DISCLAIMER - I don't own PC, any of the characters or dialogue, though my
story will follow along with certain storylines. I'm just writing it the
way I wanted to see it - plus adding a little something new. The idea for
this story and any characters in it that are not currently seen on PC are
my own.
Chapter One
It looked like it would be a beautiful morning. The sun streamed through the window creating a cheerful glow. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the bed. She was oblivious - sweet dreams kept her under, content to sleep on.
He bent over her - placing a soft kiss on her head - inhaling the scent of her hair in the process. As always, it clouded his brain. He tucked a stray lock of that sweet smelling hair behind her ear, causing her to stir but just barely.
He knelt by the bed, bringing his lips close to her ear he whispered, "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." She mumbled incoherently in response, causing him to chuckle.
"Alison." He tried again. "Wake up." No more than murmur escaped her lips.
Rafe decided it was time to get tough. He leaned over her again and placing his lips upon her neck he slowly, deliberately, blazed a trail of kisses to her bare shoulder and back again. His actions caused her to quiver, and then to purr and finally, her eyes fluttered open.
"So that's what I need to do to get you to wake up!" he teased, grinning madly.
"mmm, hmmm" was her reply. With her eyes still closed she added, "Is that a problem?"
"Absolutely not." Rafe answered as his lips repeated their trip up and down her neck again. "As a matter of fact, I have a few more ideas in case you become immune to that tactic someday".
"Mind if I put that to the test?" Alison asked, her voice still groggy. She opened her eyes and shifted to sit up in bed.
"Good morning" she said as she leaned closer to place a kiss on Rafe's smiling lips.
"Good morning" was his muffled reply.
How lucky he was, Rafe thought. Just look at her. Her eyes still sleepy. The strap of her simple flowered nightgown slipping off her shoulder. Her long blond hair in disarray. Every, single, day, since he'd met her, he found her more and more beautiful. It still mystified him. He was content just to gaze at her forever, but her voice brought him out of his Alison induced fog.
"Rafe?" Alison asked "What time is it?"
"Um. What?" he answered vaguely, darting his eyes from hers.
"Rafe - seriously. What time is it?" Alison demanded, her tone soft but he knew from experience that he was on dangerous ground. He winced as he said "8:00."
"8:00?" Alison whined "So early?"
He had known it was coming, always expected it. His angel liked to sleep late, and 8:00 am might as well be 5:00 am in her eyes.
"I have a very good reason" he promised, kissing her then to save himself.
"You'd better." Alison kissed him back, already beginning to smile. She could never be mad at him for long.
"Come on. Up. Get dressed. We have to go." Rafe urged, his eyes twinkling more than usual.
"Where?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nope. Not telling. It's a surprise. Let's go." he said as he grabbed her hand and gently pulled her up and out of bed.
As hard as she tried to resist, Alison ultimately complied and fell straight into his arms. Her favorite place to be.
**********
"How many times can a person read the same article?" Rafe said aloud, though he was in the room alone. He was on the bed, thumbing through the same magazine for the 4th time. What always took her so long? She was so breathtaking that he sometimes hardly believed she was real. But if he mentioned that fact, she would tell him that it had something to do with the 45 minutes he had to wait for her. He knew better. All her fussing with her hair and make-up just enhanced what she already possessed. She was always beautiful to him. No matter what.
Alison walked out into the room, busy with fastening her earring. She stopped just outside the bathroom door. She could only see his profile as he sat on the bed reading. Gosh, was he handsome, she thought with a smile. Would she ever get over that feeling she got when she was in a room, any room with him? How her stomach just filled with butterflies, though she was far from nervous. Quite the opposite. Just seeing him always made her feel safe and totally loved. Seeing him sitting on their bed made her wish she had tried to be more persuasive earlier that morning. Maybe they'd both still be in it if she had.
Sighing, Alison crossed over and stood in front of him. "OK, ready." she said.
As he looked up at her then, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes bright, he decided it had definitely been worth the wait. "Here, let me get your jacket."
Alison turned her back to him so he could help her put it on.
And all at once, her world went black.
"Hey! What are you doing?" she protested, as he finished tying a scarf around her eyes.
"I told you, it's a surprise." Rafe answered, enjoying every minute. "No peeking."
"OK, OK.where are we going?" she tried again.
"Wouldn't you like to know" he replied as he grabbed her hand and led her out the door.
**********
Thousands of miles away, someone else fought to sleep.
A vision. A flash. There was trouble brewing. Evil was afoot. Sounds and pictures kept running through her mind.
"No! Alison - NO!"
Abby sat bolt upright in bed, her heart beating as though it'd fly right out of her chest. Nighttime was always the worst. Then there were uninterrupted hours of constant glimpses of the lives of others.
Some she could save.
Others, she could only grieve for.
Her hands moved to smooth back her hair from her face, the honey brown locks damp with sweat. Shivering, she turned on the light and reached to the glass on her nightstand to get a sip of water.
