I felt their questions 
about to turn back to why I felt I was there, Frank came back into the 
room and the four of us headed back to the Waldorf Astoria where they 
were all staying that night. None of us felt like retiring so we sat in 
the hotel bar talking for most of the night, both Frank and myself were 
aware that time may not be on our side and made our excuses to head off 
to the room. Although I knew he wanted to ask Frank stayed silent as 
soon as we got into his room, talking but also giving me time and 
space. If I was being honest with myself though I was also giving Frank 
time to find the words he needed to say whatever her felt he needed to 
say, truth be told we both needed to talk. 

“What is the song you sang for me called Frank?” I asked as we relaxed
upon the plush king size bed that seemed to be the focus of a whole 
room that was lavishly laid out, the interior was in keeping with the 
whole theme of the hotel; luxurious and elegant. The room Frank was 
staying in was more like an apartment back home, it was one of their 
Luxury Suites all decked out with deluxe luxurious accommodation and 
overlooking Park Avenue. The whole room seemed like something out of an 
old-fashioned film where the movie star is hugely rich and has a room 
at the local hotel that looks like the penthouse suite, I have to admit 
had I stayed much longer I would have felt like a movie star myself. 

“It doesn't have a name yet...” Frank began, looking up at me with his
blue eyes. Looking at him questioningly, Frank continued to explain. 

“When I said it was a song I came across, I meant that it was a new
song... as I sat thinking about you and how I felt I just began to 
write the feelings down, and this is what I came up with.” He was 
silent for a while, not able to face me. 

“What are you trying to tell me Frank?” I asked, as my mind raced. In
truth though I guess I knew what he was saying, but my past had taught 
me never to take anything for granted and to expect the unexpected. 
Without another word Frank moved towards me slowly, taking my hand in 
his he spoke softly. 

“That it's your song...” Pausing both of us knew he wanted to say more,
after a few moments he continued. 

“I can't say that I understand it all, but you know that I have a lot of
feelings for you; don't you?” I could tell Frank was almost stalling 
and almost skirting around the words he wanted to say, wanting to make 
things easier on him I wanted to tell him I felt the same; as I went to 
explain there was a knock at the door. As Frank answered I could tell 
by how he stood and answered that something was wrong, it would not 
take me long to find out either. Thanking the person at the door, Frank 
shut the door and headed back to the bed with a look on his face I 
could not place. 

“What's wrong?” I asked as he sat beside me, he was silent before
answering. 

“Why do you think you came to be here?” Frank asked, it was as if he
asked this but meant something else; so I answered him the best I 
could. Explaining about my past and how my then boyfriend had turned to 
abuse and beat me after losing his job and hitting the bottle, I told 
Frank of how I began to have these reoccurring dreams. 

“The dreams start when I find myself in a dark place, I'm not sure where
it is or what I am doing there, only that the place seems to be 
completely pitch black...” I begin as Frank comes and lays on the plush 
bed next to me, taking my hand softly in his I continue. 

“As my mind beings to focus I can sense things changing all the time, I
could sense the chill in the air which told me I could be outside; and 
although there was silence around me to start with this began to change 
too.” Frank never once took his eyes from my own, although sometimes I 
felt that I had to look away to gather my thoughts. 

“After a few moments I figured that I was in a very dark part of an
alleyway, with no idea why I began to search around trying to find some 
answers...” I continued, closing my eyes for a moment I am taking right 
back to the dreams. Usually when I would have them I would be afraid, 
but with Frank holding me my fears never surfaced. 

“Suddenly the silence is broken by a woman's fearful cry for help,
seconds later I see the woman being attacked by a guy dressed in 
black...” Frank can tell that I am finding it hard and beings to gently 
caress my back, softly reassuring me all the time. 

“Without thinking I call out for him to stop and as he stops and looks
over to me I immediately being to regret it, he slowly heads towards me 
causing my mind to panic...” I continue, sighing deeply with each 
gentle caress Frank delivers to my body. 

“By the time my mind has woken up to the fact that I am in danger the
masked man was already almost within reach, as I turned to flee I ran 
as fast as I could to get to the main street...” I pause for a moment, 
trying not to be overwhelmed by the moment. 

“I could see the safety of the street ahead of me and I was within a few
hundred feet of getting there when I felt a pair of hands grab me 
roughly, seconds later and before I could cry out I felt a sharp blow 
to the back of my skull; followed moments later by an intense pain...” 
I went on before I paused, my silence went on for a while and I'm sure 
Frank was concerned. Clearing his throat slightly, Frank spoke softly. 

“What happened then?” Smiling softly at Frank, I touched his cheek
gently as I continued to explain about my dream. 

“I don't know Frank, every time I get to that bit I would wake up with
one of your songs; normally My Way or New York New York playing on the 
radio. It's always the same and each time I had no idea why it 
happens...” 

“Until now, right?” Frank said, nodding I agree. 

“So who was that at the door? Something tells me it was about my
dreams?” I asked, as Frank nodded in agreement. 

“Apparently some woman was attacked in the alleyway where I found you,
the guy who attacked her was disturbed and ran off... The police wanted 
to know if either myself; Dean or Sammy had seen anything.” Frank said, 
pausing before looking up at me and continuing. 

“You saved her life Gabby.” He said softly, gently touching my cheek
with the back of his hand. Sitting there my mind was still on what 
Frank had said and that I had indeed saved someone's life, I became 
aware of why I was there. It had never occurred to me that I could 
actually save someone's life, my mind was still thinking about it when 
I felt Frank softly touch my cheek. Smiling up at him there were no 
words needed for that moment, just a sense that we both knew how we 
felt. As we got comfortable next to each other on the huge plush king 
size bed Frank took me gently into his arms, holding each other for 
ages and hardly moving our positions. Tenderly he caressed my body, 
softly we kissed and slowly I could feel myself falling deeper in love 
with him. 

“You know I am never going to forget you, don't you?” Frank finally
said, after a long silence. Nodding was all it took from me for him to 
understand, kissing my forehead softly and taking a deep breath he 
continued. 

“I love you Gabby, always will...” Closing his eyes, Frank settled down
and gently pulled me close. 

“I love you too Frank and will never forget you either...” I replied,
closing my eyes and settling down also. I knew it wouldn't be long 
before I would fall asleep again, pausing for a moment I continued. 

