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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Olyamet | March 10, 2012, 6:41 pm Post #796 |
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Jäger.....
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@ Mia. Thank you hunny!
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| Olyamet | March 10, 2012, 8:47 pm Post #797 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls! Love yo all! Ready for more? Sorry it's short... for now... XXXXXIV. (James' POV) Two years passed since that night of falling apart in the cabin. I managed to push it all back inside, as deep as I could, and kept my heart under control, going on the tour and dissolve in music helped too. Things seemed to be back to normal with my wife, the topic of Alex never surfaced again. After that night of falling to pieces, I couldn't go back to the cabin, I couldn't let myself to come unglued like that again, so I spent the next two New Year's with my friends. Meanwhile normal life went on, me and Fran welcomed another child, a son, and I even started to believe that I finally closed the chapter of my life in search for Alex. Maybe this was how it was supposed to be, how it was meant to be. Or maybe I'd just finally succeeded in drowning my lost love in an ocean of booze. Almost succeeded... my heart was the only one refusing to let go and jumped every time I heard her name in a crowd. I was standing in the kitchen with a bottle of water in my hand, twirling the car keys in another, waiting for Fran to get the kids ready. We were planning on a trip to her parents', a fucking normal social visit, normal fucking life. I took a sip of water, glanced at the clock on the wall, and howled in the direction of the kids' room. “Are we leaving yet? Come on, I don't want to be stuck in the fucking noon traffic!” “Don't swear, they can hear you! We're almost ready, just a few more min--” The voice of my wife got cut off with a loud ring. I threw the keys on the table and picked up the phone, mentally swearing at whoever the fuck was on the other end of the line. “James here.” Grumpy words, followed by another sip of water. This better be short. The familiar voice of one of my car buddies greeted me happily. “Hey James, it's Randy! Are you still looking for a '57 convertible Chevy Bel Air, done in custom kandy black with a white outline?” The hand with the water froze midair on the way to my mouth, a wave of heat splashing in my mind. Old Betsy! “You found it?!” I breathed out, feeling my heart racing in my chest, loudly pounding blood in my temples. “Yep, got it in the auction, they just delivered it, so it's sitting pretty in my shop right now. I thought of giving you a call, I remember a few years back you asked me if I could find it. That plate is there, so... it's that car, I'm sure, I kind of blew a fortune on it... so, I do hope you still want it, although it's not in the best condition, looks like it hasn't run for a while...” “I'll be right there! Give me a few seconds! ” My heart flew up with Randy's words, hand reaching for the keys on the table, eyes drifting to the loaded car on the drive way. “No, wait... fuck! I can't today... Shit!” I rubbed my head, frantically thinking of a way to get to the shop today. I couldn't ditch Fran... I fucking promised to go... but it's Old Betsy! I need to get there now, I have to! Motherfucking fuck! Randy's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “It's okay, it can wait, but not too long, there is another buyer...” “I'll double whatever he offers! I have to have it!” “Well, hell... that's the words he said. The fuck is it with this car?” “Randy, I'll be right there! Just wait for me! You know I can fucking bury him with bidding, right?” “I know, I already told him, but he's very persistent. Traced me down all the way from the auction, some young guy, by the looks of it he's just an assistant, he kept talking with someone on the phone while bidding. He was disappointed when I outbid him big. He showed up this morning, all pale, said he had to have it, his boss wants it or she'll fire his ass, he mumbled something about the rightful owner...” The bottle of water dropped out of my hand, splashing on the floor, and my heart jumped and stopped. Alex... “Did he say her name? Did he called her Alex?” “No he didn't mention the name, you know her?” “I'll be right there! Try to find out more.. no... just wait for me, I'll be right there!” I almost dropped the phone on the table, hand gripping the keys, heart pounded, speeding up my hectic movements, I quickly turned, almost running into Fran. My wife was standing in the doorway with Castor in her arms. ”Alex. You never stopped looking for her, did you?” “Fran... I...” She reached over and took the car keys out of my hand. “Go, go find her, go do whatever you want. I'm done. I can't do it anymore. I can't... I'm going to my parents' and I'm taking the kids with me. You go and find her.” “Fran, don't do this...” “I should've done this a long time ago, seems to me it's the only way to your heart. She walked away from you and you still love her. I'm here, taking all the shit and I get treated like nothing. One word about her and you're ready to drop it all and run. No more James, no more of this, I can't deal with it, I can't. I'm walking away.” “Fran...” “No. You find her and talk to her and if after you're done chasing your memory, you feel like me and the kids mean anything to you, you know where to find us.” She turned around and walked out of the door. I watched her get in the car, watched the car slowly creep off the driveway, and when it vanished from my view, my body came out of stupor. My heart pounded, tearing in half, but the beat kept repeating Alex's name. |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | March 10, 2012, 8:53 pm Post #798 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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You know what Olya??? My hate grows with every update My heart pounded, tearing in half, but the beat kept repeating Alex's name. *tear* Please finish my agony quick. |
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| jØrdan | March 10, 2012, 9:01 pm Post #799 |
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Valar Morghulis
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ALEX ALEX ALEX!!! GO James go!
