So, here it is. My David Story.

A little background...

I participated in an interactive fan fiction on a friend's site, and my character ended up with David. I spent so much time immersing myself in his music and stories about him (which are hard to find, by the way) that he took over my thoughts for quite some time. I couldn't get him out of my head. He's still in there, rattling doors and opening drawers and such, but he's behaving himself. Mostly.

This story came out as an outlet for me to try to get through my little obsession. I told some of the girls from the other fan fic exercise, and they thought it was hysterical that I got so wrapped up, that I couldn't think of anything but him.

They convinced me to "go public" with the story, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy it. It starts here.

~ Hath

Chapter 73: Never Say Goodbye

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Saturday morning, there was a knock on the door early. It was Ang, come to say goodbye.

“Hey, girl,” I said, and ushered her in. “David’s still in bed, wanna go say hi?”

Ang smiled through the sheen of tears and nodded. We went into the bedroom, and she leaned down to kiss his cheek. I pressed my hand to my mouth to keep from giggling, and David smiled. “Hey baby,” he said.

“Hi Darlin’,” Ang drawled, and David’s eyes flew open. He bolted upright, and started to get out of bed, then remembered how he shunned pajamas and stilled.

“What the hell?” he said, looking for me, and leveling a gaze at me that he must have picked up from Jon.

Ang and I laughed and sat on the edge of the bed, one on either side.

“I’ve come to say g’bye,” she said.

David rolled his eyes. “Well, hell, woman, let me get dressed, and we can do it properly.”

Ang whined. “But I want an improper goodbye.”

David looked at me and shrugged, and made like he was going to pull her into bed with him, and she squeaked and jumped up. David started to move the covers, and slid a leg out, and Ang got a little glimpse of hip and half an ass cheek, turned and strode from the room. I giggled and tossed him a pair of sweats and followed Ang.

I hugged Ang, and were still clasped together, quietly crying as David came to join us. He wrapped us both in his arms and kissed our heads, and we stood there for a long, bittersweet moment. We separated, and David took Ang’s hand. “It was wonderful meeting you, Angel Jamieson,” David said, and kissed her briefly on the lips.

Ang pinged one of David’s curls again, and said, “Likewise.” I could see the little devil come out and sit on Ang’s shoulder. What the hell was she going to do now? “So,” she said, “I hear you’re friends with Chad.”

David looked at me, confused. I mouthed “Nickelback” to him.

“Oh no,” David said. “I am not setting you up with another musician! Uh-uh. It’s bad enough you’re all over Sambora, I do NOT want to watch you fawn over someone else. Nope.” He stuck his tongue out at her, and she laughed. They hugged again, and we left so I could say goodbye to everyone else.

We walked with Ang down to Lucy’s room. The three of them were traveling back to Chicago, and I frankly was surprised Richie wasn’t staying with the guys. Guess he didn’t want to be without his girl any more than he had to. It’s quite sweet, really.

Lucy let us in, and we hugged. “Thank you so much for everything,” I said to Lucy, and kissed her cheek.

“Mouth off my woman, Hath!” Richie bellowed from the doorway. I stuck my tongue out at him, and kissed Lucy again, for good measure, on the mouth this time. He strode over and pulled her away from me, leveling a gaze at me. “Back off, Jenilee,” he said, smirking.

Huh? He never calls me that. “What is that smirk for, Richard?” I said, using his full name right back at him.

“Have you seen the papers this morning?” he said, tossing me the Post. There was a press release about the wedding (damn, they move fast) and right there in print was my given name.

“Who gave them the names?” I asked, though by Richie’s expression, I had an idea.

“Jon’s candy-ass pussy wingman,” he said, smiling at me. David burst out laughing. I had told David about that remark, and he swore he wouldn’t say anything. Shit. That meant Jon squealed. I called Richie that when Jon was bitching that his best friend wouldn’t help him collect on the bet.

“Are you allergic to almonds?” I asked him sweetly, remembering the prank Jon was going to play on him for April Fool’s.

“No, why?”

“Oh, no reason.” Let him wonder. I gave them hugs, and collected more kisses and let them finish getting their shit together.

