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Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

The dark hair. Despite all the action of Madeline turning up and confronting the reporter, it was the dark hair that he noticed. It hung loose and messy, flipping as she jerked around and took the camera crew to task. It had been the hair that he had fallen in love with. Ever since he had sat opposite her, once, in lunch at high school and watched Madeline twirl one long dark lock around her thin finger. Up, the pale digit curling the strands into loops, before it slipped back down and released them again. Her hair was a natural asset. It looked beautiful out of the shower wet, splayed out over a pillow, with your fingers running through it. He pulled himself out of it. It had looked good, too, pinned up on her head that morning in the small whitewashed wooden church where she broke his heart. She was speaking to him. Charles hadn't realised, for a moment, completely lost in his own thoughts and feelings. Her soft lips were moving, her eyes darting about with nerves. He could hear the tv station truck in the background, making its slow way back up the main street. Had they noticed anything? Did they suspect any sort of connection? His face burned, hot despite the relative cool of the day, and he found it hard to look directly at her. He was cross. With himself. Why was he finding this so hard? It was her who should be feeling embarrassed and awkward. In his self-absorption, of course, Charles didn't even pick up on the nervous stutter of the girl in front of him. 'You don't owe me anything Madeline' he said, picking up his tool box. He hadn't meant it to be harsh, merely a statement of fact regarding her offer of payment for time wasted, but as it tripped of his tongue he realised just how harsh it sounded. How it could be misinterpreted. Still, he didn't want to be there. He almost stormed off, but at the last moment relented and turned back. 'I'm glad you're alright Madeline, what happened to you was awful. I hope you find some peace staying here'. And with that he turned back towards his own truck intent on driving away.
Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

It was harsh. His words had sliced through the air leaving no doubt in her mind how he felt. There was a coldness there, one that she deserved. In fact, she knew he should have been far worse with her. He should have screamed. He should have told her things, things that most women should never be told. He should have called her names, names that she had more than earned. His anger, his hurt, he should have let it show more. This? This was something she didn't expect. This was something she was prepared for. This.was far worse. He walked away, and every fiber in her being wanted to call out to him, but her mind was drawing a blank. What could she say? There were no words to make any of this right. Apologize for the news crew more? Tell him..tell him..tell him something, anything to make him..stop..walking away. Some unseen force held in the spot where she stood. Another force, one she couldn't have imagined would be there, caused him to stop and speak. Her lips parted as she inhaled sharply. She could feel it, the reaction within. It was pain. It was joy. It was a thousand tingles rippling through her body. It was strong and undeniable. It was surprise. Peace, she said softly, not even sure where she was going next with her words. Peace? Can I really find..peace? Can any of us, she asked quickly. Charles, again his name came quickly, as if uncontrollably. Please. Can we..talk..have a cup of tea..or something? Can't we at least..be.., her voice trailed. She didn't want to say friends. No. That word would not be appropriate. It wouldn't be fitting. There was no way they could be friend, but at the same time, there was no way she could let him leave. Not yet. No. He couldn't yet. He couldn't leave yet and take this feeling with him. It was the first time she had felt..alive..since..it happened. Civil, she blurted, not wanting the awkward silence to continue. Please. I still make..a good cup of tea, and I'd like to know how you're doing. Her feet began to slowly carry her towards him. She was aware of it on some level. In a sense, she wasn't sure she could stop it. She knew she didn't want to. You're still working on cars. That was..a passion for you. You're good at it. You're good with your hands. Please tell me I don't sound like I'm reaching for conversation here. Tell me I'm not trying too hard. Even if it's the truth, lie to me. Lie to me an say we can still talk. Lie to yourself and say it's okay to come inside. She had reached him, and her hand rose to touch his shoulder softly, briefly. The connection was electric, causing her to twitch slightly and lower her hand. Lie Charles. Lie to both of us, for both of us, but please, don't go.
Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

He looked at her small hand on his shoulder. That familiar connection. Her digits were small, soft and warm as he remembered, and there was a wave of familiar affection that threatened to overwhelm him. Those wide eyes, normally so vivacious, were dark-ringed and filled with sadness. Clearly the events of the past few weeks had taken a toll on her. She was begging him, he realised, begging him to just...talk to her. Was she really that lonely that she needed to reach out so desperately? Madeline always had a way with words. Even as he tried to think about the heartache that he had mused over for the past few years, her soft words tugged at something deep within him. Memories of stolen kisses on the porch behind them, trying to dodge her parents. Of notes passed in high school. Of tender moments in the soft light of a Sunday morning. The feel of her skin on his. He sighed. God's sake. Why couldn't people leave him alone. Or, rather, why couldn't he resist this sort of thing? 'Madeline...' he said. He didn't quite throw her touch off, but he did make it clear from his body language that he didn't appreciate it. '...not here' he said softly. 'Come to the Garage. Tomorrow morning.' He needed to meet her on safe ground for him - he didn't need a world of hurt again, regardless of what she was going through. Plus, he told himself, it would be good for her to get out of the house and avoid the journalists. 'I'll see you there.' He chuckled, shaking his head despite himself. 'You can bring your Mom's car for a tune-up'. It had been a code, a code when they had first been sneaking around. An excuse for her to see him at work...and steal kisses. With that he stepped back reaching for the door handle of the pickup.
Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

