So I decided to take a break from my hockey story (mostly because my heart just isn't really in it anymore now that all my teams are out of the playoffs and its summertime which never fails to put me in a Deadliest Catch kinda mood : ) lol) so here I am writing another DC fanfic : ) The title for this one comes from a song by Daryl Hall and John Oates (some good oldies singers) and if you listen to the song its very moving! I hope you all enjoy this one…there are gonna be parts that are tough to write because of the tragic loss of Phil Harris but I will do my best. I do not know all the details but I'm expecting to gather more from the show as this year's season continues on. Thank you for reading and please review! : )

Wait For Me…

I know that you gave, the best that you had, but one more chance couldn't be all that hard to bear, wait for me please, wait for me, I know…it's probably more than I should ask, but won't you wait? Please wait for me, I know the light is fading fast…you could go either way, is it easier to stay? Wonder what you'll do when your chance rolls around, but you gotta know how much I wanna keep you, when I'm away I'm afraid it will all fall down, alright I guess that's more than I should ask, but won't you wait for me? I know the light is fading fast…

Summer

The young brunette sat at the bar downing her second shot of tequila. She was glad it was the crab fishing season again…ecstatic in fact. She had stood and watched as the boat pulled away from the dock. The wives and children standing near her were in tears as they waved and called out sorrowful farewells to their loved ones. She, on the other hand, felt an inner peace as she watched the boat disappear into the mist. For her, crab fishing season meant she had a few months of freedom. She was able to escape her miserable life…the life she lived when he was home.

She sighed and raised her hand to get the bartender's attention. She needed another shot if she was going to make it through this night. Her emotions were all over the place and once again she felt the all-too-familiar pang of loss, guilt and maybe even a touch of love. Yes…love. That was the word. She loved him once…maybe she still did? She didn't know anymore. She didn't know much of anything anymore actually. Things changed that first day when he came home drunk and hit her. It was a blow that didn't have a lot of force behind it, but it hurt her all the same.

She laughed slightly to herself as she recalled the internal pain that had caused her. If only she had known what was to come, maybe she would have run away a long time ago. He started coming home drunk even more after that and every night he grew angrier and angrier. The more alcohol he consumed the angrier he became and she was always the one to get the brunt of his rage. She laughed again as the third shot of tequila burned the back of her throat. It was almost ironic how the cursed fluid was now soothing the very pain it had originally caused. Life was ironic. Sadistically ironic.

"Don't you think that's enough for one night, Summer?" asked the bar tender as the young brunette signaled to him again.

Summer laughed, a light yet sad sound, "No, Mike…the night is still young. Pour me another."

Her light, hazel eyes were already beginning to glass over as the alcohol coursed through her body. Or maybe it was the sudden, unexpected rush of pain and sadness that washed over her causing the excess moisture to appear in her eyes? Again she didn't know the answer. She didn't know any answers to any of the questions that had plagued her for so long.

The bartender sighed as he poured her another shot and sat it down in front of the very depressed and sad-looking young woman.

This time Summer didn't let the liquid slide slowly down her throat. This time she tossed her head back and drank the burning fluid in one smooth, overly-practiced motion. She was smiling sadly to herself as she sat the glass back down. She was so consumed with her own inner conflict that she didn't hear the door open nor did she see the young man that strode confidently into the bar until he spoke.

"I'll have my usual, Mike," he said in a tired, gruff voice.

To Summer it sounded as if the voice belonged to someone much older than the young man she saw standing not far away from her. His dark eyes looked like they had seen much in the short time he'd been on this earth. This young man had stared death in the face more than once and saw things that most people should never have to see or experience. To Summer it was all quite obvious. She'd seen that far-off look before…this man was a crab fisherman.

"Yeah, sure thing, Josh!" said Mike enthusiastically as he nodded in the young man's direction, "Good to see you again. I'm surprised your dad doesn't have you all outta town by now."

Josh smirked, his dark eyes sparkling slightly as Mike mentioned his father, "Yeah you know the old man…he does like getting out there early but I'm afraid that won't be happening this time. We lost our last greenhorn. Rolled his ankle pretty bad jumping off a pot. Doc says its sprained real bad and he can't put any weight on it so we're a man down."

Mike cursed under his breath, "Man…I'm sorry Josh! And there ain't anyone left in town neither! They're all gone fishing or gave up tryin' to find a job and headed back to the mainland."

"Yeah…we're pretty much screwed," muttered the young man, his eyes growing dark with worry.

Summer found herself staring at the young crab fisherman. He was attractive in a rebellious, tough kind of way but the light that danced in his eyes with every expression seemed to give away the fact that he had a kind heart. She listened as Josh and Mike talked about the fisherman's predicament. From the way Josh was talking it seemed like his dad was desperate to get someone on his boat and go fishing.

Suddenly an impossibly ridiculous idea popped inside her head. She shook her head the second it entered her mind and she smirked quietly at herself. Ridiculous…utterly insane. As if they'd allow a woman on board a crab boat. She grimaced at the reaction her boyfriend had when she asked to join his crew. He hit her that day too…hard. She winced slightly at the memory and forced herself to not think about it. She hated remembering times like that. They haunted her when he was gone.

"I just…I don't know what to do," muttered Josh, his shoulders slumped forward as if he had given up all hope, "If we can't get someone else on deck I don't think Dad's gonna be able to go out. And he can't deal with that kind of stress right now. He's still recovering from that incident last year."

The sadness and desperation in Josh's voice broke Summer. Perhaps it was the alcohol making her brave…making her reckless. But the idea of being out on the Bering Sea, miles from land, miles from her old life, miles from aching loneliness and pain, was all very tempting, alluring even. She turned suddenly to face the two men. She cleared her throat loud enough to get their attention.

"You need an extra hand?" she asked, her voice weaker than usual, strained from the emotion she'd been desperately trying to constrict all day.

Josh blinked in surprise as he gave Summer a head-to-toe glance, "Um…yeah, why?"

"Because I have nothing to do with my life for the next couple months besides sit here…and I could use a bit of adventure and it sounds like you could use the help."

"Yeah," admitted Josh shaking his head, "But…you're…"

"I'm what? A girl?" finished Summer with a sharp laugh, "So? You don't know me. You don't know what I'm capable of."

"Yeah that's…that's what scares me," said Josh, smirking slightly at the tough young lady, "I can't just bring some random person to my dad's boat and get him to hire you if I don't know what you are capable of."

Summer sneered, "Well if I recall correctly it sounds a hell of a lot like you don't have much of a choice now do you?"

Josh was silent for a moment. The girl had a point. He watched as she stood and put on her jacket, flipping her long, straight brown hair over her shoulder.

"I'll take that as a no. So…how about showing me this boat of yours?"

Josh and Mike exchanged a glance. Mike held up his hands as if to say, sorry bud you're on your own on this one! Josh sighed and rolled his eyes at Mike. He turned back to face Summer and gave her another head-to-toe glance. She couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet. She didn't have the physique that was required to survive and work on the Bering Sea but the fire that burned in her eyes appeared to compensate for that. Josh sighed in resignation as he walked to the front door. He glanced over his shoulder and nodded at Summer.

"Alright…fine, let's go."

Summer smiled slightly in triumph. She held her chin high as she followed the young man out of the bar and into the frigid cold of Dutch Harbor. Josh smirked slightly at her victorious expression. He sighed and muttered under his breath.

"Dad is gonna kill me…"

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