Post by Katrina on Apr 30, 2006 20:56:21 GMT 1
As I am now using a different PC, I haven't managed to put all my other fics on yet (so haven't written any new parts)
Shoot For the Moon
“Always shoot for the moon” Dr Brendan McGuire told one of her dearest friends as he looked at her all dressed up for her wedding. A stray tear burned the corner of his eye until he blinked and it made its journey down his cheek. Usually he wasn’t sentimental about things like this but for the woman in front of him, he understood how important this day was. She was smiling nervously at him, fiddling with the single loose strand of hair that was rested on her cheek and in confusion trying to work out what he meant. Every inch of her make-up was perfect, and he could see that her eyes were already glittering with tears ready to be shed. He didn’t want her to cry, she’d cried too much already in her life, even if today her tears would be of happiness. She stood and straightened her dress, she hadn’t really wanted to wear one saying that this was a second marriage and that it wasn’t really right but he’d been the one to persuade her. He’d been the one to go and help her choose the dress, and today he was going to be the one to give her away. She stepped forward and hugged him, being careful not to wrinkle the dress. He hugged back, a friendly almost fatherly hug. For although their relationship was purely of friendship, he had always had some paternal feelings for her, feelings that today had resurfaced with a vengeance. When they let each other go, she turned towards the window and let out a sigh
“Am I doing the right thing Mac?” she asked in a voice so different to the one she usually used. It was softer, filled with happiness and almost trembling from fear. He stepped towards her, and using the minimum of force managed to turn her around to face him. He smiled at her
“Remember what I told you” she nodded, expecting him to add something random and out of place to bring a smile to her face, but instead his face turned serious like that of a father about to pass on an important life lesson to him. But instead he took her arm
“It’s time for you to get married” and he led her from the room and in to the registrars room where every head turned to her and gasps resounded. Rarely was she seen looking like this, her soon to be husband looked tearful himself. And her two children seemed beside themselves with joy. During the beautiful ceremony, the words that Mac had given to her still circled her brain as she tried to work out the meaning. By the time to reception party came around, she had put her confusion of the matter down to what her friends affectionately called her ‘wedding brain.’ When she was one the floor dancing, her new husband with her daughter of his feet attempting ballroom and her own son trying to led her around, Mac walked up to them and whispered simply in her ear
“you’ll always land among the stars, Helen, always” and with that he walked off and Helen looked at her new family and realised she had.
Shoot For the Moon
“Always shoot for the moon” Dr Brendan McGuire told one of her dearest friends as he looked at her all dressed up for her wedding. A stray tear burned the corner of his eye until he blinked and it made its journey down his cheek. Usually he wasn’t sentimental about things like this but for the woman in front of him, he understood how important this day was. She was smiling nervously at him, fiddling with the single loose strand of hair that was rested on her cheek and in confusion trying to work out what he meant. Every inch of her make-up was perfect, and he could see that her eyes were already glittering with tears ready to be shed. He didn’t want her to cry, she’d cried too much already in her life, even if today her tears would be of happiness. She stood and straightened her dress, she hadn’t really wanted to wear one saying that this was a second marriage and that it wasn’t really right but he’d been the one to persuade her. He’d been the one to go and help her choose the dress, and today he was going to be the one to give her away. She stepped forward and hugged him, being careful not to wrinkle the dress. He hugged back, a friendly almost fatherly hug. For although their relationship was purely of friendship, he had always had some paternal feelings for her, feelings that today had resurfaced with a vengeance. When they let each other go, she turned towards the window and let out a sigh
“Am I doing the right thing Mac?” she asked in a voice so different to the one she usually used. It was softer, filled with happiness and almost trembling from fear. He stepped towards her, and using the minimum of force managed to turn her around to face him. He smiled at her
“Remember what I told you” she nodded, expecting him to add something random and out of place to bring a smile to her face, but instead his face turned serious like that of a father about to pass on an important life lesson to him. But instead he took her arm
“It’s time for you to get married” and he led her from the room and in to the registrars room where every head turned to her and gasps resounded. Rarely was she seen looking like this, her soon to be husband looked tearful himself. And her two children seemed beside themselves with joy. During the beautiful ceremony, the words that Mac had given to her still circled her brain as she tried to work out the meaning. By the time to reception party came around, she had put her confusion of the matter down to what her friends affectionately called her ‘wedding brain.’ When she was one the floor dancing, her new husband with her daughter of his feet attempting ballroom and her own son trying to led her around, Mac walked up to them and whispered simply in her ear
“you’ll always land among the stars, Helen, always” and with that he walked off and Helen looked at her new family and realised she had.