As she shouted, hollering and kicking the tyre of the beaten up old truck, two redhead figures emerged from the garage. Figures from Madeline's past, just as Charles was. But not Charles. Different. 'You have got...some...fucking nerve' swore Jenny Lerwick, the petite redhead almost ablaze with indignation, as she stalked out of the family garage dressed in jean dungerees and a white t-shirt. Her sharp little face scanned Madeline's like a computer. When Madeline had skipped town, skipping out on her husband-to-be, she had lost more than Charles. Jenny had been one of her closest friends, ever since the early years of school, and the two had been thick as thieves. She had squealed the loudest, groaning and mock-retching when a teenaged Maddy had confided in her that she thought her brother Charles was hot, but eventually had come round to the idea of the pairing. It had been Jenny, dressed in her bridesmaid's dress, who had had to comfort Charles on that fateful day. And now.... 'I mean...what the actual fuck. I knew you were back but I didn't think you would be dumb enough to...' 'Hey hey hey hey hey'. That was Daniel, the youngest sibling. He had been barely been 14 when she left, but now he was a gangly, lolloping youth of 20. A younger, thinner, boyish version of Charles. His goofy, wobble-toothed, smile was still the same though, and he held out his hands in a pallacting way. Stuck between an older brother who tended towards brooding and an older sister who was highly-strung emotionally, Daniel had grown up the quiet peacemaker. 'Well hell, it is you' he said, cracking a wide smile. Ignoring his glaring sister, he stepped over to Maddy and hugged her. 'Heyyyy' he said, his voice a mixture of sympathy and familiarity. Disentangling himself, he shot a look back over his shoulder at the house that adjoined the garage. 'He's inside' he said. 'I'll take a look at this old rust bucket if you want to head in...' 'WE ARE NOT FINISHED' stormed Jenny, although the redhead made no move to stop Maddy if her former friend chose visiting Charles over resolving whatever beef Jenny had with her in that moment.
Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

'There's no need to yell' his voice came, floating through from the little laundry room off the kitchen. Charles was half-naked, stripped to the waist and toweling himself off. The Jurgensen's clapped out van had been leaking transmission fluid all over the place, and although a morning's hard work had finished it off, it had also written off his shirt and coated the mechanic in sticky, slimy, fluid. His upper body was toned, a soft sculpting of youthful muscle not yet slipping into middle-age. Still carrying the poise from when he'd played on the High School baseball team. A time when Maddy had worn his athletic jacket around school and town...and occasionally around the very house they were in now...with very little else on. He grinned at her as she entered the room. It was hard not to. That little face, so familiar, even after a couple of years. Framed by that dark hair that bobbed around her face. How long had she been scraping it back, he wondered. She'd always worn it down when they'd been together. and was she only wearing it down now to hide the bruises still slowly healing on her face? Charles looked at her for a moment, silent, a smile caught in time on his lips. He wasn't intending to give her a show - indeed he'd forgotten he was topless - but her face had stopped him. A thought had occurred to him last night, as he lay in bed, thinking about...her. Which he hadn't done for a long time. And it was a thought now confirmed by the sight of her face. Time had passed. Years even. They were different people now, with different pathways and different contexts. The more he looked at her the less he saw the young woman, barely an adult, who had left him at the altar. The more he saw just...a young woman, who'd had a hard time, who was trying tentatively to reach out. Like a child wobbling on a balance beam reaching out for support. No...he thought, correcting himself as he caught those dark eyes...not a child. That wasn't the relationship between them. Would never be. 'Maddy' he said, warmly following it quickly with an 'oh shit' when he realised he was half-naked. Tossing the towel aside, tugging on an old t-shirt, he grimaced an embarrassed apology at her, gesturing her back into the kitchen to a seat at the table. 'You look tired' he said, his voice warm. He pushed a cup of tea across the table to her. His Mum, now retired a couple of hours drive away to the coast, was English. There was always tea in the house. He watched her wrap her little fingers around it....just as Jenny stomped in, trailing Daniel. 'Its done Jenny...water under the bridge now' he said, their eyes meeting. She fumed, like a smouldering candle about to reignite, before turning on her heel and walking out. Daniel simply grinned lopsidedly. 'I'll get started on your Mom's heap of junk' he offered as he left. They were alone again. 'Maddy...' his voice was low. Caring even. The tension, the venom, all gone. Washed away as he looked into those troubled eyes. 'What do you need? I mean, really need ?' It was a hand, extended, to a friend.
Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