“Goodbye Frank... Thank you.” Was all I could manage, seconds later my
eyes began to shut completely I heard Frank reply. 

“Goodnight my Darling Gabby...” Both of us knew we would more than
likely never see each other again, but somehow neither of us felt sad. 

(Back in 2008) As I slowly come to my mind began to focus I knew
instantly that Frank was no longer by my side, which made me well aware 
that I was back in 2008; what I didn't know was where or how I was. 

“Gabby?” I almost heard a faint voice say, I was trying to picture the
voice when I heard it again; only this time a little louder. 

“Gabby... are you ok?” Slowly I began to open my eyes and focus slightly
more, I mumbled some sort of an answer as I continue to try get my head 
awake. 

“I don't know... where am I?” They could just about make out what I
said, their relief on their faces was obvious; if I could have seen 
them anyway! 

“Man, we thought we'd lost you back there! Paul saw you leave and tried
to call after you, so we followed...” At last it clicked where I was, 
finally I knew where that voice was from... Michael and Paul had 
thankfully been there when I needed them, and I was more than grateful. 
Thanking them silently my eyes were now open and I was trying to get up 
from the bed and asking what had happened. 

“When we got to you, you were near the top of the alleyway and some
masked dude was standing over you...” Michael began, as he tried to 
help me stand up. 

“We called out for him to leave you alone, which he did; and then we
brought you back here.” Paul added, as he come to Michael's aid as I 
begun to get unsteady on my feet. 

“Where's my parents and Aunt? Are they ok?” I ask, holding onto Michael
and Paul before I slowly sit down on the edge of the bed. 

“Steph has gone to get them, don't worry they'll be here any moment
now.” Paul said, as he helped Michael get me sat on the bed. Nodding my 
thanks, I sat on the bed and tried to come too. 

“Did you ever get that thing sorted Gabby?” Michael asked me, looking
slightly confused he explained a little more. 

“That thing you told us about, ending up in 1962 with Frank Sinatra?”
Smiling slightly at the sound of his name told both Michael and Paul 
all they needed to know, but before I could answer Steph was entering 
the room with my parents and Aunt in tow; who were more than a little 
thankful I was alright. Assuring them I was ok, they spent a few 
moments fussing around me as I told them what had happened; of course 
leaving out the part about travelling back to 1962 and falling in love 
with Frank Sinatra! After we had all talked and had thanked Paul, Steph 
and Michael we said our goodbyes and headed back to our hotel. 

“Oh by the way Michael, yes it was all sorted out in the end...” I said
as I walked out of the door and headed off, as I walked out into the 
cool night air of Manhattan it was as if a huge weight had been lifted 
off my shoulders. Looking to the sky with its star filled canvas I 
somehow knew that things would be ok from now on, something just seemed 
to be different. Back at the hotel my parents and Aunt sat in the bar, 
unwinding from the day's events. Being a little tired I headed to the 
room, settling down I turned the TV on and found a music channel before 
curling myself into the bed sheets and shutting my eyes. 

Hey there pretty angel where have you gone. You with your good heart and
soft tender touch. You with your sad blue eyes. Where have you gone? 
Here I am just sittin' here thinking. Thinking about your love and how 
I miss you so. How you showed me true love and how to love again. I 
miss you so; miss your smile; your face; your heart. 

Within seconds of hearing the first few words, I knew instantly that it
was Frank singing what he called “My Song.” Wide-awake now I listened 
intently with my mind firmly fixed upon Frank and the day I had been 
having, I could still see him singing it to me that night. 

Oh, my love come back to me. Oh, my dear sweet angel know I miss you so;
Know that my heart is yours. For now and always, my heart belongs to 
you. 

With me in my world and you in yours; Know that I will always love you;
And that my heart belongs to you. My heart and soul will always be 
yours. Know this much my dear sweet angel; 

Whatever may part us, Whatever may come between us; Wherever you may go,
I belong to you. Hey pretty angel, where have you gone? 

As the song came to an end, I lay back down; closing my eyes I smiled as
I drifted off to sleep thinking about Frank, falling into a deep well 
earned sleep. 

Moonlight Lovers. 

Standing looking at myself in the full length mirror in my bedroom I try
my hardest to find something positive to say about my dress and looks, 
but find it almost impossible. I look ok, I guess; I say to myself as I 
smooth my hand over the soft silk fabric of the deep blue evening dress 
I had only just purchased that morning. As I slipped the high heels I 
had also newly purchased on, taking one last long look in the mirror I 
had a million and one thoughts flood my mind at the same time. 

Would he be there? Was I making a complete fool of myself? What if I'm
not enough for him? Did he really want me there? 

Every time I thought I was getting better my lack of self confidence and
self esteem would rear its ugly head and bite me on the ass again! Now, 
as the night I had long since dreamed of looked to be coming true I was 
again struck with a bad case of nerves and self doubt what the hell 
would he see in me? I thought as I tried to calm myself with a small 
snack. 

Looking through the bare fridge I realised it was hopeless; I had two
options open to me. I could turn up as I was and pray he was there or I 
could stay in and hide like I normally did. As I stood staring blankly 
into the fridge the matter was took out of my hands as I heard a knock 
at the door, walking to my front door I was shocked to find my best 
friend stood there sobbing her eyes out on my doorstep. 

“I didn't know where else to go Gabby, he's left me!” She managed to sob
through the tears that had clearly been flowing all day, sighing deeply 
I invited her in and hugged her closely as he tears continued to fall. 

It has been three hours and still Sarah was crying, although the sobs
had become silent and less heavy there they were still flowing. 
Although I wanted to be there for my friend, somewhere in the back of 
my mind I was still thinking about the wonderful man who had asked me 
to join him that evening at the party. 

“I'd be honoured if you would be my guest tonight Gabby, it's going to
be a great party." He had said to me with a soft smile and kind eyes, 
the ones I had seen many times before but never this closely before. 
With thoughts raging through my mind I tried to think of my friend but 
when she noticed my attire after she had stopped crying, she asked me 
what was happening. 

“I've been invited to a party with...” Pausing, having no real idea what
to call him, I tried to choose my words carefully. 

