Title:  Someday out of the Blue

Author:  tayryn

Rating: FRT

Classification: John and Helena romance

Archive:  Arla’s site, my site

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 John's point of view and takes place just before he arrives to take command of Moonbase Alpha.  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 Helena.


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 tease 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.




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 a spring meadow, lush and green, sparkling with the morning dew.  And at other times, they are the colour of the darkest, purest emeralds, 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 back up at the night sky.  I am fascinated by space and more specifically the moon.  I am always involved with the sky and space in some fashion.  Always.  And like me with the sky, 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, in a luxurious stateroom on the Hindenburg as she glides through the sky on her way to America.


She has been many things throughout our lives:  temptress, mother, wife, crusader, princess, teacher, scientist, 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 where she 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 back up to the stars surrounding the secluded hill I'm relaxing on, my hideaway, the place I sought refuge from the world after losing my wife.  And 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 where I can touch the sky; the sky that is as much a part of me as healing is of her.  As she is of me.  And I am near it, near the sky.  But perhaps I am not near enough… perhaps this grassy hill isn't reaching high enough and 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 hill... maybe even this planet itself and head back to the moon... that ever present heavenly body in the sky. 


She’s closer now.  So very close.


I can sense her.


I stand outside the office door of the Chief Medical Officer of Moonbase Alpha, preparing to ask permission to enter.  I pause before pressing the button that will allow me to speak with her, standing straighter as my senses suddenly overload... as I sense her near and so... I press the button and announce my presence.


I walk in and she stands, an air of confidence around her, acknowledging my presence and position on this base.  Suddenly she stops; her eyes...  her eyes, the ones I would know in any time, filling with tears and mirroring the shock of recognition that is more than apparent in my eyes. 


“It’s you,” I whisper softly, stepping towards 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.





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