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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | April 7, 2012, 5:27 pm Post #856 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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I know it's not polite to curse in comments but fuck it fucking awesome bit. I love the way Cliff is supporting her through the whole time. As always perfect When you finally knock to the gates, it would be great to have someone there, . |
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| jØrdan | April 7, 2012, 5:37 pm Post #857 |
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Valar Morghulis
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CLIFF!!!! ;_; AHHH!!! This got me hehe. I relaxed and Cliff giggled. “Wow... never thought I'd see the sight of responsible adult James.” Ugh, I loved all of it. I need more!!! |
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| Shayniz21 | April 7, 2012, 10:36 pm Post #858 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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That was a beautiful chapter I like how this is going!! |
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| SlayingTheDreamer | April 8, 2012, 7:16 am Post #859 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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yup, I know. this again, a beautiful chapter, can't find words anymore, I'm sorry loved it! and I don't want it to end
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| tuesday's gone | April 9, 2012, 4:55 am Post #860 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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You got me in pieces here!!! God, I could so cry my brains out right now if I weren't at work!!! I'll come back with something more meaningful to say. EDIT: OK, I got my over-hormonal self all sorted out now. Bad Olya, bad for making me so emotional *spank* Now, the last three updates. Where do I start? I bow to you for not making it pathetic, for not making it ancient Greek tragedy and for not making it cheesy (though I wouldn't mind a good old cheesy happy ending here, oh no, not at all...). It is bitter-sweet, tears-through-laughter, the-best-given-the-circumstances turn of events. I loved the serendipity use of old Betsy. I loved how things came full circle (the circle resembling the ring around James' neck that night...) with that car. It started it all. It ended it all and brought upon new beginnings for James and Jamie, father and son, two most important parts of Alex's earthly life, two people she will always watch over until they unite again. I loved the contrast between loss and separation from past chapters and new encounters and reunions in the recent chapters (I somehow have a feeling we haven't (or Meg hasn't) seen the last of Kirk in this fic either). New friends found both in Heaven and on Earth, new ties forged in that heartbreaking hug on the porch. The moment with the wedding video was absolutely superb! What a wonderful way to fill in the gaps, to bring the past and present together, and how symbolic to do it through Meg and Kirk's wedding (yet another reason why I think we haven't seen the last of Kirk here). The ray of light falling on Alex's picture, much needed sun after so much rain in their lives... I'm tearing up again.... Edited by tuesday's gone, April 10, 2012, 3:06 am.
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| Olyamet | April 12, 2012, 5:15 pm Post #861 |
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Jäger.....
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@ Kasia. You can cure all you want! Sows the true feeling! Thanks! @ Jordan. I knew it would! Okay, here is more! @ Shay. Thank you so much! @ Mia. No words needed, you commented religiously on every update, thank you so much! @ Bo. You comments always leave me speechless! Love you! Thank you all girls! Thank you for reading, for commenting, for staying with me on this ride through the story of love, friendship, regret and redemption with a little mix of magic. Thank you for your kind words, for your love for the characters! And now the story is coming to an end. I love you all! The last update. Sorry it's a bit long... Enjoy! (Continue of Alex's POV) “Oh my Gods! I'll see Meg again! We got here at the perfect time!” I turned to Cliff with excitement. “Yep.” Cliff's lips moved with a wicked smile and I was about to ask him if he was hiding something from me, but the door from the house to the garage opened, letting in a blond woman. “You are impossible with this car! James you're supposed to be an adult here!” James turned the engine off with a guilty smile and Jamie hurried to the rescue. “Aunt Fran, it was my fault, I wanted to finish it before Hawaii.” Fran... so that's James' wife... I looked closer at the woman, reading love in her eyes, which were set on James. A little pin of jealousy lightly hit my heart and I breathed in and out, chasing it away. She loves him... truly loves him, I can feel it... Her lips smiled and parted as she was ready to answer my son, but the sound of an engine from outside made everyone turn. A black Porsche pulled closer and stopped somewhere out of my