“An old friend from the club. But it's ok honey, you let it all out.”
Hoping it would be enough I went and got us some more coffee, leaving 
her to composer herself and following me into the kitchen. 

“When do you have to be there Gabby?” Sarah asked, as she handed me the
milk. 

“In an hour, if I go.” I reply honestly, still trying to find a reason
to go to the party. 

“If it's him you are going with, you should go.” Was all she needed to
say, both of us knowing what the other was thinking right at that 
moment. 

Standing there I begun to think about all that I had gone through over
the past few months and how he had been there for me through all of it, 
how when I had been attacked he was the one who became my hero and 
saved my life. Throughout it all, he had been the one constant thing in 
my life and although I had feelings for him deep down which I couldn't 
explain the ones I could explain were just as strong. 

When I had needed a friend he was there for me and no matter what, I
knew that as long as I kept my feelings closely guarded we could have a 
great night. Finally making my mind up to go, Sarah dropped me off at 
the bar and wished me good luck. Smiling and thanking her I said I 
hoped I wouldn't need it and left for the party. 

Walking into my local bar on any other night would have been easy, but
this wasn't like any other night I had ever experienced and it wasn't 
easy. Standing in the doorway, my mind churning I felt a million and 
one different emotions running through my body all at once and while I 
tried my best to get them all straight in my mind I had no idea he 
would be feeling the same way. Sitting at the bar he would be going 
through hell in his mind, worrying that I wouldn't turn up and that I 
wouldn't want him among everything else that had seemingly become too 
much for him. 

“She'll be here mate, stop worrying!” John said as he put his hand on
Harry's shoulder and tried to comfort his friend, trying to smile but 
knowing it would never reach his lips Harry sat there with thoughts 
running through his already overloaded mind. Stood by the door I watch 
as John tries to comfort his friend, I am captivated by how uncertain 
Harry seems. He's always so confident, I think to myself as I can feel 
my own nerves begin to calm and steady themselves. Walking over to his 
side he turns before I reach him, smiling at each other my own sense of 
relief is relayed in his deep brown eyes. 

“You look stunning Gabby...” Harry said after a moment of silence, and
kissing me on the cheek he inhaled deeply revelling in my scent. 

“I wasn't sure if you were going to make it or not.” He said, blushing
at his own lack of confidence. 

“Of course I would Harry; I wouldn't miss this party for the world.” I
replied shyly, touched by his lack of confidence; glad that my own 
nerves were felt by him too. As the drinks were ordered and we had 
passed the time of day with each other the silence descended upon us 
both, leaving us feeling less confident than when we walked in. it was 
John that became out saviour, as he talked to us both and helped us 
both to feel at ease. 

“It should be a good party tonight; I've heard Becks will be there.”
John said as he noted the tension in the air, smiling at him I was 
about to reply when a mutual friend who worked in the bar's kitchens 
came running out towards us. 

“Gabby, we need you in the back. Jess had cut her hand badly; can you
come have a look at it?” Smiling at the fact I seemingly was never off 
duty; I nodded and followed him back to the kitchen. 

“What's up Harry? This isn't like you; you're normally all confident and
bold.” John asked the moment I had walked away, causing a small smile 
to pass over Harry's lips. 

“You know why John, normally I'm the one in control.” Sighing deeply,
Harry replied as John nodded; knowing only too well what he was 
feeling. 

“I've never felt like this, I don't know how to deal with it.” He
continued, for a few moments both were silent, before John spoke. 

“Be honest, tell her the truth and just relax!” Before either had the
chance to continue I appeared back at Harry's side. Running my hand 
softly up his back slightly caused him to jump slightly; turning to 
face me slightly there was a moment of silence between us. Nodding to 
Harry that he should talk to me, John made his excuses and left us 
alone to talk. 

“I'm so glad you have been there for me Gabby, when I lost Tina and the
kids I couldn't have got through it without you.” Pausing to compose 
himself Harry moved a little closer to me and took my hand in his, 
before taking a deep breath and continuing unsure where this would all 
end. 

“You know, when my business went through it's rough patch you were there
for me again. I really don't know what I'd do without you Gabby.” 
Wanting to say so much more, but unable to as the words got stuck in 
his throat Harry silently held my hand as he looked anywhere but into 
my eyes. 

“I feel the same way about you Harry...” I started to say as I felt him
squeeze my hand lightly, knowing I too wanted to say more I took a deep 
breath and tried to continue. 

“When I got attacked, it was you that I ran to and you that saved me.
And when my Nan passed away it was you who I cried on, your shoulder I 
leaned on.” Pausing again I felt Harry place his hand upon my back as 
he pulled me slightly into his warm embrace. 

“I feel the same way about you Harry, I don't think I could have made it
without you either.” I say as I deeply inhale his scent, feeling how he 
reacted to my arm going around his waist. I can feel him react and pull 
me closer as we both relax in each others company, kissing my forehead 
lightly but lingering for as long as he could Harry spoke. 

“It was nothing; I know you would always do the same for me Gabby.”
Feeling his genuine warmth and friendship, I felt like I could relax 
more and let tonight just take its course. 

As we travelled to the party and sat down to the meal the conversation
was flowing, as always we got on like a house on fire and found 
ourselves becoming even closer friends than we already were. 

“Did you see Stuart having a go at their manager last match?” Harry
asked as the first course came up, nodding as I say thank you to our 
waiter. 

“Yeah I did, we were standing close by wondering what he was going to do
next. Kay said she'd like to tan his behind and take his football 
away!” Smiling and laughing we sit and eat while the conversation 
continues to flow freely. 

“How did you get on with that meeting the other day Harry? I remember
you said it was bothering you about their uncertainty.” I ask as the 
main course comes up and we thank the waiter again, smiling at the 
waiter Harry waits a moment before replying. 

“Things were ok eventually, I thought they were going to mess me about
but it was ok in the end. It's such a relief though; we have been after 
the contract for years.” Talking about anything and everything we both 
felt incredible relaxed with each other, but there was still an 
underlying feeling that we were avoiding the one thing we needed to 
talk about most. 

As the desserts came and went, neither of us had broached the subject of
why we had both turned up to the party. When Harry had asked me to go 
with him my first thought was it would be as friends, but when he had 
the chance to take a girl I assumed was his girlfriend and he didn't I 
was kind of shocked. 

