A Lifetime Of Love: Syd and Sky
Series presented by: Pink-Green-White-4ever
Challenge: Let Me Tell You A Story
Last Revised: October 14, 2006
Summary: And the story begins…
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did.
Rating: T, for now.
AN: Done in response to the Ars Amatoria's Ranger Romance Themes Challenge. Yes, I know that the Theme Challenge BloomingViolets and I started isn't finished, but I got some great ideas for these two so I'm going to try my hand at a solo set of challenges, only this uses all 60 of the challenges, both sets 1 and 2. (NOTE BV and I have finished Accidentally In Love)
When you look back on times we had
I hope you smile
And know that through the good and through the bad
I was on your side when nobody could hold us down
We claimed the brightest star
And we, we came so far
And no they won't forget
Whenever you remember times gone by
Remember how we held our heads so high
When all this world was there for us
And we believe that we could touch the sky
Whenever you remember, I'll be there
Remember how we reached that dream together
Whenever you remember
When you think back on all we've done
I hope you're proud
When you look back and see how far we've come
It was our time to shine
And nobody could hold us down
They thought they'd see us fall
But we, we stood so tall
And no we won't forget
-- Carrie Underwood, Whenever You Remember --
He couldn't help put smile when he heard the shouts for him followed by a thundering storm of feet coming down the basement stairs. Turning from his model airplane collection, he smiled when his four rambunctious grandkids slid to a stop and smiled at him. "Good grief, you sound like a herd of elephants coming down those stairs," he teased, moving to sit down on the couch. He smiled when the girls sat on one side of him and the boys sat on the floor.
"Grandpa! Grandma said you had a special surprise for us," ten-year-old Christina bounced enthusiastically next to him.
"Did she now?" he asked, grinning.
"What surprise do you have for us, Grandpa?" eight-year-old Joshua wanted to know.
"Well, I actually have a story to tell you," he told them. "Stay right here, I have to get something and then we'll get started."
He got off the couch and moved toward a bookshelf at the back of the room. Carefully, he selected four photo albums and brought them back over to the couch. He sat the pink, blue and red ones on the floor and opened the white one in his lap. The first picture in the book was of a trio of gray uniformed teenagers. "Grandpa, who's that?" twelve-year-old Roger asked, pointing to the picture. "They look familiar."
He couldn't stop the chuckle. "That's because they should be familiar. That's me, Grandma and Great Uncle Bridge. The story I wanted to tell you was the one you've been bugging me forever to tell you."
"You're finally going to tell us how you and Grandma got married?" fourteen-year-old Jamie asked, mystified that her grandfather was about to tell her a story he'd staunchly refused to tell any of them.
"I finally talked your mothers into letting e tell you our story," he told her.
"Why now?" Roger wanted to know.
He pursed his lips and stared down at a picture of himself standing with Sydney and Bridge in their pre-Ranger uniforms. It seemed so long ago that they had entered the academy, not much older than Jamie was now. A lifetime of love, happiness, and sometimes endless battles had happened between now and then. "Because our story starts during the glory days of SPD."
From the top of the stairs, she leaned against the door frame and listened to him telling their grandchildren the story of their love.