Optimist

Fiddler's Green

I was very aware when she almost leaned against me, and would have welcomed it. As it was, I could not let her comment go unchallenged. I said, under my breath, but loud enough to be heard, "Your wrong." Even before I loved her, I knew she was gorgeous. I still think so.

Anyway, I ended up driving on the way back. I had never driven a truck before, and was not quite used to being so far off the ground. As we drove along the back roads, headed toward the highway, she invited me to visit her family. Of course, I had already invited myself, to some extend, but I envisioned simply interviewing her family, not being asked to dinner. "Of course I'll come." How could I not.

It was late at night, by the time we hit the highway and I was feeling a bit tuckered and I could tell my companion was getting tired also. We talked some more to pass the time. I can't remember all of what we talked about now, but I can remember feeling very contented. Being with her was like being with someone I had known for years. We just clicked. I remember thinking at the time that if I wasn't going to be there for such a short time, I would have invited her on a date. As it was though, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head.

It was after midnight when we pulled into her driveway. I remember walking her to her door, and an awkward moment, before I leaned forward and gave her a quick hug. In the moment I quite forgot about my resolve to pay her. I am glad I did now, because she probably would have been insulted. I also remember feeling very lonely on the way back to my room over the pub.

The next day went well, in terms of my photo shoot, but I missed Alice's vivacious presence. I looked forward to seeing her the next day, more than I can say. The time went very slowly. On the day I was to meet her family, I caught her last set at the pub, and had the pleasure of seeing her dance again. It is a sight which I still enjoy to this day. As I sat in the audience of half drunk Canadian's, I had a feeling that I would really miss her when I left. It was the first time I found myself wondering about extending my stay deliberately, even if my work was done.

Witness Protection

"Rafael nodded. Yup, he is always like this. I've never seen him relax." Seth glared over at Rafael, who quite ignored him. "Sounds like a pleasant enough way to pass the time. I have read your file of course, but that is never the full story. Why don't you tell me your story and I will tell you mine. " He smiled at her amicable.

Seth finally stopped his pacing and settled on the arm of a chair. He sat tensely, his fingers drumming on his knee. Rafael watched him with mild amusement, wondering if he relaxed at all on his days off. They had never hang out together socially.

Lavender Green (kittenlover and I)

Bert thought it best not to tell the truth. If the man knew he wanted to see his daughter, he was likely to ask to many questions. That was the last thing that he needed. He quickly and sNmoothly lied. "I think I have the wrong house sir. Do forgive the intrusion."

He turned and headed back to his car. Soon he was across town, at the barn. He hopped just outside the barn and ran inside. The barn was not yet decorated, as it had been when he first saw it. There were kids working on the decorations, up on ladders. He cast his eyes around, looking for Rose.

Gut Instincts

He thought for a moment before speaking. "We should definitely move at night only. If we move carefully and slowly, we should still get to the school before morning." He offered his hand and helped her stand. "Come on and try to avoid any streetlights and such." Soon the two of them were headed out of the graveyard looking around for any sign of an enemy. So far no one had taken a shot at them, from out of the darkness, but Tom was tense. He felt that it might come at any minute, killing him or the girl he had found in the graveyard. "Keep going," he whispered as they neared the gas station he had hide in

Suddenly, across the street, he saw a shadow moving. Without saying a word, he clamped a hand over the girl's mouth and pulled her to the ground. "Keep still," he hissed. "There's something or someone out there."

Lavender Green (kittenlover and I)

When Bert woke to the same day over again, he found himself laying in bed crying. It had been to much to see Rose die twice already. Surely he could not survive a third time, watching the woman that he was sure he loved die. He decided to track her down earlier than the dance. He scarfed down an quick breakfast of toast, and then started the long drive over to her county.

When he arrived in town, he went to the first business he saw, a dinner, and got out of his car. The dinner was metal sided and square. He entered and looked around to see if he could spot her. When he could not, he went up to the first local he saw, an large man with a full beard, and asked "Sir, do you know where Rose Tyler lives. Within minutes, he knew her address and that her father was the mayor, He did not know how he was supposed to get past her father, but he had to try.

A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of a white Victorian house, with a wide front porch. He got out of his car and walked up to the porch. He was nervous and unsure of what he would say, but he needed to save her this time. Bert reached out and rang the door bell.

Crimson Tide (MegaraFoxfire and I)

Roger thought it a horrid thing to have lived through. He knew what he would feel like if he had survived and all the men under his command died. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it slightly. "What is this curse you speak of. How could a curse keep you alive?" He waited patiently for her to answer, unsure if she really believed she was cursed or not. He was unsure if he believed in real curses, but the fact that she had survived when all her men had died, was certainly miraculous.

Witness Protection

Seth closed the curtains in the living room as the other two made their way inside. Rafael locked the door and dead bolted it. They both nodded at each other and then Rafael sat down in one of the comfortable chairs, after taking off his suit coat. Seth continued to pace, as if something serious was about to happen. It irritated Rafael. He could never figure out why his partner was so uptight. They had been working together for a few years now and he had never seen Seth not being a full on agent.

Rafael gestured to the chair next to his. "Sit down Mrs. Powers. We're going to be together for a couple of weeks, so we might as well get to know each other."

Witness Protection

I am not sure why I made Seth so... cold. He is not my usual character. If she ends up more interested in Rafael, that is fine with me. We can wait and see how things work out.

Fiddler's Green

The fact was that I did want to have her tagging along. It had been a productive day, being guided around by a vivacious and beautiful woman. Somehow the thought of going it alone the next day was not that appealing. In the past I had always tried to work alone if possible, so as not to absorb other peoples' impressions while I took photos. Somehow working with her had been different though. Things seemed to have more meaning with her there.

When she shoved me, I shoved her right back. I supposed that I was flirting too. Anyway, I was very aware of how closed we were on the hood of the truck, while I took the pictures out of a pocket on my vest. There were four pictures which I had chosen from the dozens of pictures I had taken. They represented the best ones, and I planned to put every one of them in my book. One was a closeup of her face, which seemed transported by the joy of the dance. Another was almost a side on view, with her pale legs flashing against the dark backdrop of the pub. The last two were straight on. I held them out to her one at a time, looking at her face to gauge her reactions. Somehow it was important to me that she liked the pictures as much as I did.

It was a little dark to see the pictures, so I took a small flashlight out of my pocket, and shined it on the pictures as she looked at them. At first, she did not react, and I waited with baited to see if she liked them. Since that time, I have spent a lot of time, enjoying her reactions to my photographs. When she is pleased with a shot, it makes my day and I can always trust her to be bluntly honest with me, something which is not always true of others in the industry.

But I digress. She was looking at the pictures, and I was waiting for her response.

The Comatose Kingdom

Toaw said
You however are an optimist :P

This is true...