The faces in her mind changed daily. Strangers, acquaintances. But one face she knew as well as her own, even if they'd never met.
The time had come. She knew what she had to do.
Chapter One
It looked like it would be a beautiful morning. The sun streamed through the window creating a cheerful glow. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the bed. She was oblivious - sweet dreams kept her under, content to sleep on.
He bent over her - placing a soft kiss on her head - inhaling the scent of her hair in the process. As always, it clouded his brain. He tucked a stray lock of that sweet smelling hair behind her ear, causing her to stir but just barely.
He knelt by the bed, bringing his lips close to her ear he whispered, "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." She mumbled incoherently in response, causing him to chuckle.
"Alison." He tried again. "Wake up." No more than murmur escaped her lips.
Rafe decided it was time to get tough. He leaned over her again and placing his lips upon her neck he slowly, deliberately, blazed a trail of kisses to her bare shoulder and back again. His actions caused her to quiver, and then to purr and finally, her eyes fluttered open.
"So that's what I need to do to get you to wake up!" he teased, grinning madly.
"mmm, hmmm" was her reply. With her eyes still closed she added, "Is that a problem?"
"Absolutely not." Rafe answered as his lips repeated their trip up and down her neck again. "As a matter of fact, I have a few more ideas in case you become immune to that tactic someday".
"Mind if I put that to the test?" Alison asked, her voice still groggy. She opened her eyes and shifted to sit up in bed.
"Good morning" she said as she leaned closer to place a kiss on Rafe's smiling lips.
"Good morning" was his muffled reply.
How lucky he was, Rafe thought. Just look at her. Her eyes still sleepy. The strap of her simple flowered nightgown slipping off her shoulder. Her long blond hair in disarray. Every, single, day, since he'd met her, he found her more and more beautiful. It still mystified him. He was content just to gaze at her forever, but her voice brought him out of his Alison induced fog.
"Rafe?" Alison asked "What time is it?"
"Um. What?" he answered vaguely, darting his eyes from hers.
"Rafe - seriously. What time is it?" Alison demanded, her tone soft but he knew from experience that he was on dangerous ground. He winced as he said "8:00."
"8:00?" Alison whined "So early?"
He had known it was coming, always expected it. His angel liked to sleep late, and 8:00 am might as well be 5:00 am in her eyes.
"I have a very good reason" he promised, kissing her then to save himself.
"You'd better." Alison kissed him back, already beginning to smile. She could never be mad at him for long.
"Come on. Up. Get dressed. We have to go." Rafe urged, his eyes twinkling more than usual.
"Where?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nope. Not telling. It's a surprise. Let's go." he said as he grabbed her hand and gently pulled her up and out of bed.
As hard as she tried to resist, Alison ultimately complied and fell straight into his arms. Her favorite place to be.
**********
"How many times can a person read the same article?" Rafe said aloud, though he was in the room alone. He was on the bed, thumbing through the same magazine for the 4th time. What always took her so long? She was so breathtaking that he sometimes hardly believed she was real. But if he mentioned that fact, she would tell him that it had something to do with the 45 minutes he had to wait for her. He knew better. All her fussing with her hair and make-up just enhanced what she already possessed. She was always beautiful to him. No matter what.
Alison walked out into the room, busy with fastening her earring. She stopped just outside the bathroom door. She could only see his profile as he sat on the bed reading. Gosh, was he handsome, she thought with a smile. Would she ever get over that feeling she got when she was in a room, any room with him? How her stomach just filled with butterflies, though she was far from nervous. Quite the opposite. Just seeing him always made her feel safe and totally loved. Seeing him sitting on their bed made her wish she had tried to be more persuasive earlier that morning. Maybe they'd both still be in it if she had.
Sighing, Alison crossed over and stood in front of him. "OK, ready." she said.
As he looked up at her then, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes bright, he decided it had definitely been worth the wait. "Here, let me get your jacket."
Alison turned her back to him so he could help her put it on.
And all at once, her world went black.
"Hey! What are you doing?" she protested, as he finished tying a scarf around her eyes.
"I told you, it's a surprise." Rafe answered, enjoying every minute. "No peeking."
"OK, OK.where are we going?" she tried again.
"Wouldn't you like to know" he replied as he grabbed her hand and led her out the door.
**********
Thousands of miles away, someone else fought to sleep.
A vision. A flash. There was trouble brewing. Evil was afoot. Sounds and pictures kept running through her mind.
"No! Alison - NO!"
Abby sat bolt upright in bed, her heart beating as though it'd fly right out of her chest. Nighttime was always the worst. Then there were uninterrupted hours of constant glimpses of the lives of others.
Some she could save.
Others, she could only grieve for.
Her hands moved to smooth back her hair from her face, the honey brown locks damp with sweat. Shivering, she turned on the light and reached to the glass on her nightstand to get a sip of water.
The faces in her mind changed daily. Strangers, acquaintances. But one face she knew as well as her own, even if they'd never met.
The time had come. She knew what she had to do.