view. Meg in a Porsche? Weird... she was always more of a useful non-muscle car girl. I would imagine her more in a Land Rover or Jeep, I guess my friend has changed her likes... With my heart beating a happy tune, waiting to see my best friend, I heard the car doors close. I couldn't hold a sigh when Meg's figure appeared in the doorway. “Meg!” “Mom Meg! It runs! We fixed it!” Jamie jumped out of the car to greet her. “Hi baby! That's awesome, but you look like... well, you look just like your mother when she used to mess with that rust bucket.” Meg giggled, embracing Jamie. I smiled at my friend's comment and turned to see James' reaction when I heard another voice that made my heart jump. “Rust bucket? I can't believe you just insulted this beauty!” A familiar face framed by long black curls peeked from behind Meg and I gasped. “Kirk! Oh my Gods! Meg and Kirk?” I turned to Cliff and he smiled matter-of-factly. “Meant to be together...” I turned back to my friends and saw Kirk embracing Meg from behind, kissing her cheek. “This car has to be taken care of and treasured forever. I owe that car my happiness.” Kirk's arm pulled Meg closer and she smiled. “You mean our happiness.” Meg murmured, turning in his arms. “Our happiness.” He lowered his head and touched his forehead with her's. They gazed in each other's eyes with undeniable love and couldn't help but sigh. Everything is how it's supposed to be... how it was meant to be... I watched my friends' glowing faces, noticing that Meg somehow felt different.. not just absolutely happy, but there was something about her... there was something... Fran's voice pulled my attention away. “Hey guys! Come on Jamie, you need to wash up a bit, I can't let you go looking like this.” She smiled, opening the door and Jamie ran to her. Fran's hand slid on my son's dirty face, wiping off the smudges, and another pin of jealousy dug into my heart. I tried hard to shake the feeling off, but it refused to let go, digging deeper. I lowered my eyes and bit into my lip, holding my emotions in place. “I know how you feel, and I know it's hard... but she is a good woman.” Cliff's hand touched my shoulder. “I know, I can feel it... and I have nothing against her, she loves James, she didn't steal him away from me, but... with Jamie... I can't help it... I... I don't want him to forget me... don't want to be replaced... I know it's selfish... and I was the one who left him...” I breathed in, holding my tears back. “I left both of my boys...” Cliff pulled on my shoulder, turning me, and looked into my eyes. “Come on, you need to see something.” The garage quickly melted away and now we were standing in Jamie's room. My son ran in, followed by Fran. He braced himself on the chair, stepping on his shoe and kicking it off and she pulled out a fresh tee shirt and jeans out of the closet, handing them to him. “Jamie... I... I wanted to ask you something before you go, so I can get everything ready when you come back.” She bit her lip and nervously played with her pendant, her other hand moved and stopped half way to the table, then returned to her side, gliding on the jeans, then rose back up, almost as if she didn't know what to do with it. Jamie stepped on his other shoe, kicking it off in the opposite direction from its mate and turned to her. “What about?” Fran let go of her pendant and clasped her hands together, thumb nervously rubbing the back of one hand. She breathed in and swallowed. “Remember when you said you wanted to be like your Mom and know all the languages she knew... I was thinking... I mean... I know you learned French with Mom Meg... and I.... I would love to help... if you're okay with it... I... I got you those...” She rushed to the big bag on the table, pulling out books and tapes. “I... I wasn't sure what language you'd want to start with next... your Mom knew so many... if you write them all down, I can look for more... but... I remember you mentioned German, Russian, Polish and Spanish... I don't know if it's the right ones... I can return them if they're not...” “Cool! Thanks, aunt Fran!” Jamie searched through the books with a smile on his face. “Those are awesome!” “I just... if you tell me what language you want to start with next.... I can find a tutor... and...” “We can start with Spanish. I heard you talking with your parents, you can teach me.” Jamie looked up from the books with a smile, and I saw Fran's face light up. “That would be so... that would be wonderful! Thank you... I... Oh.. I'm holding you with talking, they're waiting for you, go, go wash up!” Jamie grabbed the clean clothes and ran out of the room, and Fran breathed out, her eyes scanning the room before she straightened up the books on the table, then moved to the shelf with a photo-album and videos and my eyes followed her hand, reading the names on the tapes. “1988 England. Meg's home video,” “Rothenburg. Germany 1988. Horseplay in cafe,” “Meg and Alex in Europe 1986,” “Japan 1988. Hotel's party..” Many of those were taped by the crew on the Damaged Justice tour... old memories... all those have plenty of me and James in them... and she has those in her house... so Jamie can watch any time he wants too... so he would remember me... I looked