Title: Someday out of
the Blue
Author: tayryn
Rating: PG
Classification: Nathan & Kristin romance
Archive: NKRA, Arla’s
site, my site (someday)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been. Never will be. <sigh>
Summary: Some day out
of the blue… (he he he he)
Notes: This story is
told in first person from Nathan’s point of view and takes place just before he
arrives on the seaQuest. The lyrics are
from “Someday Out of the Blue” by Elton John.
This is a companion piece to Arla’s
“A Love Through Time” as told by Kristin.
Thanks to Arla for the inspiration... and the okay to go
ahead with this... and also for giving this baby a quick beta for me!
~*~*~
Some day out of the blue
In a crowded street or a deserted square
I'll turn and I'll see you
As if our love were new
Some day we can start again, some day soon
Here comes the night
Here come the memories
Lost in your arms
Down in the foreign fields
Not so long ago
Seems like eternity
Those sweet afternoons
Still capture me
I still believe
I still put faith in us
We had it all and watched it slip away
Where are we now
Not where we want to be
Those hot afternoons
Still follow me
Some day out of the blue
Maybe years from now
Or tomorrow night
I'll turn and I'll see you
As if we always knew
Some day we would live again, some day soon
I still believe
I still put faith in us
~*~*~
They’ve started again.
The dreams.
Or are they memories?
I’m not really sure.
They’ve haunted me ever since I was a young boy, these…
these dreams of mine. Images that come
at night, and then teasing me by fading away into nothing more than a wisp of
‘something’ in the daylight.
But they’ve started again.
And this time, the sunlight isn’t chasing them away. This time they’re sticking around. Dreams so vivid and real, that I wake up with
the feelings invoked by the images... remembering everything.
The memories are the same, but yet they are different.
Sometimes I’m an old man, sometimes I’m young, and
sometimes, I’m in the prime of my life, having accomplished much, and still
wanting to do more.
I am there.
And so is She.
Her.
My love.
My only love.
The other half of my soul.
I close my eyes and I can see hers. While her face may change with each life, her
eyes remain the same. Her eyes… at times
the colour of sable and just as soft and at others, they are the colour of
dark, smooth whiskey; smouldering with the passion that I know is always
simmering just below the surface.
And just being with her… in her presence brings me peace and
calms me as no one can.
I open my eyes and glance out at the ocean. I am always near the water, involved with the
sea in some fashion. Always. And like me with the sea, she is a
healer. In some fashion, in every life,
she is a healer.
Our names change with each new life: Nial and Brianna, Catherine and Richard,
Gregory and Helena. And with each new
life and name, comes a new place:
Atlantis, Camelot, Alexandria, Paris, London, Scotland, New Orleans, New
York, and Sydney. And while our names
and places change… our love never does.
Our lives together are sometimes long, rich, and full;
complete lives, having met when we’re young.
Other times, we find each other much later in life and only have a few
precious years together and sometimes, our lives and our love is tragically cut
short, way before it’s due.
We were, Nial and Brianna, our last breaths mingling
together in a burning, desperate kiss as the tsunami washed over our world,
allowing the ocean to consume us whole and wiping all traces of our world off
the face of the earth. Richard and
Catherine, on the deck of the Ship of Dreams – Titanic, clutching each other
desperately, passionately saying good-bye.
I can still feel the desolation in my heart and feel my soul being torn
apart as I watch my love being lowered away in one of the few lifeboats, my
eyes holding hers even as the lifeboat hit the water and began to move
away. Staring out at the water and
waiting for the ocean to claim its prize over the arrogant pride of man;
hearing the screaming pleas and cries of those of us left behind as the mighty
ship split in two and sank beneath dark, cold depths; knowing I was lost to my
love once again and her to me.
We were Mary and David, finding each other, loving each
other, and losing each other on a beautiful island, at a time of war, in a tiny
seaside town called Pearl Harbor.
Egypt, Greece, Italy, The Americas, Europe, and even the
islands of the South Seas… our love has spanned many continents and has
conquered many times.
And while some of our memories are just those of the simple
pleasures of everyday life, most of the memories I have of me and my love, are
highly sensual and extremely erotic. I
wake from those dreams still tasting her, still smelling that scent that is
uniquely hers, still feeling her beside me, her body pressed tightly against
mine as I hold her securely in my arms.
I can still hear the sounds she makes when we’re making love, the look in
her eyes when I fill her and join our bodies; the way she moves with me, over
and under my body in our timeless rhythm of love. And with those memories comes an amazingly,
incredible sense of being complete.
We’ve made love beneath the sun in a meadow filled with
flowers and floating through the sky in a hot-air balloon. A
four-poster bed with the scent of magnolia and night jasmine surrounding us and
in a lighthouse at twilight with the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks
below. A loft bedroom in a small cottage in the Scottish highlands with
the scent of heather all around us; on the balcony of a penthouse in New York
on New Year’s Eve, the snow drifting down around us with Gato’s Europa playing
in the background as the shouts of the new year echo on the streets below
and, on my bunk in the cabin of my large sailing ship as we take supplies
and emigrants to the New World.
She has been many things throughout our lives: temptress, mother, wife, crusader, princess,
teacher, doctor and always, always a lover.
At the beginning of time, our love was forged and we have
lived many lives since and have loved through many lifetimes – each time and
each life, destined to find each other.
I haven’t found her yet in this lifetime. I don’t know her name or what she looks like,
or even what her name is. All I know is
that she’s searching for me, just as I’m searching for her… for that part that
will complete her. My heart and these
dreams are telling me that we will soon find each other again and once more be
complete; until the next lifetime and the next…
I can feel that my life is about to change, as she’s
close. I can feel it. I look out on the water surrounding my
little island, my refuge from the world after losing my wife. While not ‘Her’; not my love, the other half
of my soul, my wife was a wonderful woman and I did love her. But
not with the depth and eternal devotion that I love 'Her'.
I can feel her. She’s
very close.
She’s always known to find me near the sea; the sea that is
as much a part of me as healing is of her.
As she is of me. And I am near
it. But perhaps I am too far… perhaps
this island of mine will make it harder for her to find me. And Lord knows I want her to find me. Just as I want to find her. Maybe it’s time to leave this island and head
back to civilization.
She’s closer now. So
very close.
I can sense her.
I walk ahead of Commander Ford, stopping when I hear a
slightly accented voice call out for the young commander. Leaning back against the bulkhead, my senses
suddenly overloading, I wait…
She turns, the answer Commander Ford is giving her, falling
on deaf ears as she turns; her eyes filled with tears, mirroring the shock of
recognition that is more than apparent in my eyes.
“It’s you,” I whisper softly, stepping towards her,
oblivious to everything around me but her.
“Yes.” She replies,
moving towards me as well.
And then she is in my arms, enfolded in my embrace; our love
once again complete. For beneath the
dreams, beneath the memories, beneath it all is a truth that overwhelms
us. A calling of what was, what is and
what shall be…
For this lifetime and for eternity.
~fin