Waiting For My Rocket To Come

By: Anti Darth Ani

Chapter I - Running Away


I seem to find inspiration for my titles from movies and songs. Of course, this fan-fic is names mainly after the Jason Mraz CD. I guess this means that deep down in my subconscious, I cannot wait for him to release another CD. Chickens and bedroom slippers in your music video - you have to love the guy.

So, this is the sequel to Maybe Tomorrow. I can't make you read it, although I wish I could, but I must say that it helps you know what the hell is going on if you've read that too. So just think about that for a moment… okay, hopefully you've gone off to read it now for background information.

Anyways, if you're still here, I'm only going to tell you this once - I LOVE REVIEWS! They really make my day. That should be my slogan, because it's true. If you like, or don't like, my writing style, please let me know so I know what I need to correct and what I need to keep the same.

This first half of this chapter is from the ending of Maybe Tomorrow, to refresh your memory in case you've forgotten how it went already. J (Come on, it hasn't been that long since I finished writing Maybe Tomorrow).


Martin Fitzgerald woke up to a freezing apartment. He shifted uncomfortably in the bed and then realized that the sheet and comforter were all the way at the end of the bed, not even keeping his feet warm. Knowing he wouldn't he able to go back to sleep, Martin slipped out of bed, pulling the sheet and comforter back up for the figure still sleeping in the bed.

"I love you," he whispered as softly as he could, afraid she might wake up and hear he silent confession. He pushed back a few loose strands of her hair, which covered her beautiful face. His fingertips grazed over her cheek until she slightly stirred, causing him to pull his hand away and turn towards the door that led into the hallway.

He made himself a cup of coffee and slid open the balcony door from the living room to look out over the crowded streets of the city. It was even snowing a little, he realized as a few white flakes fell into his hair and onto his shoulders. He sipped his coffee, trying to forget about all of his problems, all of his fears, and all of his doubts. He had learned a lot of them since a week ago when his cousin had called and informed him about his aunt. He was thrown for an even bigger loop when Samantha had admitted that she loved him.

I just can't seem to be able to tell her, he thought to himself. Sure, he could when he knew she was asleep or daydreaming, but when she wanted to really know, when he knew she was wanting for him to tell her, he just couldn't form the words in his mouth. Maybe he was afraid of what it would mean if he told her, the kind of new responsibility that would drop onto his shoulders. With everything else going on, he didn't think he would be able to handle it. At least not today, he assured himself.

Samantha silently watched Martin out on the balcony. Her fingers rested on the sliding glass door, her breath creating a fog on the glass. She wanted to be able to reach out and tell him everything, but she knew she couldn't until he finally told her his true feelings. Until she knew how he felt about her, Samantha couldn't risk getting hurt even further, for she knew she would be a fool if she said she would be fine if he broke things off. Samantha even knew it would most likely break her heart, and she wasn't ready for that to happen again.

Sliding the door open slowly and quietly, Samantha managed to sneak out onto the balcony undetected. She leaned against the railing next to him, forcing herself to stare straight ahead, even when she felt his eyes casting a glance sideways at her. She wanted to let him know that she was comfortable not knowing anything, at least for now.

Martin silently rested his hand on hers, interlocking his fingers with hers. Only then did Samantha allow herself to steal a glance at him. He grinned softly as her, pulling her closer to wrap his arm around her. She was always there for him, he realized as she rested her head against his chest. Samantha wrapped her left arm around him and he slid his left arm around her shoulders, holding her even closer. They stood there in silence, enjoying the moment, neither one of them wanting to break the peaceful quiet. Martin kissed her forehead before resting his against her hair, vowing to himself that he would tell her how he felt, sooner or later.


Sneakers pounded against cement, breaths coming in short pants when allowed. The blonde ponytail flapped back and forth behind the sweaty body, leaving a short, yellow trail behind her. Forcing herself to continue, no matter what, Samantha urged herself faster. The skies began to open up and pour down on top of her head, but it didn't matter to Samantha Spade. She had to keep running. If she stopped, she would be giving up, and Samantha Spade did not give up. A little rain couldn't stop her. Nope, she was on a role and she wouldn't let anything stand in her way. Not anymore.

Three months. That's how much time passed since she told Martin that she loved him. Three months she waited for him to tell her something about the way he felt for her, but so far nothing. She knew she could wait longer, if he needed it, but lately it seemed hopeless for her. He never wanted to talk to her, always pulling away inside himself to think about his aunt. Her speed picked up and she pushed herself to the brink, kicking off of the ground harder each time her feet found the pavement. Jamie dropped a bomb with the news that his aunt passed away because of the cancer. Try as she might, she couldn't force Martin to talk to her about anything anymore.

She passed the familiar block of cookie-cutter apartments on a busy street. Shielding them from her vision, Samantha forced herself to look away from then, suddenly wondering why she choose this route to begin with. Was she trying to make herself feel guilty? If she wasn't, why would she choose to pass by Jack's apartment building? Everything in her life confused her now, feelings fading and popping back up at the most unexpected times.

Samantha found herself relieved when Jack's apartment blurred by with the rest of the street as she crossed the street and continued on towards Martin's place, where she headed, the pain in her legs picking up. Why she picked to run all the way to his apartment in the morning amazed her, but she always reminded herself about the constant need to stay in shape with the job she worked.

Another ten minutes passed in a blur until Samantha reached the stairs at Martin's apartment building. Slowly down gradually, Samantha leaded forward, resting her hands on her knees, and forced her breathing to return to its normal pattern. Sometimes she knew she pushed herself a little too hard, but it helped her forget everything else around her, all the confusing and wonder, the regret and lost hope. Finally calming down, Samantha wiped the sweat away from her forehead and opened the front door and started the mean climb up the stairs to Martin's apartment.