When she spoke he could feel it. Like it had seeped into her bones. She was clearly reliving it, her hands twitching and her eyes closed. The sights and sounds, the feelings and emotions, crashing over the small dark haired woman like a wave. Buffeting her consciousness. Threatening to was her away in its swell. Charles was silent as she spoke, watching. Listening. He had guessed that it had been traumatic, but it was hard to see it firsthand. Hard to watch it play out over this woman he had known for so long. This woman he had loved... She was in pain, and as they stood there, the wind whipping around them on that hillside, she looked small and lost. A small dark figure in a huge bright expanse, her arms wrapped around her petite form as she struggle with the memories. 'But that isn't right, though, is it?' His voice came as a deep rumble, huskier than he remembered. Or maybe it was just the tension of the moment, breaking the sudden silence as she looked at him with a desperate smile. 'That analogy I mean...' he clarified, before she thought he was questioning her account of the crash. 'You weren't careless or fidgetty in that plane. Not from what I've heard.' He sighed, running a hand through that messy hair and leaving a slight trace of engine oil in the matted red. 'Look....Maddy....I loved you so much for so long' he said, more honest than perhaps he'd intended to be. But here she was, bearing her heart to him, and he needed to meet her halfway. Needed to support her vulnerability here. 'Look...leaving aside how you left us here, you've loved three things in your life since I met you as a child. Me, Jenny, and flying.' He grinned. 'I'm not going to hazard at what order that was in when we were messy teens all together....but what I'm saying is that you have always been cool and controlled in a cockpit. This isn't you messing up that dress because you were too impatient.' They stood, for another moment. Just looking at each other. 'I'll take you to Joe's tonight' he said softly, his voice caring. 'We'll sort you out. Take your mind off things'. He reached out an arm for her, offering her physical support as well as emotional. Even though his own mind was churning throughout. 'Come on, lets see if that doofus brother of mine has fixed up your car...'
Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

She edged her way through the evening crowd like the years melted away, and two beers into the evening Charles had a hard time reminding himself that time had, in fact, passed since he and Maddy had been regulars at Joe's Bar. This had been the haunt of their young lives, even before they were strictly old enough to meet their state's puritanical drinking age. In a small town like theirs, it was very much up to Joe to enforce the rules as he saw fit. He and Mandy had always played by the rules...Daniel? Well. Charles grinned at the memory. Daniel had been encouraged to toe the line a couple of times. It wasn't hard for Joe - there were no other bars in town, not that catered to younger people, so if you wanted in on the local scene, such as it was, Joe's was the only place to be. Behave or miss out. Her lithe body was wrapped in tight black jeans and an old checkered shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. The sort of outfit that, if he didn't know Maddy better, he would have dismissed as no effort. Except that he knew Madeline Maclean too well for that. Far too well. Knew that she was an expert in the low-key. Her hair was done up, loosely, and his eyes lingered on that exposed stretch of neck that he was more than familiar with. It wasn't until she sat down and asked about his sister that he realised he'd been staring. Oh, no...we knocked but..... he began, running a hand through his hair distractedly. He let out a sigh, meeting her gaze and seeing the hurt in her eyes. Jenny and Maddy had been so close, maybe even closer than the two of them had been, and this break-down of friendship must be torture for her. Give her time, Maddy he said, sympathetically. She'll come around. He had, of course, no way of knowing that. Daniel broke the spell by plonking into the booth seat next to Charles, grinning and flushed. He was, he informed them both as the beers were ordered, this damn close to, as he put it, sliding into the Mackenzie girl's knickers. Charles laughed, rolling his eyes. Daniel was, he reckoned, nowhere near. Nor were his intentions anywhere near as impure. His younger brother was a scamp, not a heartbreaker. A well-intentioned goof who just liked to play the lady's man for laughs. He brushed her question about drinking, but it caught Daniel unawares and he suddenly looked serious. He....... he began, looking side-eyes at his older brother who simply nodded his head in weary acquiescence. He's much better now...when all this began he had to be barred a bit, from here, because of how much he was drinking..... Daniel had, for once, found himself lost for words it seemed as he struggled with knowing how to broach Charles's messed up recent history. I coped, and now I'm good Charles said, succinctly, trying to put the matter to rest. How is it back at the family home? he asked, changing the subject. Back in your old room, or have your parents turned it into a gym or something? He wants to know if he's still able to climb over your garage roof and in through your window for a booty call joked Daniel, before Charles swatted him around the head, blushing.
Thread: A Light in the Darkness (Madam Mim & Sync)

