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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,098 Views) | |
| Deleted User | March 3, 2012, 4:57 am Post #796 |
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It had been two weeks since James had returned home and his frustration at being alone was wearing on his nerves. He left the tv and the radio on as he wandered around the house, he missed Anthony’s cries for his dada and the sound of Hannah’s soft voice calling him. He had even loved the sound of his own children fighting—it was, at least, a soundtrack to his life. He had been to Lars’ place four times that week already and now, he had to think of something to do. He looked around—the lounge was a mess of dirty socks, empty snacks bowls, a half-read newspaper, and an empty chip packet. A blanket lay crumpled at the end of the navy blue leather couch: he had slept there last night watching the Raider’s game. He had not done any of the dishes in the kitchen in over a week. Dirty plates were piled high in the sink, and he hadn’t bothered to get more powder for the dishwasher. He had no motivation to do anything, it hardly mattered, it was just him here alone. He went upstairs, wandering for a change of scene: the bedroom was an even bigger mess. Anthony’ s cot was still there like an awkward ghost in his bedroom. The sheets were dirty and messy and his clothes were strewn across the floor. He sighed, taking in the sight of his dishevelled life. He knew he was not being true to the strength he had within him. He knew he could live better than this. A switch flicked in his brain and he ripped the covers roughly off his bed in anger, and continued tugging the sheets from the mattress. He carried them angrily down the stairs, past the laundry and straight to the bin outside. He stormed back inside irrationally, continuing, emptying the hall linen cupboard, taking armfuls of white linen outside and discarding them all—he wanted to start again, he couldn’t do this anymore. He stormed back up to the bedroom, and shoved the large king-sized bed back to it’s usual position in the centre of the room. It had never belonged on its side, it had always bothered him that Hannah had moved it there. He found a screwdriver and dismantled Anthony’s cot. It couldn’t stay there anymore—it haunted James, he could barely sleep in his own bed anymore. With Hannah’s things gone from their wardrobe, he regained his space, spreading his black leather jackets out to where her lingerie had hung. It had always been his wardrobe, Francesca’s clothes barely filled her own side, but Hannah’s had taken all but one small area of the entire closet. He opened her sliding drawer where all her sex toys had been—he took one look at it with a soured look on his face, and threw his muddy boots in as though he were rebelling. He slammed the drawer shut with a loud bang, he had to fill the spaces that she had left. His phone vibrated in his pocket, making the sound of a text message. He checked: it was from Cali. Dad, can you call me, please? James’ heart sung—he had been waiting a long time for his daughter to reach out to him again. He knew he had messed things up with her over Hannah. He called her instantly. ‘Sweetheart, are you alright?’ he asked warmly. His voice did the best he could to hide the state he was in. ‘Dad, I broke up with Antonio!’ she sobbed. It was early morning for her in Argentina, James guessed 2 or 3am. ‘What happened?’ he asked in surprise. His heart reached out to her. ‘He dumped me for another girl!’ she cried. ‘Another girl?!’ James repeated in amazement. He couldn’t imagine any other girl that age that could be better for Antonio than his daughter. ‘I warned him, I told him if he ever hurt you I’d…’ James began a furious rant, but Cali stopped him. ‘Dad, it’s okay. I sort of knew, I knew he liked this other girl’ she admitted. ‘Darling, I’m so sorry’ James apologised to his daughter for her broken heart. There was nothing more he could do from here. He was imagining punching Antonio again and again for betraying his daughter’s trust. ‘So we’ll see you in two weeks?’ Cali asked. James had promised Castor he would be there in Buenos Aires to see the first game of the football season. ‘Yes, I’ll be there’ he smiled. He loved the thought of seeing his family again. ‘I love you, Dad’ she offered. James’ eyes ran warm tears, he was sorry that he had ever messed up his relationship with his eldest daughter. ‘I love you too, Cali’ he beamed. He had packed his bags for Buenos Aires, and cast one last glance around the lounge. He poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen as he checked in his mind that he had everything he needed for his week-long stay. The front door opened, his car was here. ‘Pete?’ he called out from the kitchen. ‘My bags are just by the door!’ he explained. But Pete had not heard him. James sculled his glass of water and checked his pockets for his keys, he was ready to leave for the airport. He heard his security had left the SUV running by the front door. There were footsteps in the foyer and James stopped short as he saw her: Francesca was standing nervously in the doorway, her face trembling as she saw him. James paused and took a surprised look at her presence in their house: he had been about to travel to see them! ‘James, I’m sorry!’ she threw herself into his arms, crying into his shoulder as he held her tightly to his chest. He couldn’t believe it—Pete was unloading suitcase after suitcase from the truck. Their three children sat eagerly in the backseat, watching their parents reunite. ‘James, will you have us back?’ she cried. He looked at her soft blue eyes that offered him her greatest apology—she had regretted every day that they had spent living apart these past two years. ‘Of course, my darling!’ he accepted. He waved over her shoulder at the kids waiting in the car, and Marcella opened the passenger-side door and bolted into her fathers’ arms. ‘Daddy!’ she cried, jumping happily. Cali hugged her father next, James had been desperate to see her after their emotional conversation. Castor’s face was bright and excited for the first time in years. James embraced his family tightly, appreciating the loving reality of their return. 'I never meant to leave' she began. James' face was confused for a moment and Francesca clarified her thoughts. 'I mean, I always wanted to come back' she explained. 'I just needed to know that you wanted us too' she smiled. James nodded: his cheek graced a thankful tear. THE END! Thank you so much everyone for reading!!! I hope this is the ending that you all wanted! TEAM HETFIELD!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | March 3, 2012, 5:12 am Post #797 |
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A.W.E.S.O.M.E I loved it!!! The best ending ever!! James stayed with his family! but I wanted more about this great story!!!Hetfield's team!!! Thanks for have wrote this Cheryl!!!
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| Deleted User | March 3, 2012, 5:24 am Post #798 |
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Thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked the ending! I have written 200,000 words in total for these three stories in this series! Also, I thought I'd share a few thoughts that I had for what happens after this story without writing anymore. I intend Cali to attend Stanford in the fall of 2015 and still be in the area so she can come home often. Castor and Marcella fit straight back into school. I have purposely left James and Francesca to decide for themselves whether or not they renew their vows. I can see them remarrying, but I didn't want to write it--the characters still aren't ready for it yet. Hannah is still hesitant about getting back together with Ray, but I think she will eventually. In the meantime, she and her sister are living together being solo mum's while Ray earns her back. Anthony will always have Ray and James in his life. I hope you all enjoyed these three stories! I've loved writing these characters!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | March 3, 2012, 5:30 am Post #799 |
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That's awesome!! Thanks for feed my imagination Hope you could write another fic
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| Deleted User | March 3, 2012, 6:34 am Post #800 |
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I will write more fics of course!
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| Deleted User | March 3, 2012, 5:16 pm Post #801 |
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Moved this to finished fics and bumping so y'all can find it. |
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| Nah Bruno | March 3, 2012, 10:53 pm Post #802 |
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PERFECT! I LOVED THIS! I loved how he was so hopeless and then his family came back, bringing him happiness again! Fran totally forgave James, she just wanted to be sure I loved this story, since the first chapter on CMF! You're an excellent writer!! THANK YOU!
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| Deleted User | March 3, 2012, 10:55 pm Post #803 |
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Thank you so much! You're welcome! Well, they both still have work to do in their relationship of course, but she didn't think that she would be away for two years, she really just wanted to teach him a lesson. I think she did!
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| Nah Bruno | March 3, 2012, 10:58 pm Post #804 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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James should never trust the blondes!
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| Deleted User | March 3, 2012, 11:00 pm Post #805 |
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James should never be trusted!
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| Nah Bruno | March 3, 2012, 11:02 pm Post #806 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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James, come be untrustful with me!
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| Auluna Raie | March 4, 2012, 4:26 am Post #807 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*THUD* Why do I feel like this is far from the end of the tale?
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| Deleted User | March 4, 2012, 4:57 am Post #808 |
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I had more planned, but I felt like this was the right place to end it. This is the ending I always intended. I won't be writing any more of this story: 200,000 words is enough! Thanks for reading! |
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| Auluna Raie | March 4, 2012, 4:58 am Post #809 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Well if you ever conjure up something else, you know who to call to keep them characters on their toes! ^_~ |
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| Deleted User | March 6, 2012, 3:01 am Post #810 |
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Yes! I'll take you up on your offer for sure!
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but I wanted more about this great story!!!


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