John Steed (weir_needed) wrote in wished_away_rpg, @ 2013-08-11 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma peel (appealing_emma), john steed (weir_needed) |
A Question of Balance
WHO: Mrs. Emma Peel and Mr. John Steed and ?
WHAT: Arrival in Enchantia
WHERE: Just outside the Inn
WHEN: Day-? Day 18 - late evening
WARNINGS: probably none
STATUS: Open and ongoing
If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me
Uh uh uh uh no baby please don't go
And if you leave me now, you'll take away the very heart of me
Uh uh uh uh no baby please don't go
Uh uh uh uh girl I just want you to stay
A love like ours is love that's hard to find
How could we let it slip away
We've come too far to leave it all behind
How could we end it all this way
The newspaper headline read, Peter Peel Alive. Air ace found in Amazonian jungle.... Numb, Steed held the morning edition in one hand, the telephone receiver in the other. "Yes," he said in response to the emotionless voice on the other end, "I'll need a replacement as soon as possible." He hung up, unaccustomed sorrow clouding his vision. This was not something he was familiar with and it did not sit well with him.
The door burst open and there she was, a vision in a radiant yellow pant suit. Emma Peel. His Emma no more. The question was, had she ever been? Or was what they shared a mutual illusion? Whatever it was, this was not the time to discuss it. Time was not on their side, and there was nothing he could do to keep the grains from slipping away between his fingers. And yet how clear the memories of times that would never be forgotten.
She kissed his cheek, turned, and made her silent way to the door. "Emma," John softly called after her. "Thanks," she said, giving him a last, sad smile. And then she was gone.
Steed moved to the window, gazing out into the mews. A car was waiting. Standing beside it was a man in a bowler. He turned his head, tilted it up toward John. Good Lord, did Peter Peel resemble... Steed?
Steed closed his eyes. He didn't wish to see Emma greet her husband, to watch her take her place in his vehicle and drive out of his life forever. Practically speaking, he could survive anything. But did he want to?
He wished there was another way, although he wished no harm to her spouse. It wasn't his fault after all. But couldn't there be... shouldn't there be...
There were some who claimed Steed had no heart. But they must be wrong, for surely it was breaking... He wished... he wished...
It was the breeze against his cheek that signaled to him that something was not right, for his windows were all closed. So what... He opened his eyes, and he was no longer at 3 Stable Mews. But where he was he could not say. His umbrella was in one hand, his bowler on his head, and a smart valise sat beside him.
"Well, this is interesting," he said softly to himself.
*Peter Cetera, If You Leave Me Now