Realization Part 3: Lost Love
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CHAPTER 1: Arrival
The sun came creaping from just over the sill and under the shade. A new day spawned from a great night of parties and fun; though the fun had lost most of its spark. A silent still abreast the entire house and estate, save only the call of a bird or last chirping of a cricket. The still so sanctifyed by only the breathing of sleeping humans, suddenly stirred and disrupted by an obnoxious ringing. Breaking yet another alarm clock by throwing it against the wall, John had had enough and threw the covers off his bed and stood up just in time to fall back down. He had gotten too bloody pissed last night and was paying the devil for it this morning. He looked to see what time it was, and he realized his stupidity and glanced to his wristwatch; cursing himself for breaking the second alarm clock this month. It was just past seven in the morning and he had to be at the firm in just under half an hour. Dressing quickly, he ran past the doorway to his youngest's room, he was still asleep; the damned lucky four year old didnt' have to work yet. How John envied those days with such longing, when there was no such thing as work, nor school; just playing all day in bright fields. Stopping a second at the fireplace for a breif goodbye to two urns atop the mantle, which to any stranger to the house would just be two more ornaments above the fireplace; but to John Dixon, it was the memories of his parents and their dusty remains. Locking the front door behind him, John hurried to his car, knowing that he was still going to be unavoidably late. Just as he was pulling out, Sophie was pulling in from her graveyard shift job. Her hair all frizzed and falling out due to the combination of sleep deprivation and the wind of a wonderful spring morning. Both paused only breifly for a quick exchange of kind words, and then the gravel spit from beneath the tires of Johns' little convertible.
"See you then." John yelled as he roared on down the street towards central Basingstoke, and towards the law firm which his father had planned to pass down to him when he no longer could appear in court, however like always in Basingstoke and the rest of the world for that matter, nothing can always be planned.
A sudden roar of immense proportions was nearly drowned out by a screech which left quickly as it was there. Wind blowing this way and that, easily dispersing all dirt directly upon the ground. And a huge bird of mechanic gizmos and human genius landed softly to the ground. Slowly being taxied to the correct place to release from its' hold the near prisoners from within, nails were being bit at from inside the airport terminal. There at the boarding ramp was a face which had long since been longed after as well. For finally Steven Carter had returned to his homeland, England; even if it was London.
"Steve, I hardly recognized you." Linda said as she ran halfway down the ramp to meet her friend.
"Linda?" Steve called back to her, with quite a puzzled face. "What happened to you?"
"A good diet..." Breifly pausing, Linda just turned her head smiled while adding, "..and liposuction.." Linda always had a way of suprising someone and trying to add something in on the sly, which just wasn't going to work for Steven; for he had caught it just as he had never missed a heartbeat, let alone four years in another country.
"I thought that was dangerous?" Steve answered as he thought he should, finally being able to label one of her actions as having a bit of danger in them. But he didn't quite get the facial expression that he had hoped for.
"Say that again.." Linda said while nearly jumping back, as if alienated suddenly.
"Just say what you just did.."
"What, that I thought that liposuction was dangerous?"
"Oh my.." Linda added with a smile of disbelief.
"Lins, what's wrong?"
"Nothing Steve... you're not going to like it, but its just that you've got an american accent now. If I didn't know any better I would swear that you weren't the same person." Steve almost fell over backwards, but instead was able to cover it up by starting to walk towards the baggage claim area.
"Really? Everyone over ther calls me 'The Brit' because of my accent." Steve added, after finally letting the accent sink in, knowing that most americans were rather enchanted with the accent, realizing that it was rather just another form of a compliment.
"Well maybe to them it's a good british accent, but to me it's like you've been.. well.. you've just lost you're charm I guess.... oh, there's your three suitcases.. three?"
"Yeah, so I added a few things to my wardrobe.. besides..that's not what the blokes over there said about my accent..." Steve smirked and picked up two of the three, obviously leaving the third in Linda's capable hands.
Half laughing and yet in a way half choking on her own salivia, Linda caught up to Steve; physically and verbally. "I thought I told you a long time ago to stop trying to shock me, and now I'm even more unshockable."
"Yeah right..." Steve said, bursting outloud into a hearty laugh. "Oh god, It's good to be home again..."
"Basingstoke, here we come." Linda said, starting the car.
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