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FIC: Choices, 1/?, R/NC17, W/R R/G W/f

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  • fyrdrakken@JUNO.COM
    DISCLAIMERS POSTED IN PART 0 * * * He had never expected to come back and find her with someone else. In truth, it should have been
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 12, 2001
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      He had never expected to come back and find her with someone else.
      In truth, it should have been obvious that such a wonderful girl wouldn’t
      stay lonely for long, that her worth wouldn’t go unnoticed by others. But
      it had never occurred to him. Hadn’t Jean told him she was "taken with
      him" before he left? Hadn’t he promised to take care of her, nearly died
      saving her life, left her with his feelings inside her head, given her
      his dogtag along with his promise to return?
      Wasn’t she his?
      Didn’t she know that? She was wearing his fucking *name* around her neck,
      close to her heart, for Chrissakes — or she should have been. Such had
      been his intention when he left.
      But maybe he’d stayed gone for a little too long. Left her to grow up a
      little while he was gone, maybe to get that whole high school thing out
      of the way, and if the both of them were very, *very* lucky even to get
      some kind of a handle on her mutation. He took some time to do some
      thinking, too, trying to figure out how he felt about what had happened
      between the two of them, and what he could — or wanted to — do about it.
      Probably he’d lost track of time a little. That happened very easily when
      you didn’t age, didn’t pay attention to holidays or the date or even the
      day of the week. He didn’t keep any calendars in his truck (back when
      he’d still had it), didn’t even wear a watch. Time passed for him, and
      beyond noting dusk-to-dawn or the shifting of the seasons, he let it pass
      without affecting him.
      But those around him *were* affected by it — reason enough for him to
      keep from getting too close to anyone. Except that he *had* gotten close
      to someone — and when he finally went back to find her, he discovered
      that time had passed for her, too.
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