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| SlayingTheDreamer | March 11, 2012, 4:05 pm Post #800 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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somehow I feel sorry for poor Fran but then again...Alex awesome Olya, awesome! <3 |
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| MetallicaObsessed | March 14, 2012, 8:14 pm Post #801 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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These last two updates have left me teary-eyed, speechless, and breathless! I anxiously await your next addition to this tender tale! Thank you so much for writing Olya! |
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| tuesday's gone | March 15, 2012, 8:00 am Post #802 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I wonder who the misterious bidder is.... I'm hoping. Against hope. once again, a perfect take on James "normal fucking life" - how powerful and true. Normal... Yeah, right. And that heart split in half... So beautiful.
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| Tallulah | March 15, 2012, 6:46 pm Post #803 |
Bad Seed
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This is my favorite fic here and one of the reasons why I joined. The second to last part gutted me but this part makes me hopeful... You're great, I hope James gets his Alex soon.
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| Olyamet | March 16, 2012, 7:39 pm Post #804 |
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Jäger.....
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@ Kassia. Awww... don't hate me! Thank you hunny! @ Jordan. He is going!!!! Love you! @ Mia. Don't feel bad for her, she got him and.. well, you'll see! @ Tiffany. Awwww... Thank you so much for reading it! @ Bo. You should never stop hoping! Love you! And awaiting on your update!!! @ Tallulah. Thank you so much for the comment and for reading! Made my day to see a new reader! That you all so much for continue reading this fic!!! Love you girls! A little more... (Continue of James' POV) I drove to the body shop, chased by that name, hoping and afraid to hope. My mind was completely scrambled, it was reminding me that I have a responsibility, that I have kids, that my wife just walked out on me, and I just stood there, that I have to drive in the opposite direction to get my kids and her back... but my heart didn't want to hear any of it, pushing forward to Alex. Every heartbeat sang 'it's her, it has to be, there is only one rightful owner! I found her, I finally found her!' It kept up a crazy beat, flying ahead of my mind, silencing it, and my mind finally gave in. I broke my own speeding record, getting to the shop in twenty long minutes. The first thing I saw was Old Betsy. My heart recognized it on the spot, but my mind needed more proof, afraid to believe that my search was over. I quickly opened the door and peeked inside. There it was.. a custom made chrome plate near the shift knob. “Old Betsy.” My heart stopped, legs suddenly going numb, and I slid onto the floor, leaning against the open car door. Eleven years... eleven long, painful years... and now I finally found you... “Hey James! Man, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost!” Randy walked out of the office, looking at me with worry. I pushed myself up, feeling my heart speed up, ready to jump out of my chest. “Where is that guy? I need to find his boss.” “He split.. weird story really... you know, I told him there is one very interested buyer and as soon as he heard your name, he got all... He looked just like you right now, got all white, mumbled 'shit, not him' then left, nervously dialing the phone. I mean his hands were shaking! What's the fucking deal with this car?” Randy's words sent my heart flopping down, like a cut off tree. She doesn't want me to find her... My mind came back with a pounding headache. She doesn't want to be found, she never forgave you. I breathed in and swallowed the sorrow that rose up in my chest. “It's her, now I'm sure of it... Randy, I need to find her.” “Well, fuck. I have no idea who she was, I mean he never told me.” I have to see her, I have to talk to her, I have to, I need to... I can't continue like this... I need to see her. I looked into the eyes of my friend. “All this, the car, the search, it was all to find her.” “Fuck, James, I never thought you of all people would be a guy who's looking for some chick. I