Well well well :)
Jun. 14th, 2007 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyofavalon77_ila_ that was submitted oh so many moons ago! I apoligize, _ila_...you've been so faithful to stick with me so I hope you like the answers :D So You Think You Can Dance results were tonight but I taped it and haven't seen them yet. I'll get back to you with that on Friday!!! It's almost here and I'm going to see Fantastic Four on Saturday as well as be off on Monday. How cool is that!! Now for some fanfic!Disclaimer: Reality was not taken into account when writing this so please treat it as the fluff piece it was meant to be. Thank you!
Unexpected
"We're losing him!" the ambulance medic shouted as they raced toward the nearest hospital, blood all over his hands as he tried to pump the former president's chest to get his heart started again while watching the monitors closely for any sign of life. Wait a moment...something was wrong. Leaning forward to examine the readings more closely, the medic suddenly found a needle full of anesthesia protruding from his neck as he stumbled to the back of the ambulance and passed out.
"How long till we reach the drop off point?" Charles Logan demanded, expertly pulling the IV out of his arm while turning off the heart monitor.
"Thirty minutes. We'll crash the ambulance and make it look like an accident," the driver told him, glancing in the rear view mirror to see if they were being followed.
"Excellent. We're right on schedule," the former president replied, a note of approval in his voice as he unrolled an ace bandage he found in one of the cabinets.
"How bad are you hurt?" his accomplice inquired, concern in his voice but careful to keep his eyes on the road.
"I'll live," he informed the man wryly, wincing as he expertly wrapped the cloth around his shoulder to staunch the bleeding. "Martha certainly knows how to handle a knife...a few centimeters to the right and she would have hit my heart."
"I thought it was just supposed to be a diversion so you could shake your secret service detail."
"It was...but we needed to make it look real. We had a former Secret Service veteran of thirty years in the room with us. Anything less than an actual stab wound would have raised serious doubts about the legitimacy of the attack. I'm not worried though...Martha can handle Aaron."
A few minutes later and they arrived at their destination, an abandoned farm house off the main thorough fare hidden behind a strategically placed grove of trees that blocked it from immediate view of anyone driving by. Throwing the back doors of the ambulance open, Charles Logan stepped out and let his men take care of the rest, certain they would make sure not a trace of evidence was left behind. He trusted these men with his life. Let them handle the details...he had a phone call to make. Favoring his right shoulder, he dialed a number only two men knew, including himself.
"Are you alone?" he inquired, walking into the privacy of the farmhouse for this last goodbye.
"No...give me a moment," his former wife replied quietly over the line and he could hear her say something about her sister calling and she needed to take it in private before the sound of a door closed a few moments later. "I am now. How's your shoulder?"
"It could be better," he joked and he smiled at the sound of her chuckle...a sound he was going to miss. "If I had known you were so skilled with a knife, I would have cancelled our Secret Service detail long ago."
"I'm sure you would have," she whispered back and he realized just how much he was going to regret leaving her behind. "Do you have any plans?"
"Not at the moment but I believe Italy has excellent weather this time of year. It would be convenient to start over in Europe...everything and everyone I need within a few hundred miles," he explained and was suddenly overwhelmed with an impulse to throw it all away...just to be by her side one more time. "Well…not everyone…Come with me, Martha...I‘ll send someone right now."
"I can't, Charles...you know that," she reminded him gently and a sad smile appeared on his face as he switched the phone to his other hand. “And it’s not because I don’t want to. I just need…some security in my life...someone I can depend on. I won’t live the rest of my life on the run…even with you.”
“You know there won’t be another woman in my life as long as I live…” he responded, looking down the wedding ring he had never taken off…even after their divorce.
"That could be a very long time," she remarked quietly but he knew she was only being realistic...another trait he loved about her. "A lot can change…people change."
“Have I ever stopped loving you these last twenty years?”
“Not for one moment.”
“Then why would I stop now?”
“Charles, I-”
“It’s alright, Martha,” he interrupted her gently, wishing he was there right now to put her at ease. “I understand.”
A few moments of golden silence followed and neither needed to say a word to enjoy the other’s company.
“Charles…” she finally spoke, her voice as soft as a rose petal.
“Hmm?”
“I need to go…Aaron’s waiting…”
“Is it time already?” he asked, knowing the answer but enjoying every last second alone with her.
“You know it is, Charles…” she reminded him again but he could tell she didn’t want to leave any more than he did. “We’ve run out of time.”
“Time has no meaning when I’m with you, Martha.”
"Are you turning into a romantic in your old age, Mr. Logan? I thought you once said that romance was for the young and inexperienced."
"That was before I realized what it means to lose the one you love forever."
"You'll never lose me," she told him softly in such a way that he knew it came straight from her heart. "Not now...not tomorrow...not twenty years from today. That I can promise you."
"I'll hold you to it," he whispered back and suddenly heard the door opened as one of his men walked in to inform him they were ready to move out. "I have to go, Marty...they're here. Will you be alright?"
"I'll manage. You know me," she replied and he took one more moment to enjoy the warmth of her presence. She was right...he did know her...there was no more need for words...even as she fought to control of her feelings. "And Charles?"
"Yes?" he asked, trying to hide his own emotions from a woman that knew him better than he knew himself.
"Never forget how much I love you."
And that was all he needed to hear. Suddenly the weight he had been feeling lifted off his chest and he understood that no matter what lay ahead he would always have her love…not even death could break this bond they shared. He didn‘t need to be in the same room to feel close to her…she was his wife…and he would always love her. No further words were needed and he slowly closed the phone, no longer afraid to show what he was feeling.
"Everything ok?" his comrade asked when he saw that Logan appeared upset. Reaching out to squeeze the confused man's arm, he gave him his first genuine smile of the day.
"No, Kurt...everything's fine," he explained, his smile growing wider. "Everything is perfectly fine."
They don't end up together but they do end up happy :) This leads into ANOTHER piece I'm considering where Charles' past comes to haunt him like Jack and Martha gets drawn into the whole mess once more :) Got to love the angst :)
It just looks like water...don't let the color fool you :)