Gunther was...cold. Not just physically cold, though that was why she had ushered him toward the fire, but distant as though he weren't quite entirely present in the moment. Miri frowned when he informed her that he'd never gotten her letters and asked where his parents were. If he'd never gotten them, did they know...? They emigrated, Abner informed him, pulling a dining chair over to sit opposite the young man and watching his face keenly as they spoke. He had known Gunther since birth, had watched him and Miri playing in the street or in the back garden, and had come to think of him in a way as a third son he liked to think he knew the boy rather well, and something was very wrong with him. They're in Portugal, of all places, claimed it isn't safe to be here anymore. It isn't-- Hush Esther! Shoshona said sharply from the dining room. The door had been propped open for the family to converse between the dining and sitting rooms, and now as she set an extra place and ladled stew into bowls. It was mostly potatoes and lentils since times were lean, but as the neighborhood butcher Abner's family rarely wanted for meat and they had been able to add brisket which had to be sold or eaten soon to the meal. Fresh bread was pulled from the oven and set in the middle of the table and a pitcher was set next to it. No more talking supper's ready. The family all washed their hands at the sink, saying a blessing over it before drying them and sitting at the table. After the Motzi had been said over the bread and Abner had eaten the first piece, he cut it for others and the meal began in earnest. There was very little talking though the Heinzes were reform Jews they still observed the tradition of a silent dinner table. After the after-meal grace had been said, Abner directed his sons to get ready for bed and clapped Gunther on the shoulder, steering him back to the fireplace in the sitting room while the women cleared the table and washed up. He sat for a long time, looking hard at the lad, before finally speaking. You are not on leave, are you Gunther? he asked finally. He glanced through the dining room door, which afforded a clear view into the kitchen, to ensure the women were busy before turning his attention back to his guest. I can give you shelter and food for two, maybe three days...but then you will have to move on. He sighed and rubbed his face. It isn't anything against you, my boy, but times are lean. I have five mouths to feed, and with things the way they are now...this house is watched more than yours might have been. Once they catch up to you--and they will--we will all be in danger. Abner wasn't stupid he knew why his daughters wanted them to leave the country. But that was nearly impossible now, and he insisted stubbornly that he was born in Munich and he would die in Munich. He would not abandon his city or his country. But for now we have hot food and a comfortable couch for you. I hope that will be enough.
Thread: A Light in the Darkness (Madam Mim & Sync)

He didnt get a chance to react to the news that his parents, Ernst and Annora, had managed to escape hopefully that meant his two younger brothers Rainer, two years younger than Gunther, and Maximillian, five years younger were safe as well. That they emigrated, and to Portugal, as Abner had said, gave him hope that his family were out of harms way. With any luck theyd escape any kind of hostility. That was all he managed to process before Frau Heinz called them in to dinner where he discovered that an extra place had been hastily set up for him to sit at. Gunther wasnt Jewish he was barely a Christian but he understood that the Heinz family had their own tradition around mealtimes. He didnt believe in God as they did, but he respected that they had their way of doing things. He accepted it, and he wasnt going to ask them to change just for him that would have been rude at any time, and especially now, in these darkest of times when hed been invited to dinner without being asked. He bowed his head during the before-meal prayer, ate in silence as they did, bowed his head for the after-meal prayer, and that was that. Soon after the boys were sent to bed, the girls and mother cleaned upand Abner guided him back to the living room and to the chairs close to the fireplace. Gunther was feeling better after the hot stew, but hed have been happy enough with a few strips of meat and bread. Abner, as always, was direct. Gunther could only shake his head when the elder of the house had finished speaking. He was aware that the girls were likely not listening, but he spoke quietly just the same. No, sir, I am not on leave, he admitted, his gaze having drifted back to the flames in the hearth. If I was found now I expect Id be shot and killed. But that is better than going back. He paused, then looked up, meeting Abners gaze for the first time that evening. Your offer of food and shelter is most welcome, sir, but you dont have to do that. I know Im risking you and your family just by being here. Id have been content staying at my parents house for a few nights to rest before heading off. But I am grateful for your offer, and Im sure it will be more than enough, Herr Heinz. For a moment the young man fell silent, then he balled his fists up on his knees. His eyes dropped to his fists as he continued speaking, his voice lowering to a near-murmur. Sir, you must get out of here, out of Germany. If not for yourself, then for your family. Your daughters especiallythey will not be safe if they remain here. Please, Herr Heinzif youve never trusted me before, trust me now no good will come if you stay. If you must remain here, then at least get the rest of your family away from here. He flicked his glance up towards the kitchen, thought he saw Miris face in the doorway before the face was gone. Had she heard what had been said between him and her father? He hoped not Miri was strong-willed, like her father, he knew that from their years of playing together when they were growing uphe didnt want anything bad to befall her, and he didnt want her doing anything rash.