It is true that when I first met Harry I fell instantly in love with
him, but in all honesty there were very few women that couldn't fall 
for him. Six foot two inches with a very athletic and toned build, 
Harry had handsome boyish good looks that most women would fall for 
anyway. But when you added his good looks and charm to his sensitive 
nature and sense of humour, there were very few women who could resist. 


Harry's personality would be something else women loved, he was an
honest loyal loving old fashioned gentleman and it wouldn't be long 
after he lost Tina and the kids that women came calling so to speak. 
Sitting watching the others dance and get into the swing of the party, 
I sat with Harry talking about our lives. 

“What happened to Lucy? She seemed nice Harry; you could have brought
her here with you.” It wasn't that I didn't want to be here or that I 
didn't want to be with him, but my lack of confidence and self esteem 
would never allow me to believe that he was here with me because he 
wanted or liked me. 

“Would you rather that?” Harry replied, it wasn't meant but the coldness
and shortness in his tone was easy to spot. 

“Don't you want to be here with me?” He added with sadness and almost
disappointment, trying to search his eyes for what he was feeling Harry 
kept them fixed firmly to the table. 

“It's not that Harry, I just thought you two were an item. She's nice,
she likes you.” I said trying to smooth things over but knowing the 
damage had already been done, sighing deeply I could tell something was 
on his mind. 

“Yes she's very nice and I know she likes me, we're not an item as she's
not who I want.” Was all Harry said, and that's all it took for my 
heart to miss a beat. 

“I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean to...” Letting my voice trail off I knew
that anything I said now would not help; I'd already got it wrong. 

Smiling and looking at me, for a moment the silence fell between while
Harry tried to find the right words. 

“It's ok Gabby, I know what you meant. Lucy was a lovely young lady,
just not what I want.” He replied, taking my hand in his and trying to 
make me feel at ease. I wanted to press further but the moment was lost 
when John came back over, slumping down next to me I could tell he'd 
had a little more to drink than he should. 

“Hey sexy, wanna dance?” Grinning at me I knew he'd had a lot to drink,
but even though I said no I still got dragged to the dance floor. As we 
danced our way round the floor, laughing with each other and giggling 
like children I could feel Harry's eyes on me. All the time I danced 
his eyes were on me, watching me studying me intently. Both I and John 
were aware of this and as a slow song came on and we moved into a close 
embrace as we dance, he spoke. 

“You know Harry was really glad you could make it, he wouldn't have
wanted to be here with anyone else.” John said as he moved closer to my 
ear, inhaling the scent wafting up the nape of my neck. As I hear him 
sighing slightly I can sense this conversation could take a dangerous 
turn if I didn't watch things, pulling back slightly I smile and answer 
him. 

“I'm glad I could make it too, and that Harry invited me. I was a little
shy and nervous I admit, but Harry is great at making me relaxed.” I 
say trying to smile and stop my overactive imagination working 
overtime, knowing that both I and John couldn't go down this road 
especially after the last time. Although when I first met both Harry 
and John it was Harry I fell for it was John that I dated, not that I 
didn't like John too it was just that I wanted Harry right from the 
start. 

While Harry was a good friend and happily married it was John that I was
getting closer to, and it was John that broke my heart. Not that I 
would ever let him know that of course! John was known for having a 
‘roving eye' and when I had taken about as much as I could I would 
confront John, we would fight and he would walk away from me. While it 
did hurt me and I did feel betrayed I soon realised that I was being a 
little over protective, especially since he had never strayed. 

Over the years we would talk and make up, but never again would either I
or John ever be able to get back to a relationship with each other. As 
the song finished I thanked John and walked back to the table, noting 
how Harry who had been watching me intently seemed to smile more as I 
walked back to his side. 

Before I got the chance to sit down Harry was up off his feet and
holding his hand out to me, smiling as he spoke. 

“Would you care to dance with me now Gabby?” Nodding I take his hand and
follow as Harry leads me to the dance floor, pulling me into his arms 
as the music starts to play. We dance close and talk, I note how well 
Harry dances. 

“I never knew you could dance so well Harry.” I say as we twirl around
and slowly gyrate to the seductive sounds of the amazing live singer 
called Cat, feeling him pulling me closer as the lights dim even more 
and the songs begin to slow more. Smiling into my hair as he pulls me 
close, Harry replied. 

“I love dancing, just don't get the chance to do it as much as I would
like to.” Holding me in his arms Harry knows he needs to be honest and 
tell me what he really feels but actually finding the right words could 
be easier said than done, sighing I can sense Harry has something on 
his mind. 

“What's wrong Harry?” I ask as I pull back slightly, noticing the vacant
look in his eyes. I began to worry that maybe something was wrong, or 
that he didn't want to be here with me anymore. The other thing that 
went through my mind was the way John had gotten a little too close to 
me again, I had always had a good relationship with both John and Harry 
but after I split up with John things always had an ‘atmosphere' 
between us all. 

“Nothing's wrong Gabby, I just...” Harry started, having no real idea
what he wanted to say. He knew he wanted to tell Gabby he loved her but 
getting that into the right words could be easier said than done, 
looking at her he knew in his heart he couldn't let her walk away 
tonight without telling her how he felt. Taking a deep breath Harry 
felt like it was now or never, pulling me close slightly he spoke. 

“Take a walk outside with me Gabby? I want to talk, but can't with the
music so loud.” Ok it may have been a little bit of a fib, but Harry 
knew he could never say what he wanted here and now. Nodding I follow 
Harry outside of the hall and over to the park across the road, walking 
in comfortable silence both well aware of the heightened atmosphere 
surrounding them. Walking through the park I notice the bright 
moonlight that is shining down upon us, sighing at its beauty I slip my 
arm through his instinctively. 

“It's a beautiful night isn't it Harry?” I say, trying to get
comfortable with the silence that is surrounding us both. 

“Yes it is, very romantic don't you think Gabby?” Harry replied, trying
to find the right words. Not really answering but taking in the beauty 
of it all we walk over and sit on a nearby bench, sitting closely 
together. 

“Gabby?” Harry started to say; hoping he would be right and that I would
not reject him and would feel the same way. Turning slightly to face 
him I noticed how Harry couldn't look me in the eyes, hoping I was 
wrong and that he felt the same way I did. 