mean, they usually look for you, even your marriage didn't fix that.” Randy smirked. “Randy, I need to find her.” “Okay... fuck...” Randy scratched the back of his head. “I know his first name is Andrew, although he signed into the auction with a number like everyone else.. wait, how the fuck did he find my shop? That little shit must've payed someone at the auction to get my address. Those fuckers! It's supposed to be--” “Auction! We can do the same! We can get his name and address! Come on, money is not an issue, call, talk to someone, anyone, you know people, you know who to ask, come on, Randy, I need it!” “Okay, I'll see what I can do...” Randy looked at me with curiosity and vanished behind his office door. I breathed in and returned my eyes to Old Betsy, hand sliding from the side to the front as I walked around the car and dropped into the passenger's seat. My hands shook, gliding over the dashboard, heavy heart skipped and pushed tears to my eyes. Old Betsy witnessed it all... she was a part of it... part of us... me and Alex.. My heart jitter as memories took over my mind. Our first encounter... darts... then a kiss... our talk after we came back form Santa Barbara... our first night... the days we worked on this car... my confession of love... I closed my eyes, submerging into memories of the happy days. “Here, that little prick actually went and bought half of the stuff there, erasing his info. Sounds like she doesn't want to be found. I just got an address, no name. It cost me.. you, five hundred bucks.” Randy's voice pulled me out of my daydream. 'She doesn’t want to be found..' the words landed like a hammer on my heart. I came out of the car and looked at the yellow square in his hand, almost afraid to touch it. She doesn't want me to find her... all she wanted was her car, not me... My heart sunk, a shaking hand taking the note as I felt shivers reading the short address line. Alex... “So... you're still buying the car, right? I wasn't going to buy it for myself, I only bet, because I remembered that you were looking for it...” Randy looked at the Chevy, then turned to me with a sour face. “I wouldn't trade this car for a kingdom, it's priceless to me. And I'll be forever in your debt for this.” I quickly pulled out my check book, carefully folding the note with the address and hiding it in my pocket. “No need for debt, for you it's just the price I bought it for, plus that five hundred for the address.” Randy smiled. I quickly wrote the check, not even paying attention to the number, all my thoughts were consumed with my next move. My heart was already on its way to Saint Francis Wood in southwestern San Francisco, seven hundred Rosewood Drive... the end point of eleven years of searching. ------ My shirt clung to my suddenly wet back, hands shaking before pressing the door bell in, and my heart paused, holding on to a faint hope. The door slowly opened and I breathed in with surprise. “Meg?” “I wish I could say I'm happy to see you, James. I was surprised when Andrew told me you were the one looking for Old Betsy. Why? Why do you want it?” Meg glared at me. “Where is Alex?” My eyes searched what I could see of the room behind her. “Were you looking for her? Why? You made it perfectly clear you want nothing to do with her.” The cold notes of hostility in her voice made me step back. Eleven years and she sounds like she did back then... forever unforgiven... I lowered my head, hiding my sorrow and breathing out my plea. “Meg... it was just a stupid drunk mistake... the worst mistake of my life...” I looked back into her eyes. “And trust me I paid for it in full. Meg, please tell me you know where I can find her...” Meg closed the door behind her, stepping out onto the porch. “Yeah, I know where you can find her, she's been there for two years now, same place.” “I need to see her! I can't believe I finally found her!” I grabbed her shoulders, feeling my heart jumping in my chest. Meg pulled away, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest. “James, are you drunk or crazy or... what the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you suddenly want to find her?” “Suddenly?!” I choked on my own scream. “I never stopped looking! I... Meg, I never stopped loving her, please tell me where she is!” “You never stopped loving her? So did that day, nine years ago not happen, or did you just didn't love her that day?” Meg's eyes pierced me with a hateful glare. “What..? What the fuck are you talking