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| Potential; One shot Jason/Abby | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: July 30, 2012, 7:21 pm (354 Views) | |
| I_Disappear | July 30, 2012, 7:21 pm Post #1 |
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Blackened
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I want to dedicate this fic to Shayniz21. Without her support, I never would have gotten the courage to write, let alone post, a fic. Thanks again Hinnie, I owe you. Now, please keep in mind this is my first fic EVER!! Now on to the fic... I clutched Francesca's hand as another panic attack rose from the bottom of my stomach and rose into my throat. Despite the expensive dress and perfect makeup I felt sick. Hissing in pain Fran glared over at me as she tried to yank her hand out of mine. "Abby, what is wrong with you?" she questioned, concern lacing her voice. I couldn't help but start to quiver as I muttered, "It's starting soon, I'm gonna freakin' see him." Fran rolled her eyes at me before she turned her attention back to the stage in front of us. "As your friend, I feel it is my duty to let you know you are over reacting," she replied, a small smirk on her face. I couldn't help giggle a little as grins spread across my face and hers. "You look beautiful, he won't be able to take his eyes off of you," Fran assured me as she squeezed my hand in gentle comfort. It had been years since I had seen Jason. After several years we had rebuilt our friendship but we didn't keep in touch. I hadn't seen him since 2001 and hadn't spoken to him since 2003. We had met in 1989 in some seedy bar. I had travelled to San Fransisco to visit my baby sister, Molly, who had moved to California to pursue her dreams. Molly had wanted to have a girls night out on the town. Having been born and raised in Tennessee, I was hesitant to go. The crazy city life was bound to chew me up and spit me out with no remorse. Molly had to literally stuff me into a short dress and skyscraper heels and then shove me out the door. Just thinking about that night brings a slight smile to my face. I can smell the smoke and stale beer of that night. Like a movie, a flashback begins to play before my eyes. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Seriously Abby, you're whining like a spoiled brat. Just get out of the car and let's have some fun," Molly snapped. Glaring at her I couldn't help but think that their were some times when I just wanted to smack that pretty little face of hers. I would always be a firm believer in the fact that she got all the good look genes while I got all the brains. "How do you expect me to get out of the car, let alone walk in these death traps!" I all but yell back as I gestured towards my feet. Slamming her door Molly comes over the my side of the car, strutting her stuff in a don't-fuck-with-me kind of way. Grabbing my arm in a death grip she ripped me out of the car, making me wobble on my feet. "You look great, now remember, heel toe heel toe," she instructed before linking her arm with mine and drug me into the bar. After several hours in the bar, and several shots, I was able to let loose and have fun with my baby sister. Unfortunately, with drinking comes a full bladder and mine was busting at the seams. After telling Molly where I was going I stood up from the bar and attempted to make my way to the bathroom. All the liquor in my body rushed to my head. I knew in that moment that I had had enough. Once I had done my business I washed my hands and made my way back to the bar. Trying to strut my stuff like Molly expertly did earlier I sashay across the room. Right as I feel several sets of eyes on my body I feel my foot come out from under me. "Oh shit," I mentally scream as I flail my arms in an attempt to stable myself. I begin to fall and I instinctively close my eyes waiting for the inglorious impact. Out of no where a pair of strong arms wraps around me. As my eyes flutter open and lock onto a pair of bright blue eyes staring down at me. After a 5 second staring contest I blush as I stammer, "Thanks for catching me." A deep rumbling pours of the man's chest as he sets me back on my feet. "Anything to wrap my arms around a beautiful woman," he replies as he extends his hand. "I'm Jason," he introduces. Shaking his hand I can't help but blush. Gorgeous blue eyes and long auburn hair... I just hope I'm not drooling. "Abigail," I mutter shyly, "Let me buy you a drink. Ya know, to say thanks." Jason and I spent the rest of the night talking. He was down to earth and made me laugh. At the end of the night he gave me his number and told me to give him a call. The rest of my stay in San Fransisco consisted of hanging out with Jason and the rest of his band mates. When it was time for me to return home Jason promised to keep in touch. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Suddenly, my flashback was interrupted as another blond woman sat down at the table with Francesca and I. Raising an eye brow in question I watched as the woman glanced at the stage and then back at Fran and I. With a smile the woman extended her hand to Fran and said, "Hello, I'm Nicole. You two must be wives of some of the members." Fran smiled politely back and shook her hand, "I'm Francesca and yes, I'm married to James." Then Nicole turned to me and I shook her hands as well. "Abigail Lancing and actually, I'm just the band's publicist." Nicole shook her head in acknowledgement. "Sorry for the mistake," she apologized. "No harm done, you're not the first to assume I'm a band members wife," I replied. "What's your attachment to the band?" I asked. "Well, I'm engaged to the former bassist, Jason Newsted. Do you know him?" she asked innocently. All the color drained from my face as I stared, shocked at the blond beside me. This is the woman who stole my spot in Jason's heart, I thought. I wanted so badly to ate her but I just couldn't. It wasn't her fault Jason and I had split on bad terms. It wasn't her fault she was meant to be his support. It wasn't her fault. "Yes, we knew Jason but if you'll excuse us, we need to powder our noses before the show starts," Fran politely replied before she pulled me to my feet. Grabbing my hand she led me to the bathroom. I was like a zombie, mindlessly following the person before me. Once we reached the bathroom Fran turned to me, sympathy radiating from her eyes as she scanned my face. "Oh Abby, I'm so sorry. I had no idea," she began before I cut her off. "How