Anton's got a spark but (cantstartafire) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-11-03 14:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack harkness |
Who: Anton (with James and Nell in the background)
What: New beginnings!
When: Tonight!
Where: McCarran Internationl Airport, Private runway lounge
There was something to be said for new beginnings, Anton was becoming an expert at them. New heart, new life, new home. Things were changing rapidly, but he was looking forward to them and actually feeling positive about them all.
When he'd first gotten ill a handful of years earlier, he was pretty sure he would never feel himself again. But he had overlooked the idea that he might become someone else entirely. He'd been through more than a few things that had shaped him into exactly who he was, but the last months had probably done more than an 40 years on the planet had done for him.
He was sitting in a fancy lounge for filthy rich people while his private jet was refueled, his daughter was on her cell phone and she was smiling, James was in another corner looking out the window and talking on his cell phone, and Anton was just staring. He wondered who moved to England in November, but he supposed they did. A stop in Atlanta was on the agenda, but he didn't mind the idea of crossing the Atlantic for a while. He traveled with a heart surgeon everywhere he went so no one could tell him he was risking his health. And there was something poetic about it all he supposed.
He'd dragged James up one coast, down the other, and then unwittingly dragged him to the middle of the desert. If they were going to make this, them, work then he was willing to try his circle. He had his work cut out for him, he was sure. He was as American as they came and James' social circle in London - not so much. But he was still smiling. Thirty-six pills a day, possibly for the rest of his life, and he was still smiling. He wasn't going to die, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, that was something he actually cared about.
There were two dogs laying on the floor of the lounge next to Anton's feet, and a very pissed off, ugly ass cat in a carrier in the chair next to him. And Anton wasn't even complaining. His life may not have turned out quite as he expected - but he was willing to see what happened next. And, most extraordinarily, he found himself actually looking forward to it. Their flight attendant walked into the lounge just as Anton was sneaking the cat a treat from his pocket to get it to stop being so loud and announced that the plane was ready to board. He looked around and neither of his two traveling companions looked the slightest bit apprehensive and he looked at that as the best sign of all.