about? Nine years ago? The very last time I saw Alex was that fucking worst day of my life, eleven years ago! All this time I was searching for her everywhere, I never stopped!” “All this time you were drunk! So drunk you can't even remember sending your fucking bouncer to talk to her! You didn't even have the heart to come yourself! You sent fucking Evelyn! Go away James, go back to your life, to your wife, to your booze!” Meg turned around, but I caught her arm, barely breathing in shock. “Evelyn? What the fuck? When, where did I? I would never! I didn't.... What the fuck are you talking about?” “Let me refresh you drunken memory. London, October of nineteen ninety-two. Alex went to your gig and after she wrote you a note, wanting to meet the next day and talk. She wanted to tell you.. tell you everything... and you, you sent you fucking guard dog!” Meg spat out the words that dug into my heart like knives, sending my body into a cold flush. “What?” The world spun, pushing the ground from under my feet. One hand gripped into the banister, the other desperately reached for Meg. “Meg, I've never... I don't know anything about the note.. do you really think I would do that? I love her, I never stopped loving her! I would've ran there myself, I would've stood on my knees in front of her until she forgave me! All this time she thought... God... Meg, she needs to know the truth! Please tell me where she is!” The last words drew air out of my lungs, making me gasp for air. Blood pounded painfully in my head. She was looking for me... she tried to come back.... I never got her note! I never did! I never sent anyone! I never.... I would never! My lips released my thought as a whisper. “I would never...” Meg looked at me, then stepped closer, putting her hand on my shoulder. “James... shit... you really never got her note.. did you? God... that fucking bitch! I was so angry at you for so long for what you did, the way you treated Alex... God... James, I'm sorry...” “Please tell me where she is...” My lips pushed through the tears. “James... I... fuck... James... it's too late...” She bit her lip, her eyes warming up, and the hand on my shoulder moved. “Everything happens for a reason... come inside... seems like we need to talk...” |
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| Tallulah | March 16, 2012, 7:53 pm Post #805 |
Bad Seed
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Oh no! This is absolutely horrible. All this because of a mistake. Poor James. My heart is breaking for him. |
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| jØrdan | March 16, 2012, 8:00 pm Post #806 |
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Valar Morghulis
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SHOW ME WHERE THAT BITCH EVELYN IS. ...shit just got serious. I was in a great mood today, goddammit. -__- Then I see this shit. I don't like the mood this is headed... NOT ONE BIT. Spoiler: click to toggle *** Well, other than that, great update! lol
Edited by jØrdan, March 16, 2012, 8:00 pm.
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| Olyamet | March 16, 2012, 8:02 pm Post #807 |
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Jäger.....
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Well, he kind of pissed Evelyn off big time, if you remember... snake is a snake, and she threatened him that he would pay. He did. @ Jordan. Awww sorry to spoil your mood! I love you too!!!
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | March 17, 2012, 3:19 am Post #808 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Something sad is coming and it's so well writen that I don't want to read it cos I know it'll make me cry I want a happy ending but I don't think there will be one I'm dying here with James More woman, but you know that
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| tuesday's gone | March 17, 2012, 10:38 am Post #809 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Why do I like this?! Why?! So much sadness and more to come! And I still love it. GAH! Beautifully written! Beautifully!!! I'm so sad. Fuck. |
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| SlayingTheDreamer | March 17, 2012, 2:05 pm Post #810 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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^wondering the same. well, that's me, I'm a masochist poor James, I hate that fucking bitch once again great chapter
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