“I meant what I said about not being able to do this without you Gabby;
you have been there so much for me.” Pausing to gather his thoughts, 
Harry took a deep breath and prayed he was right. 

“I'm glad you could make it tonight also, I was worried that you
wouldn't want to be with me. It's been a long time Gabby; I am a little 
out of practise here!” Seeing his smile I can sense that he's trying to 
stop his nerves and make him feel more at ease, wanting to say 
something and put him at ease I take his hand in my own and go to 
speak. 

“Please Gabby let me finish, I need to say this. When I said it wasn't
Lucy I wanted to be here with I meant it, it's you.” Taking a deep 
breath he goes to speak again but finds the words get stuck in his 
throat, staring back out over the moonlit park trying to calm himself. 

“What are you telling me Harry?” I ask, hoping that he feels the same
way I do. 

Sighing and taking a deep breath while still trying to find the right
words Harry lets go of my hand and gets up from the bench, walking over 
to the side of the lake. Watching the moonlight dance across the water 
Harry got lost in the moment trying to find the words to say I love you 
he never noticed I had walked over to his side and was now stood 
slightly behind him, looking out over the same moonlit lake taking in 
its silent beauty. 

I can hear his deep sighs as I realised he was trying to find the
correct words to say how he felt, and although I had hardly any 
confidence or self esteem I felt that maybe; just maybe he felt the 
same way about me. Should I risk it and say something? I thought to 
myself, it would be the first time I had ever been bold and said how I 
felt. Even when I was seeing John, I never once told him how I felt 
first because I never could. Taking a deep breath I spoke, hoping to 
find the courage from somewhere deep inside. 

“Dance with me Harry?” Looking at me questioningly Harry turned to face
me, holding my arms out so he could take me in his own. Nodding Harry 
pulled me into his arms and we started to sway gently to the music in 
our minds, letting the mood and the romance of the evening wash over 
us. Feeling the emotions of the evening washing over him, Harry took a 
deep breath and went to say the words he'd been longing to say even 
since the two had first met. 

“Gabby, I've been longing to tell you how I feel. Every since we first
met I have wanted to tell you I like you a lot and want to be with 
you.” Wanting to say those three words Harry sighed at only being able 
to say that he liked her, loosening his arms and grip from around her 
waist he prayed she wouldn't back away. 

“I feel the same way about you Harry, it was you I wanted and you I
wished I could have been with. You must know by now that I have fallen 
for you?” There I had said it, I had told the truth. Staying in his 
arms we both stood still, facing each other our hearts beating as one. 
Silence surrounding us, neither needing to speak our eyes conveyed all 
they needed to say. 

“Oh God Gabby, I feel the same way! I have been in love with you since
we first met.” Harry now felt able to say as he pulled me closer into 
his warm embrace, cupping my face in his hands gently he lays a soft 
tender assault of light kisses upon my lips. Slowly the kisses became 
more passionate and longer until we softly kissed a true lovers kiss, 
feeling and hearing him moan slightly against my lips made my own 
desire rise. Feeling his passions and desire growing caused me to 
shiver, pulling away he spoke. 

“Are you cold my love? Here take my jacket.” Taking the jacket from
around his body Harry wrapt it around my cold body, feeling loved as he 
gently kissed my forehead. 

Taking me by the hand Harry led me off back toward the hall and hotel
that would be our accommodation for the evening, smiling to the doorman 
as we walked inside. Assuming we would be going for a quiet drink I was 
almost disappointed when we headed to the elevator, then moments later 
I was shocked as me headed straight for the top floor knowing that 
neither of our rooms were here. 

“Where are we going Harry?” I ask as he just smiles at me and tells me
to wait, chuckling to himself when I pull a face that says I can't 
wait. Walking out of the lift Harry takes me by the hand and we head 
off in the direction of the penthouse suite, stopping at the door he 
takes a silk blindfold from his pocket and questioningly moves towards 
me. Nodding I turn slightly so Harry can blindfold me, after doing do 
he leads me forward as I assume we are heading inside the penthouse 
suite. 

“Just a little further my darling, and then we can take the blindfold
off.” Harry's words sooth me and make me feel strangely calm and serene 
and as I came to a stand still I didn't feel as scared as I thought I 
would, even when Harry let go of me for a few moments I was still 
amazingly calm and relaxed. 

Taking the blindfold from my eyes, Harry stood holding me in his arms
from behind as I adjusted to my surroundings. The room was decked out 
with scented candles and soft music playing in the background, although 
the room was very minimalist in it furnishings what it did have made it 
feel very cosy. 

There was a balcony where the double doors had been opened and the
moonlight shone inside, a table sat with two chairs and my favourite 
wine sat chilling in the cooler sat upon the table joined with two lead 
crystal cut glass glasses. Feeling the romance of the night 
overwhelming my already overloaded thoughts I shivered again, causing 
Harry to pull me closer and kiss my neck gently. 

“You should see our bedroom my dear sweet Gabrielle” Harry soft accent
seemed to be smoother as his softly continued to caress my body and 
kiss my neck, leaning into him I close my eyes and just get washed away 
with the emotions of the evening. Taking me by the hand a leading me to 
the balcony Harry pours us a glass of wine each and as we stand 
watching the moon shining bright in the sky I can feel myself fall 
further in love with the man stood there searching my eyes. 

“Here's to a long and most passionate romance.” Harry says as he raises
his glass in a toast to our relationship, knowing it could never feel 
wrong I join in the toast as I stare out over the beautiful view from 
our balcony. Taking my hand in his after we had finished our drink, 
Harry leads me off to our bedroom. Inside I find there's more scented 
candles in here, a king size four poster bed with silk sheets that are 
covered with red and pink rose petals. 

Feeling Harry's kiss upon my neck I again shiver at his touch, safe in
his arms I give myself to him as I had wanted to do so many times in 
the past, finally feeling whole once again. 

The Knight's Pledge. 

He lays down his sword At the foot of his King And says “I am yours To
command anything.” 

“I give you my life I will serve evermore My loyalty is to you King of
all, my Lord.” 

“Send me into battle And I will surely go Lead me into darkness I will
defeat my foe.” 

“Wherever you lead me Whenever you call me I will abide by your command
I will answer to you only.” 

