Title: Standing at the Edge of the Earth
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1, it's a song fic
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own anyone else mentioned
in the story, for they are the voices in my head, crying to get out. The song
belongs to Blessed Union of Souls. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is
a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13 Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be
anything to bad either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: When someone you love goes away, you'll stand at the edge of the earth
waiting for them.
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Email: [email protected]
Trish slowly followed along behind a group of her family members. They were all
chattering with the person next to them, as they walked along the airport
hallway. Trish lagged behind them by only a step or two. Everyone seemed so
happy, she knew that most of it was forced, but that didn't help her any. She
couldn't force a smile on her face.
She had taken extra special care with her appearance that day. She didn't want
anyone to recognize her as Trish Stratus, WWF Diva. She had pulled her long,
blonde hair up into a bucket hat. She hadn't done her makeup, and had a dark
pair of sunglasses covering her eyes. Instead of the usual revealing clothes she
wore, she was dressed in a pair of loose fitting black jeans, and a black
t-shirt. People might think she resembled Trish Stratus, but not many would
notice her.
Trish felt someone step up next to her, and their arm wrapped around her
shoulder. Trish looked up and saw Amy Dumas standing next to her. Amy's hair was
pulled up under a bucket hat to match Trish's. She wore tight jeans that started
near her navel, unlike her usual low riders. She had on a plain, long sleeved,
dark blue shirt. She was alos makeup-less and had sunglasses covering her eyes.
"are you okay?" Amy asked. Trish shook her head as her eyes caught
sight of the man they had all come to see leave. The man turned and his eyes
caught Trish's. She knew they were both feeling the same rush of emotions.
***
I knew that this moment would come in time
That I'd have to let go and watch you fly
I know you're coming back so why am I dying inside.
Are you searching for words that you can't find
Trying to hide your emotions but eyes don't lie
Guess there's no easy way to say goodbye.
***
The man offered her smile, and then opened his arms to her. Trish ran into his
open arms, tears streaming down her face. "Oh Travis, I'm going to miss you
so much. I love you so much. Don't go. Sneak into the trunk of my car and let's
take off." Trish cried into his shoulder.
Travis gently pushed her face back so he could look into her tear filled eyes.
"Trish...you know that I have to go. Part of me wants to go. I'll be okay.
I'll come back to you, you know that right?" Travis todl her. Trish nodded,
"I'll be on the edge until you come back."
***
So I'll be standing on the edge of the earth
Hoping that someday you'll come back again
I'll be standing at the edge of the earth hoping for someday
***
"Travis, I just need you to know that I'm supporting you in this. This is
what you want to do and what you feel you must do. So, I'm going to stand by
you. Remember that. And remember that you have to come back...because I'm going
to be waiting for you. I'll stand on the edge of the earth, waiting for
you." Trish whispered as Travis hugged her.
"Trish, I'll be back for you. No one could ever tease you to tears like I
could. I'll always be here for you. I promised you that a long time ago. I'll
keep in contact with you as much as possible. Plus, maybe on our breaks we could
convince some WWF stars to come 'lift our spirits.'. I'll see you again
T-baby." Travis told her, struggling not to cry.
"Travis, come on. You're needed on the plane now." someone called.
"I gotta go T-baby. I love you and I'll miss you. Be safe." Travis
told her, hugging her tightly. "You be careful too." Trish cried,
kissing his cheek and hugging him back tightly.
***
Don't misunderstand what I'm trying to say
I don't want to let you leave this way
I want you to know that I'll stand right by your side.
And I know this may be
The very last time that we see each other cry
But whatever happens know that I'll...
***
Trish watched him walk stiffly to the front of the room. He stood among other
young men dressed similiarly. A few of the young men Trish recognized from
growing up with them. More tears fell from her eyes.
She watched as they left the building and entered the large plane. Trish's heart
caught in her throat as she caught one last glimpse of Travis before he stepped
inside the plane.
Trish's knees felt weak and she felt the room begin to spin. She was grateful
when she felt Amy's arms circle her and gently bring her down so she was sitting
on the floor.
***
I'll be standing at the edge of the earth
Hoping that one day you'll come back again
I'll be standing at the edge of the earth hoping that someday
You'll come back to me
I'll be praying for whatever it's worth
Believing that one day you'll come back to me
I'll be standing at the edge of the earth
Hoping for someday.
***
"Trish, hun, are you going to be okay?" Amy whispered. "No,
no...I will not be okay until Travis is back safe and sound." Trish told
her. "He will be. I have faith that he'll be back. This is Travis we are
talking about." Amy assured her.
"yes, it's Travis we are talking about. My baby brother, Travy-baby. They
are having him go out there, who knows where, to fight a mans war! But he's just
a boy! He's not a man, he's my baby brother! He's only 19. He's a baby. Why him?
I'm the one who works with the violence...he worked on computers! He's not
violent! Why does he have to be the one to go?" Trish asked, mostly to
herself as she stood and pressed herself against the window where the plane had
left.
***
And I know this may be
The very last time that we see each other cry
But whatever happens know that I'll...
I'll be standing at the edge of the earth
Hoping that one day you'll come back again
I'll be standing at the edge of the earth hoping that someday
You'll come back to me
I'll be praying for whatever it's worth
Believing that one day you'll come back to me
I'll be standing at the edge of the earth
Hoping for someday.
***
"Trish..." Amy started to pull her out of her thoughts.
"Did you know that when we were younger, on Christmas Eve, we'd all huddle
in my room. Then we'd wake up at exactly 7:01 and sneak down the stairs. But we
couldn't look at the presents yet. We would all go to the bathroom and eat our
breakfast. Then we'd get to open our stockings. Finally at nine we'd get our
parents up. They'd eat, and then we'd open presents. There were many night when
Travis would knock on my door, and ask if he could sleep in my room. Sometimes
I'd let him. He was so scared of everything when he was little. But other times,
I'd force him out of the room. I regret that now. I'd give anything to go with
him now and let him share my room...." Trish trailed off, her mind
elsewhere.
"Come on Trish, he'll be back. The war won't last forever. He'll be
back." Amy told her, fighting back tears of her own.
"Yeah, he'll be back. He has to come back. But he'll never be my Travy-baby
again." Trish walked down the hall, slowly drying her tears.
***
Waiting for someday
Believing in someday
Praying for Someday
I'll be...
Longing for someday
Clinging to someday
Cherishing someday
I'll be...
Thinking of someday
Dreaming of someday
Wishing for someday
I'll be...
Living for someday
Counting on someday
Knowing that one day...
I will see you.
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