closer into Fran's face. Her hands straightened Jamie's pillow, eyes gliding over the room and stopping on my picture on the night stand. She wiped invisible lint off the frame, straightening it up. I swallowed the lump in my throat and breathed in. “Your boys are in good hands.” Cliff pulled on my hand and I turned to him, not ashamed of my tears. “I know... now I know.” He griped my shoulders and the room spun, melting, and in the blink of the eye we were back in the garage. “So, love birds, have you picked a date yet?” James closed the drawer with the tools and turned to Meg and Kirk with a smile. “We did, but something, or should I say someone interrupted our plans, so... we have to move the date and reorganize it all... before...” Kirk winked at Meg and she giggled when his hand slid on her stomach. “Before I blow up out of proportion and won't fit into my wedding dress.” Meg finished for him with a grin. “Blow up?” James' eyes widened. “In this particular area.” Kirk smiled and lightly rubbed Meg's stomach. Oh my Gods! That's what was different about Meg! “Oh shit! Meg! Fuck... you guys! Congrats!” James stepped to the happy couple, pushing their heads together and all three of them laughed. James glanced at Meg's stomach. “So... is it a boy or a girl?” “We want to be surprised.” Meg smiled. “They will be...” Cliff winked at me, smiling. I looked closer at Meg and closed my eyes, feeling warmth wash over me. I felt Meg's heart beating strong and a bit lower I felt another little heart beat... and another. My eyes flew open, and lips released a gasp. “Oh my Gods... I can feel it... twins!” I quickly covered my lips with my hand, afraid that my friends would overhear me, spoiling their surprise. Meanwhile Kirk kissed Meg's neck and smiled. “But we already have names picked.” Meg giggled, clearly melting in love. “Well, wasn't really much picking... we both said the same names. Cliff for a boy and Alex for a girl.” “The best names ever.” I heard a little shaking in James's voice, his eyes turning sad, and something painful rose up inside of him. I stepped closer, feeling something dark in his heart. James... I can feel it... it's so painful and so overbearing... I tried to concentrate, but the door from the house to the garage opened, letting Jamie in with a backpack and Fran followed him with a small suitcase. I quickly stepped back, letting them through. “Always the same thing with the living, they can never fucking see you and walk right through.” Cliff cackled, and stepped back too. We watch them load it all into Kirk's car. Goodbyes, wishing for good times, hugs, kisses, plans to call each other often... The car started to pull out of driveway and I felt myself torn between Jamie and James. Cliff came to the rescue once again. “Jamie will be okay with them, just a two week vacation in Hawaii. He lives here, and when the band goes on tour he lives with Meg. She wouldn't have it any other way, she loves him too much.” Oh.. no... he's telling me how things are... that means... “Please don't tell me it's time to go... not yet!” I begged, almost afraid to hear a negative answer. I don't want to go back yet, I need more time here! All the other visits were so short and so abrupt... and I know that was because I wasn't ready to let go, because I was so torn, I couldn't let go, I wanted to stay near my boys, even if they couldn't see or hear me. And every time we went back to Heaven, it took me forever to calm down, to accept that I'm not a part of this world anymore... Cliff was silent and I looked around, trying to take as much as I can with me, take it all in. I saw James and Fran with a little boy and a little blonde girl by their side, I watched them wave to the car. Fran gave James a small kiss on the cheek, then got hold of the kids' hands and pulled them into the house. James turned and watched Kirk's car until it vanished behind the turn, then slowly made his way back to the garage. As he walked by me I felt a strong, almost overpowering feeling of regret washing over me. He looked at Old Betsy, then walked around it and got into the driver's seat. His eyes skimmed the dashboard, then moved to the plate by the gear shift, he sighed, lowering his head on top of the steering wheel. My heart sank and Cliff's voice whispered by my ear. “You have one last thing to do... Just close your eyes and feel it...” His hand lightly pushed me toward the car. I walked around and slid into the passenger seat near my love. I saw his lips move, reading my name on them, and signed, feeling tears dropping out of my eyes. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, turning white. Then he pushed back, blue eyes full of pain staring at the dashboard. I could feel the pain in his heart, I could see the black hole of regret rising from his soul and breathed out. “Oh... Gods... he still think I never forgave him... that I died believing he didn't love me... Cliff... that's not right, he needs to know, he needs to know it's not true!” I looked at my friend with desperation, not knowing how to fix it, how to heal his broken, bleeding heart. “Tell him. I'll come back for you, this is between you and him.” Cliff stepped back and I saw pink petals taking over his figure. “No, don't go! You can't leave me like this, I need your help! I don't know how! Tell me how! You helped me with the letter and the video, I can't do it without you, Cliff!” I screamed to the melting image. “I didn't move the door, I didn't make the wind blow the letter to Meg's feet, that was you. Feel it... just feel it... and you will know how.” Cliff's voice faded away with vanishing swirls. I turned back to James and gazed into his eyes. “I love you, I forgave you a long time ago, and I know that you never got my note! I know you still love me, I saw you in the cabin that night, I was there... James...” Tears dropped down out of my eyes, heart painfully squeezed. ”Gods... you can't hear me can you?... I don't know how to...” My eyes desperately searched around. James raised his hand, sliding over the dashboard, and I unconsciously put my hand on top of his. The radio clicked as my hand touched dashboard, as if Old Betsy was trying to help me. I placed both of my hands on the car. “Come on girl... help me, help me let him know...” Warmth flickered somewhere deep inside of me, getting stronger and rising up to my palms. My heart pounded, igniting warmth to the heat, and I closed my eyes, concentrating on the car. Tingling in my hands made me open my eyes, and I saw my fingers glowing. I felt something pulsating, moving behind the dashboard's plastic, and concentrated harder. Something clicked under my fingers with a push and the glove compartment opened, letting a red-feathered dart fall onto the floor by my feet. James looked down and his face flinched, hand shaking as he reached for the dart. His fingers touched the feather and he abruptly breathed in, quickly turning to look around, voice coming out in a shaky whisper. “Alex?” His fingers tightened around the dart and eyes scanned the garage again before returning to the passenger seat. “Alex...” “Yes, baby it's me! I'm here, by your side. Gods.. I missed you so much...” My heart jumped, sending another wave of glowing power to my fingers and the radio crackled, pulling James' attention. A smile lit my face and fingers dug in, reaching through the plastic of the radio. It crackled again, blinking with light and coming alive with the voice of Whitney Houston. “If I should stay, I would only be in your way. So I'll go, but I want you to know, I'll think of you every step of the way. And I will always love you. I will always love you...” James stared at the radio, his hand reaching up and freezing midair while the other hand gripped the dart tighter. I felt his heart race in his chest, and moved my fingers, knowing now exactly what I needed to do. The channels skipped under my fingers and oh-so-dear to me music flooded the car. “So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trust in who we are...” James breathed in and whispered in unison with his own voice from the radio. “...and nothing else matter...” His heart jumped and I felt the darkness of deep remorse, rising in him like a tidal wave. My hand flew to his chest trying to help, to protect, to heal, and as soon as I touched him, he breathed in, pressing his hand on top of mine. His eyes closed shut, pushing out a tear. “Alex... please forgive me... I... I never stopped... loving you...” I felt his heart bleeding with regret and sorrow. Gods... help me take his pain away... please help me... “James... I love you, I'll always love you! I forgave you a long time ago and you have to forgive yourself. Our love is forever baby, but you have love that's here and how, you have to open your heart and let it in. I want you to be happy, to feel how great it is to be alive! I want you to be loved and love, be happy with your family and I will be here, I'll always be here waiting for you. We'll meet again, many many years from now we'll be together once more and no one will ever separate us. I know now why we met, I know why the Gods brought me into your life through times and worlds. Only your soulmate could've awakened your heart for love, save you from the coldness of anger at this world, to prevent you from becoming a bitter man. But this lifetime was not ours to keep and I can't see you like this, mourning your loss, you need to let go, you need to live! I'm taking this darkness out of your heart, so you can feel the love that's around you.” I felt the light from my hand pushing deeper into his chest, breaking the blackness into pieces, extinguishing pain, healing bleeding wounds. His hand pressed tighter to mine, eyes opening, and I gazed into loving blues. His lips moved with my name and I felt him breathe in and out with release. “I'll always love you...” “I know... I'll always love you too...” I lowered my head to his chest and closed my eyes, listening to his heart skip and come back with stronger beats. His hand moved on top of mine in a loving tender touch, warmth from his body spreading a soothing veil of serenity and redemption. Time slowed down, melting in the face of our eternal love. His chest rose up free of darkness, free of chains of anguish and regret. His body relaxed and a loving whisper flew from his lips. “Thank you... thank you for everything. For loving me, for Jamie, for forgiveness. I'll always love you, Alex. I'll love you