He kneels before his King Surrendering all strife The pledge of his
service The pledge of his life 

The King rises from the throne And smiles at his loyal knight, “Heed the
command I give to you: Go forth and be a light!” 

Christmas Kisses Under the Mistletoe. (A WtD FanFic written by me, but
using the Waking the Dead characters.) 

The team had just finished their last case and it had taken its toll on
all of them, not least of all Grace. Grace had seemingly gone through 
hell over the course of the last six months which culminated in this 
nasty case of gangland killings, something Boyd was aware of but not 
the others in the team was how Grace's violent ex was part of the same 
gang that had been targeted. Over the course of the case Boyd would 
often ask after Grace, making sure she was still ok not just to 
continue the case but also in general. 

The pair had been good friends ever since the Unit had been started up,
both had knowledge of each other's reputations and both had been more 
than a little eager to work with the other. As Boyd walked out into the 
crisp cold winter air he pulled the collar of his coat up and wrapped 
his jacket tighter around him, he hated Christmas time and was not 
looking forward to heading into the City. 

Okay, he knew what he wanted to do but it's just he hated Shopping at
the best of times, he wasn't very good at it if he was honest but when 
you added Christmas time into the fray as well Boyd realised this could 
be a disaster. 

Back in the Unit Grace sat in her office and tried to relax and get her
mind off the case the team had just finished, it had been a rough case 
for all involved but it was Grace that would suffer the most. Only Boyd 
knew the real reasons and it had been he that she would seek out when 
things would get too much for her or if she just needed to talk to 
someone, and although he could be annoying at times Grace would be glad 
of Boyd and his friendship. 

Grace had known of Boyd's glowing reputation for a while, many of the
colleagues she worked with over the years have spoken of Peter Boyd and 
his work ethic. When he had asked her to go and work for him, she had 
felt honoured and proud that her own reputation had reached him. What 
she wasn't expecting was how her feelings would overwhelm her once they 
had first met, she wasn't expecting to feel emotions that she thought 
had long since died within her the moment he took her hand and 
introduced himself to her when they first met at her ‘interview.' 
Putting her glasses on the files in front of her and closed her eyes 
for a moment trying to clear her thoughts. 

Walking around the shops getting shoved and pushed from pillar to post
as he searched for something that said how he felt, Boyd wished he was 
better at everything and then he wouldn't need to be here getting 
madder and stressed out. As some old lady ran over his foot with her 
shopping trolley and another jabbed him in the side with her umbrella 
Boyd did his best to think calming thoughts, reminding himself often 
that this was for Grace and that he couldn't leave without something 
for her. 

Boyd knew he had never been that great at buying things for women,
especially those he cared about but now he found himself in the 
position he was and if he was honest it scared the hell out of him. It 
wasn't the only thing that worried him if he was honest with himself, 
the feelings he had always felt for Grace was something he had tried to 
deny and fight. But now he felt that he could no longer deny these 
feelings any longer, especially after it was clear to even him that 
they needed each other. Smiling to himself as he walked past the 
jewellery department Boyd couldn't help but venture in and have a look, 
maybe he would find what he was looking for inside. 

As Grace sat trying to clear her mind of not only the recent case but
also the feelings she was having for Boyd her phone rang causing Grace 
to sigh as she answered the phone, surprised by the voice for a moment 
on the other end of the line. 

“Hi Mum, how are you?” Grace smiled as she heard Frankie's friendly
voice on the line. 

“Frankie! It's so good to hear from you, we are fine but how's things
with you?” Grace did her best to avoid answering how she was feeling, 
mainly because she herself didn't know the answer! As the two talked 
about everything but what both really wanted to say, both could relax 
and forget about their already overloaded thoughts. Finally Frankie 
took a deep breath and said what she had been longing to say ever since 
she had picked the phone and called Grace. 

“Grace, I wanted to call for another reason other than it's Christmas.”
Grace knew that moment the concern she had felt when she first picked 
the phone up was for a reason. 

“What is it Frankie?” As the two woman talked the shock became evident
on Grace's face and she would suggest the pair met which thankfully 
Frankie agree would be a good idea. 

As Boyd spotted it sparkling away in the glass cabinet, he knew
instantly that it was perfect for Grace. It said everything he wanted 
to say and everything he felt perfectly, the only trouble was he didn't 
know how to put it into words. As Boyd stood purchasing the piece of 
sparkling jewellery he thought about how long it had been since he had 
felt such butterflies inside of him, that and how he missed Mel and 
Frankie. 

Although it had been two years now the pain and regret he still felt was
all too real, and part of the reason he was seeking professional help 
in the form of anger management. Realising his own sadness rising 
inside of him Boyd concentrated on the present that the sales assistant 
was wrapping, smiling and thanking the assistant Boyd paid and left 
heading for the restaurant to make the booking in readiness for 
tonight. 

As he returned to the Unit he met Grace heading the other way, hiding
her gift behind his back Boyd spoke. 

“Hi Grace, of somewhere nice?” 

“Well yes actually, I'm off out to lunch with our good friend Dr.
Wharton.” Grace replied as she saw the gift Boyd tried to hide behind 
his back, hoping inside it was for her. Smiling as the pair walked away 
from each other Boyd laid the reservations on her desk for when she got 
back from lunch. 

Spotting Frankie the moment she walked in Grace walked a little faster
as she approached her friend's side and spoke. 

“Frankie, it's great to see you! So what are you drinking?” After the
drinks had been ordered the pair had sat talking about anything and 
everything but what both were there for, until Frankie took a deep 
breath and spoke. 

“You know as much as I love our small talk, that isn't why I asked you
here.” Pausing so she could get what she was about to say right in her 
own mind first, Frankie took a deep breath before she continued. 

“A few months after I left here I was still down and hurting about Mel
and everything...” Pausing so she could choose her words correctly 
before continuing. 

“I met a guy and we got on well, and well the result was a daughter.”
Wanting to say more and what she had come for but sensing Grace's shock 
she stopped. 

“Oh Frankie, wow. That's an awful lot for me to take in.” Was all Grace
could say as the two friends sat drinking their coffees, taking another 
deep breath Frankie went on. 

“There is more Grace. Although I know it is a little late I wanted to
ask if you minded me calling her Amelia Grace?” 