could you have known? Jason severed ties with all of us," I sniffed, fighting back my tears. Hastily grabbing some paper towels Fran begins to blot my cheeks as a few tears squeeze out of my eyes. "Oh Abby, don't cry. You're going to ruin your makeup. Besides, you'll find someone. A guy that treats you like the spark of sunshine you are. Hopefully, he's blond, British, and rich too," she jokes trying to cheer me up. Taking a deep breath I steel myself against the onslaught of emotions brewing in my chest. "Thanks, Fran," I whisper as she finishes fixing my makeup. "No problem girl, this is what friends do. Now come on, the band should start playing soon," she says before we make our way back to the table. Upon returning to my seat I glance around at the people around me. The Fillmore is absolutely packed. Surprisingly this shocks me despite the fact that I helped create this monster of a show. Metallica was turning 30 and everyone wanted to help celebrate this achievement. The lights began to flicker, signaling the show was about to begin. One thing that will never grow old is watching my friends perform on stage. A smile grace's my lips as the lights go down and Metallica enters the stage. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At the end of the performance, current band members and old band members take a bow. I send up a silent prayer to Cliff, hoping that he is doing well and is as proud of the band as we are. I had never met Cliff but knew he was a vital part to the well oiled machine known as Metallica. Applause fills the air as the band members hug one another. It warms my heart to see that some disputes between old and new members have been laid to rest. Once the applause begins to quite band members begin to give their speeches. Before I know it Jason is stepping up to the podium. Instinctively my eyes drop to the table. Looking at Jason would snap the shaky restraint I currently had on my emotions. Like all the other band members, Jason's speech consisted of thanking the band for everything they had done, thanking the fans for the undying support, and thanking everyone that worked behind the scenes to make Metallica the beast it is. Vaguely I listened to what Jason was saying but I heard nothing. His words were going in one ear and out the other. Every word sent shiver of despair trickling down my spine. Nicole was on the edge of her seat, gazing lovingly up at the man she, and I, were in love with. The adoration and love oozing off of her was sickening and I wanted nothing more then to rip the fake blond hair from her head. Instead, I managed to locked my hands together and rest them on my lap. It wasn't till the end of Jason's speech that the words began to become clear and settle within my mind. "Out of all the people I have thanked here tonight, there is only one the truly deserves all my thanks and praise. Without her I would not be where I am today. I have learned so much from her that I owe her the world. Because of her I have learned compassion for others leads to better riches. She taught me that even at my worst, I am one of the luckiest men alive," Jason began. A knife in my heart began to slowly twist, bringing tears to my eyes. Fran slowly reached her hand over and placed it on my knee giving it a comforting squeeze. I keep my head bowed but notice Nicole fidgeting in her seat. Rub it in my face some more you bitch, I mentally snap at her while glaring at her through my eye lashes. "Her grace and beauty has made me appreciate the world around me. Her smile made me want to work harder just so I could see that radiant smile again. I strive to be a better man because of her. Never, not even once did she leave my side until I forced her hand. And even then she came back to me, showing me what true love can accomplish," Jason continued, occasionally glancing in Nicole's direction. The smile on her face makes me want to vomit. Instead, I place my hand and Fran's in hope of gaining some kind of comfort. Taking a deep breath Jason begins the end of his speech, "Without the support and love of my blond angel I probably would have left the band sooner. Until today, she has never been told how much I appreciate everything she has done for me, nor have I told her how much she means to me. Even now." It's here that Jason pauses. For some unknown reason I lift my head and look up at the stage. To my astonishment, Jason is staring straight at me, eyes sparkling. Shocked breathless I can't take my eyes off of him. "I never stopped loving you," Jason begins, "you are my world and I would give anything for you to love me again too." At his words Nicole begins to stand while she whispers back to Fran and I, "He's going to propose, I just know it." In all her majestic blond glory, Nicole stands and awaits, with baited breath, for the conclusion of Jason's speech. "Please give me another chance Abby. Leaving you was the worst mistake I've ever made," Jason finishes staring straight at me. The entire theater goes quite as we all stare at Jason in stunned surprise. The only noise in the theater is the soft sounds of heels clicking on the floor as Nicole turns to stare at me. "What?!" I stammer and she shouts at the same time as the entire theater erupts into applause. As Nicole slumps down into her seat my eyes return to Jason's as he stares back at me. All I can do is smile causing him to smile back. "Yes," is all I am able to say before Fran sweeps me up into her arms, hugging me fiercely |
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| Shayniz21 | July 30, 2012, 8:07 pm Post #2 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Love, love, love it!!! And thanks for the dedication! I love how you fucked with the reader and had them think he was talking about Nicole in his speech but then drops the bomb of him talking to Abby!! Awesome Hinnie!!!! This fic rocks and maybe we'll get to see you continue this???? heehee........ :horns2 |
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| I_Disappear | July 31, 2012, 9:39 am Post #3 |
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Blackened
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You are so very welcome hinnie!! Honestly, you deserve more then a dedication. I'm really glad you like it! Helps build my confidence. It makes me smile knowing that my plan to trick the reader actually worked. I don't know about continuing this fic. As of right now I have no plans to continue it. Sorry. |
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