forever and nothing else matters. We'll meet again to be together for all eternity... I know it now.... thank you my love.” A light breeze touched my skin and I lifted my head. “Time to go...” Cliff was standing by the door, with his back to the wall, rolling a lit joint between his fingers. I nodded to him and turned back to James. “Go James... go to your family, go live, love and be loved.” As if he heard my words, he let go of my hand, breathed in, and opened the car door, getting out. He carefully closed the door and slid his hand on top of it with a smile playing on his lips, then walked to the side door. Cliff watched his friend moving toward him, then winked at me, and blew a cloud of smoke on his pals' path. James walked right into the cloud and stopped, breathing in. “Cliff?” He turned his head, as if he could see his friend standing just a few feet away from him. A smile touched his lips. “Thanks for watching over Alex.” “No problem, old friend.” Cliff smiled, stepping away from the door as James' hand landed on the handle, turning it. He paused, then turned back with a childish smile on his lips. “And Cliff... you better keep your hands off my girl, or I'll have to come up there and rip them off.” Cliff looked at me, grinning ear to ear and cackled. “Well, I see you fixed him. I hear the same old James I knew.” THE END. |
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| tuesday's gone | April 12, 2012, 5:34 pm Post #862 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS FIC. I'm an emotional wreck, I'm in tears (again!). But they are happy tears. That closing scene is such a treasure! You are the master and this was one true masterpiece and I enjoyed every update down to every single word. And I just love you so much! Thank you!
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| jØrdan | April 12, 2012, 11:04 pm Post #863 |
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Valar Morghulis
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I am crying, like an asshole. ;____; I mean just- UGH. With the help of the radio and he forgave himself... and they both have closure. OMG. I mean this was just an UNBELIEVABLY incredible ending to an amazing fic, Olya. And I'm going to miss the updates. Thank you thank you thank you so much for writing it... and making it so perfect. You couldn't have done a more perfect job. Oh and... you know I noticed this... lol. Spoiler: click to toggle Why can't those be real! ;_; I want those, NOW! I love you. lol
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | April 13, 2012, 4:10 am Post #864 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Yeah baby!!!! Oh God I absolutely love this. James knowing Cliff is there. So beautiful!!!! Thank you Olya for this story, you are the best
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| Shayniz21 | April 13, 2012, 8:10 am Post #865 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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that was amazing!! |
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| SlayingTheDreamer | April 13, 2012, 11:04 am Post #866 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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....and I have teary eyes again... this was so emotive, I couldn't help myself, so I let a tear or few thank you for this beautiful story, I couldn't ask for better ending ''...and nothing else matters.''
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| ilovejaymz | April 17, 2012, 12:22 am Post #867 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh, I've been away for a while, due to personal problems in my life, and i missed all the updates. So i just spend the past hours reading them, feeling all kinds of emotions.. Despair, heartache, sorrow, happiness... AND I'M FUCKING CRYING MY EYES OUT RIGHT NOW! Beautiful written.. Not the happy ending i was hoping for, and looking forward to, in the beginning.. but.. it all ended happy anyways.. And they will be together in the end I loved this from start to finish .. Thank you
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| MetallicaObsessed | April 18, 2012, 9:50 pm Post #868 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Olya, I really want to tell you how much I love this fic, and I was so sad to see it end. But I suppose that's okay because as they say "All good things must come to an end." Maybe one of these days you'll give us a sequel, or someone will feel inspired to write a spin off/sequel to this. I enjoyed all the twists and turns, you manged to evoke the full spectrum of emotions from me with this story. I truly love your writing, and I hope you continue to do this forever! You are a great writer!
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| Olyamet | April 21, 2012, 6:42 pm Post #869 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls so much for your kind words, thank you for reading it!!! I love you all!
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| jØrdan | July 11, 2012, 2:59 pm Post #870 |
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OMG! Pics in the beginning are great! THANKS! BTW, reading the story again... lol. |
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