Overwhelmed by the thought that someone close wanted to name their child
after her brought a tear to Grace's eye and as she took her hankie from 
her pocket Frankie spoke again. 

“Aww Grace, please don't cry on me! There is something else I wanted to
ask, not just you but Boyd too.” As Grace stopped crying she could feel 
herself smile at the sound of his name, thinking to herself how daft it 
was that she; a grown woman should felt so like a love sick teenager 
made Grace smile slightly more. 

“Will you and Boyd be Godparents to her?” Grace's head shot up and her
eyes widened as she let Frankie's words sink in, trying to find the 
words she had was searching for caused Grace to open and close her 
mouth several times before she was able to pull herself together and 
speak. 

“Frankie, I would be so delighted and honoured to be your daughter's
Godmother, I can't speak for Boyd though I am sure he will feel the 
same.” 

“You mean, you two still haven't become more than just friends? Aww
Grace, he so fancies you!” Frankie was never shy in saying what she 
felt and this was one of those times when she wouldn't hold back. 

“Frankie!” Grace said as both women looked shocked and sensing that
Grace would give nothing away Frankie held her hands up in defeat and 
spoke. 

“Ok Grace ok, just promise me you will stop by tonight and meet your new
baby Goddaughter?” Nodding the two women finished their coffees and 
headed back to the Unit. As soon as they walked in Boyd knew his plans 
that evening may not work out as he planned and as Frankie came in and 
wanted to talk to him all Boyd could do was think of Grace and how he 
desperately wanted this evenings plans to work out. 

“.... So, Grace has already agreed to be Godmother. I was wondering if
you would be her Godfather.” Frankie's words brought Boyd out of his 
daydream quickly and for a moment he just sat there silently staring at 
Frankie while opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the correct 
words for her. 

“You're a mother?” Was all he could say, still sat in shock. 

“Christ Boyd, didn't you listen? I just told you.” Rolling her eyes in
much the same way Mel would have done, Frankie sighed and spoke again. 

“I said I had a daughter called Amelia Grace and I wanted you and Grace
to be her Godparents.” Shaking her head as she smiled over Boyd's 
inability to concentrate, Frankie asked him what he thought. Beaming 
with pride Boyd got up out of his seat and walked over to Frankie who 
had also rose from her chair. 

Taking her in his arms and congratulating her Boyd spoke. “Frankie, I am
so flattered you asked me and of course I would be delighted to be 
Godfather to little Amelia Grace.” Trying not to let his tears fall 
Boyd pulled away as Frankie spoke once more. 

“It would be great if you could meet your Goddaughter tonight after
work?” The smile that had been present upon Boyd's face had quickly 
disappeared as he realised what Frankie was asking him, not wanting to 
let her or his new Goddaughter down Boyd felt torn as he too didn't 
want this chance; maybe his one last chance with Grace to slip away. 
Taking a deep breath Boyd spoke. 

“I would love to be there, but I had planned on taking someone out to
dinner tonight.” Not sure if Grace would except or not also kept Boyd 
from being more positive in his plan. 

“Oh it's alright Boyd, why don't you come round tomorrow night after
work?” Frankie was understandable upset but understood that after all 
he had gone through in his life he too had just as much right to 
happiness as anyone else. Nodding an agreement Frankie left and went 
off to talk to Spence who was just a shocked and pleased to see his 
friend. 

Grace had been sat in her office for a while now and although she knew
it was doing her no good and she wasn't getting any work done she just 
couldn't take her eyes from the reservation that lay in front of her, 
picking it up and running her fingers over it she could sense her 
heartbeat increasing as she studied it in more detail. 

She knew the scruffy handwriting on it anywhere, so the last thing she
needed to do was ask who had sent it. Maybe after all these years she 
would finally be able to tell him what she had been keeping locked deep 
inside all the years they had been colleagues and friends, maybe that 
gift he had tried to hide really was for her. Although she felt happy 
for a moment Grace now felt sad that she would have to cancel on Boyd, 
she had already made arrangements to see Frankie and her Goddaughter. 

Knowing it would hurt him to cancel Grace waited until the end of the
day and both had five minutes alone. Taking a deep breath as she walked 
out of her office and headed towards Boyd's office, saying goodbye to 
both Stella and Spence as they left for home. Walking straight in 
without knocking alerted Boyd to the fact that she wanted to talk and 
stopped what he was doing and headed to the sofa Grace had sat down on. 


“I hope you don't mind me booking up before I asked you, but I thought
we could go grab dinner after work?” Boyd's palms were sweaty and as he 
tried to slow his breathing and heartbeat down he prayed she couldn't 
sense the nerves he had deep within him. Taking a deep breath and 
knowing he would be disappointed Grace spoke, not daring to look up at 
him. 

“Peter I'm sorry, but I have already promised Frankie I would go round
and see her tonight. I am sure you will understand?” Praying and hoping 
that he would, feeling the sadness rise deep within him Boyd tried with 
all he had to find the right words for her. Inside he wanted to say 
that yes he did mind and that he wanted to go out with her instead, but 
Boyd knew he couldn't do that and instead he finally managed to say 
that it was ok and it didn't matter. As Grace got up to leave she felt 
his heart break along with her own sadness and pain, as she turned to 
leave Boyd called after her. 

“I wanted to give this to you tonight.” As she turned around Boyd handed
Grace the gift-wrapped present she had seen him hide earlier, causing 
her heart to break further. 

“It's just a little something to say how much you mean to me and that I
appreciate all that you do for me, well all of us really.” Knowing he 
wasn't making it any better or easier Boyd handed the gift over and 
walked outside to the main office as he tried to find something to make 
him look busy. 

Opening the gift Grace's eyes fell upon the most beautiful diamond
necklace she had ever seen, taking it from the box Grace was transfixed 
as to how it sparkled and caught the light. Thinking about how she felt 
and the things he had just said to her Grace felt terrible for turning 
him down and was in two minds as to if she should call Frankie or not, 
sensing that if she did Frankie would only tease her about it. Walking 
out into the main office she saw how Boyd tried his best to keep busy 
and not turn round to face her, taking a deep breath she spoke. 