We said good bye, and David and I went to find Stephanie and Matt. They were up too, and we shared hugs and kisses. Since I was moving to Jersey soon, we’d be able to see each other from time to time, but still, I was going to miss Steph. When we embraced, tears filled my eyes again. David and Matt were chatting, and rolling their eyes at the water works. I don’t care. These girls are my sisters, and I was going to miss seeing them every day.

Sure, we’ll phone, and there’s the board, I guess, but it isn’t the same.

Ang is taking off for parts unknown for a grand new adventure -- an adventure that may or may not include internet connectivity. We'll get some gorgeous pictures, though.

Lucy’s moving to LA, and will be insanely busy getting that together, and hopefully, Richie will propose to her soon. I didn’t miss the looks he was giving her all week, and especially at the wedding. He loves her to distraction, and it won’t be long now, until there’s another wedding to throw into the mix. Hell, I’ll need a new blackberry just to keep track of all the dates!

Sam will be settling into married life, and may or may not join the guys on the tour. She’ll have her new house, the baby, and Marcelli to keep her busy.

Steph will have her own wedding to plan, and has her wonderful son and Matt to fill her days.

What about me? Well, I won’t be doing much, just leaving my job in Boston, leaving my family and friends and moving to Jersey, getting married, having twins, building relationships with David’s other children, and avoiding his ex-wife. Nope, not much at all.

We’ll all be so busy, but there will be lots of occasions over the next year for us to get together. At the very least, we’ll all get together in June when the guys play London. We’re staying at Casa de Jamieson, and I can’t wait.

David had convinced me to stay with him a few days longer. It didn’t take much convincing – I missed him, and we didn’t really get to spend that much time together this past week. Saturday morning, after everyone left, we spent a while just being together. We talked and laughed and just reconnected.

The lot of us who were left were all flying out to Philadelphia earlier than expected, because Sam had a doctor's appointment. She confided to me that she took a page from my book and cajoled her doctor in setting up an appointment with a colleague so they could find out if LK was a girl or boy. I know Jon is hoping for another little girl, but he'll be happy as long as the baby is healthy. Sam didn't want to know, but she's putting Jon's wants before her own to give this to him. What a wonderful birthday present from a loving wife to her devoted husband. I’m going with her, so she doesn’t have to go alone. I don’t know what she told Jon, but she and I are doing this together. I so can’t wait. And hell, if I can keep her wedding a secret for like a MONTH, I should be able to keep this one for a day.

David and I still had a couple hours to ourselves beforehand, though. We talked about our wedding, and my plans to move, and my decision not to go back to work when I move to New Jersey. You heard me.

Well, at least, not for the same company.

When I'm settled at David's place (guess I'm going to have to call it 'our place' now) I’m going to screw up my courage and talk to Jon about some kind of position at BJM. I think he saw first hand that I can get stuff done, and he learned he can depend on me to do them right. I wouldn’t ask otherwise; he’d feel obligated to give me something because we’re family, and I want it to be on the merits. Working with the event planning office, I wouldn’t be tied to a desk, and would be able to still raise my own babies.

But for now, I’m back on Jovi Air, on my way to Philly with David, Jon and Sam, Tico, and Hugh. I’ll be heading home to my big empty house on Monday, but not for long. May will be here before I know it; May, marriage, and my new life.

Am I scared? Sure am. This is a lot of change to absorb, and I don't do change well.

*sigh* Some guys I know wrote a song that says

Here we stand, caught between the cradle and the grave
In a world that gives you nothing but your name
With every step you take you must be brave
Nothing lost is nothing gained

I’m going to be brave, and make all these changes in my life.

What have I really lost except a job that drove my blood pressure through the roof; a house big enough for a family, yet standing nearly empty and mocking; a hole in my soul where David and the twins fit so perfectly. My family, the part of my life that is really important, is not going anywhere.

But, just look at all that I’ve gained! A bevy of sisters, brothers, nieces and nephews, children, and a husband. How can I not be brave when I have gained all that.

All of that.

From an online forum, and one tiny little bet with a stranger.