Melinda
By A. Hawk
Disclaimer: This is a Mel and Janice fic. The characters belong to
Universal Studios, Rob Tapert, and Sam Raimi...I borrowed them and will probably
do so again. I really love these two...Sorry to say also that this contains no
sex...Yeah I know I was bummed myself, but there can always be greater
later...
I'd like to take this time to thank my Beta reader Dimples, I
really appreciate ya…you have no idea. And to all my friends at FansofFate for
giving me the spark I needed to get this out…You guys are the greatest and I
love you for it…
Take in mind that this is a first for me so when you
comment, please be constructive, not that it will stop me, but it will keep me
from hunting you down...lol. But really you can reach me -A. Hawk @ the_dark_huntress69@yahoo.com
Enjoy!!!
I almost hate to admit this but the kids got plenty of heart. At first I
thought that it was just the residual effects of Xena, but now I see it as
something more. Never has anyone had an effect on me like this. I see her all
the time. When I'm awake I daydream about her and when I'm asleep….Oh dear
God!!!! The dreams that take over in the night. She's everything I always wanted
and didn't know. It's almost laughable. For me to become tongue tied by the
stately Southern Belle, but how could I not? Look at her!! The hair, as dark as
midnight and as smooth as silk. Her skin, the softest shade of ivory that
becomes almost golden after a day in the sun. Her smile, it melts even a
hard-ass like myself into submission. And finally her eyes. To say that they are
blue is more than an understatement. The shade may be that on a color wheel but
face to face, and how I love that face, they are the color of the sea. A deep
dark royal blue when in concentration and an ethereal sky blue, almost ice white
when in anger or just impassioned.
I have seen all of those colours and
all of the ranges of emotion that provoke them. And I am more than a little
sorry to say that I, myself, have provoked all of the more dangerous emotions
more than once. On the other hand, I am very pleased to be able to say that I
have also made up for my lack of sensitivity more than once. Mel humbles me and
I love her for that. I've told her that, not only will I love her forever but I
will spend my life and every life I have from now on, making her as happy and as
complete as she has made me. I admit that it will be difficult, because even her
lingering scent sends my heart into overdrive.
Long story short, Mel is
my everything. There is no better way to express this. Words will never nor have
they ever been. So as I sit here, writing in my journal and looking at her,
watching her sleep, I feel, not for the first time, the peace that has been
lacking in my life and I understand what it means to love and be loved in
return. It's Mel's gift to me. She thinks that it's the other way around and a
part of me, the arrogant part , would like to believe that she is correct, but
the archaeologist in me, the part that finds facts and uncovers truths of
ancient mysteries, knows otherwise. Mel is my truth, my love, my life, my
mystery and I will spend eternity uncovering all that makes her happy and try my
best to give it to her.
The
End
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