“Peter, this necklace is so beautiful. You really shouldn't have, but I
am most grateful. Maybe I could wear it when we go for dinner 
tomorrow?” Hoping this would ease the atmosphere between the pair 
somewhat. Shaking his head Boyd spoke. 

“I told Frankie I was going out tonight so, I will be seeing my; our
Goddaughter tomorrow night.” Smiling at what she could tell was 
Frankie's way of match making, Grace walked over to Boyd's side and 
noticed the piece of mistletoe hanging about Spencer's chair. Smiling 
to herself at how the charming DI Spencer Jordan had placed it there 
while getting into the festive sprit earlier on in the day. Smiling as 
Boyd turned round he went to ask what was wrong and then followed 
Grace's eyes upwards. 

Smiling the self same smile Grace was Boyd went to speak and then
stopped, taking a deep breath he needed to say it as it was a now or 
never moment for him. 

“Grace?” He started. 

“Yes Peter?” Grace felt she knew where this was going and was unsure as
to how she would handle it, after all it had been a long time for both 
she knew that but after they had both kept their feelings secret Grace 
was unsure if now would be the right time. 

“Grace, you know that it is customary to kiss when you are under
mistletoe?” Was all that Boyd could think to say, ok he knew he wanted 
to say more but he just couldn't find the words he needed to say what 
he felt. Smiling at his shyness and boldness Grace looked up into his 
deep brown eyes and saw the little lost puppy dog routine his eyes 
seemed to do so well and instantly felt her desires and emotions rise 
within her. 

“We could just go to Frankie's together? After all I am sure that is
what she really wanted.” Grace tried to fight the urge she had deep 
down to take Boyd and kiss him passionately, after all he is the king 
of the mixed signals! Grace thought to herself as she tried to 
concentrate on anything but what she was feeling deep inside. Smiling 
Boyd took Grace in his arms and pulled her closer into his chest and 
spoke. 

“I agree Grace, but do I not get a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe
first before we go?” Smiling and looking into her deep passionate blue 
eyes Boyd feel like a child again and put on his best ‘puppy dog eyes' 
routine, hoping and praying they would work this time. Smiling as she 
looked deep into his eyes and tried not to fall any deeper Grace nodded 
slightly and moved forward, as Boyd did the same the pair were inches 
away from each other's lips when both stopped as if to tease each other 
Grace turned around and asked Boyd to fasten her necklace. 

Sensing how he smiled and almost sighed through disappointment Grace
held her hair up and moved her head slightly so her neck was visible, 
and an easy target for Boyd's tender soft lips to gently attack once he 
had fastened the necklace. As he brought his lips away from Grace's 
neck he felt how she shivered and shuddered with pleasure at his touch, 
gently caressing her neck he moved his lips to her ear and spoke in a 
soft whisper. 

“I can't tell you how long I have wanted to do that to you Gracie, you
are so beautiful.” Kissing her neck again Grace was almost overwhelmed 
by the pleasure and desire it had created within her, it had taken her 
by surprise just like her the first time she had felt the passion, 
which he evoked within the very first time they had met. 

“I feel the same Peter.” Was all she could manage as he again kissed her
neck gently and then turned her so she was facing him, unable to look 
into his eyes at first until he gently took her face and lifted it to 
meet his own. Gently stroking the side of her cheek with his free hand 
Boyd smiled as he went to say the words he had been longing to say but 
trying to keep secret since they had first met. 

“Grace I have always had feelings for you, you must know that?” As she
blushed he took it that she didn't, and as he sighed and pulled her 
close he spoke. 

“Oh Gracie, I have always loved you. Since the day we met I knew I would
never be happy until you were with me.” Kissing her forehead Grace felt 
loved, wanted and safe like never before. And like never before she 
felt ready to let someone into her heart again as she pulled away 
slightly she spoke. 

“I feel the same way Peter, I have done since we first met. I never
thought you would ever feel the same way about me!” Smiling and 
blushing at how daft it sounded Grace went to pull away but Boyd pulled 
her back, for a moment she looked into his eyes questioningly until she 
saw his cheeky smile. 

“Shut up and kiss me Peter.” Was all it took before Boyd took the hint
and did as he was instructed to do. Pulling Grace gently into his arms, 
Boyd's lips softly touched her own lips as the pair kissed a true 
lovers kiss under the mistletoe. 

As their kissing became more and more passionate, Grace stroked Boyd's
back through his shirt causing his desire to react and show her he was 
more than a little happy to be there, kissing her back with all the 
passion he could muster while trying to keep his desires in check Boyd 
ran his soft hands down Grace's side as felt how she again shivered and 
shuddered at his touch. 

Knowing they should both stop and realising they both had somewhere else
to be didn't seem to be enough for either to want to stop, after all 
they were both happy and enjoying these emotions and feelings being 
created by each other deep within their souls. As first Grace, then 
Boyd's and finally the office phones rang both knew they must stop. 

And as both finally pulled away both were more than a little relieved to
find the other having just as hard time of catching the breath as the 
other. In almost silent shock the pair got their stuff and left the 
office as they reached both their cars Boyd pulled Grace into his arms 
once more and spoke. 

“God Gracie, I love you!” As he held her there in his arms Grace spoke. 

“And I love you Peter.” In the silence both didn't want this moment to
end but as their phones rang again both knew it must, getting into his 
car the pair smiled and kissed once more before heading off in the 
direction of Frankie's flat knowing that the kiss they had shared under 
the mistletoe would last a long time maybe even forever! 

You Could be. 

You could be The making of me Please love me if you have the time
There's so much I can be Build me up, set me free Take me, Make me. 
Don't break me Be mine 

You could be The love that I need A love I could never define Something
new, something true Something I see in you Hold me, own me, I'm lonely 
Be mine 

You should be The other half to me Together we would be divine Without,
I'm so blue I only want you Be there, be fair, just care and Be mine 

His Ways. 

His ways catch my eye I watch him all times. My thoughts in solitude
start to run in rhymes. 

His kiss like a lover's sigh leaving me an appetite to be wined and
wooed beneath his spell all night. 

His laughter brings smiles unconsciously to my lips. I feel a liquid
heart pound down to fingertips. 

no need for woman's wiles he's a natural man, he ends every start in a
way only he can. 

His ways catch my soul I love him all times and the rhythm of my pulse
starts to run in rhymes.


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