A/N: Guys, I am soooo sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I have been realllly busy and I suffered from a really bad case of writer's block and couldn't come up with anything good :/ Well, I hope you like this piece!
When John returned, Savannah was gone. "Savannah?" He set the glass of water down on the table and walked down the hall. He saw the silhouette of the bathroom light against the wall. When he got closer, he heard a loud gagging noise.
"Savannah?" He gently pushed the door opened and saw her hurling into the toilet. John quickly knelt beside her and gathered her blonde curls in his fists. He gently rubbed her back. "Shh it's ok. Easy," He whispered soothingly.
Once Savannah could breath, she slowly lifted her head up. "I'm sorry…" She chocked.
John let out a soft laugh and handed her a piece of tissue. "Hey, don't worry about it. This is what I'm here for. Now let's go get you warm," He said and lifted her trembling body off the floor.
Savannah curled her fingers in his and leaned against him as he led her to her bedroom. "Thank you," She said quietly.
John sighed. "How many times are you going to say that?"
Savannah smiled, her eyes closed. She knew he was joking. "A decent your welcome would be nice," She said and looked up at him.
John stopped when they reached the entrance to her room. "You're welcome," He said with a smile.
Savannah let go of his hand and stumbled into her room, sprawling herself across her bed, without giving him a second glance.
John stood in the doorway, watching her until he saw the heavy rising and falling of her chest. She was asleep. He wanted nothing more then to crawl into that bed and wrap his arms around her, pressing her cold body against his. Somehow, he knew a part of her wanted it too. He began to back out of the room, slowly closing the door behind him.
As he trudged back to the living room, John could feel small tears form in his eyes. Looking around at the house, he knew he shouldn't have agreed to come here. It was too painful for him. Knowing that Savannah had been living here with another man made John's heart want to leap out of his chest and run away screaming.
Was Savannah playing some kind of joke on him? She had friends in town that could have taken care of her, or she could have even called her parents. But why did she ask him? After all of these years, what could he have that he could possibly offer to her? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
He wiped the moistness from his face as he sat down. Thunder began to clash from outside, and lighting lit up the darkened house. Staring off into space, John noticed a folded up piece of paper sticking out from a pile of magazines. He knew better than to be snooping around Savannah's things, but he could help his curiosity. As he looked closer he saw his name in the cluster of Savannah's curvy handwriting.
John turned his head to make sure Savannah wasn't behind him then slowly lifted the paper from the pile. He skimmed his eyes up and down the page. It was a letter; for him.
There are no words to explain how much I miss you. I thought that I could do it; I thought that I could let you go. But I can't. I think about you every second of every day. I hate myself for what I've done to you. Tim knows it too. Even though he loves me, he sees my pain and wishes that I come back to you. But John, you must understand why I did what I did. Tim…he's always been there for me. He looked out for me, comforted me; and I just couldn't leave him alone. He says he will be okay by himself and that I need you. And that you also need me. The truth is John, I do need you. You make me feel whole and complete. Not a day goes bye that I don't worry about you and if you're safe. I pray every day that you'll come home safely. I pray even harder that you'll forgive me one day.
Yes, my darling Savannah, of course I forgive you. John felt the letter tremble in his hands as read it, tears streaming down his face. All of his questions had been answered. Yes, Savannah still loved him.
I know I did a terrible thing to you John. Despite everything that's happened and all of the apologies I could make, I still hurt you. And I can never take it back. That's what pains me the most. Although I now know who I really belong with and at this point I think you know too. I can't-
"What are you doing?" Savannah's voice came from behind him. John threw the letter back on the table and tossed a magazine on top of it. He stood up and flattened his shirt. "Umm nothing. Nothing," He stuttered. "Everything alright? How are you feeling?"
"Fine," She muttered and took a small step towards him, glancing at the table with her eyebrows creased. "What were you reading just now?" she pointed a finger towards the pile.
John looked from the table to her confused gaze. "Oh, just some magazine," He said with a shrug.
Savannah looked up at him with a glare. "That's not what I saw John," She crossed her arms.
John rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, thinking of how to avoid telling her. Finally, he let out a sigh. "You wouldn't be very happy if I told you," He said then met her gaze.
Savannah raised her eyebrow then looked back down at the pile. She glanced back up at John who said nothing then bent over the couch, grabbing the paper from underneath the magazine. Her eyes widened as she recognized it. "You…You read this?"
John nodded when she looked back at him. "I'm so sorry Savannah. I shouldn't have. It wasn't my business,"
To John's surprise, Savannah chuckled softly. "Actually, it is your business. This is for you," She said with a gentle smile and turned the paper for him to see. John looked at her in confusion, wondering why she wasn't angry with him.
Seeing the look on his face, Savannah lowered the paper and moved towards him. "Lighten up. John I'm not upset with you. Yes I would have liked if you waited 'till the letter was finished but, it's alright. No worries," She locked her fingers in his and showed him a glowing smile.
John knew that she was trying to avoid it as well, but he could see it in her eyes that she didn't have the energy or the will power to do it. Those eyes; those beautiful, breath taking blue eyes that always made John's heart race. If Savannah's eyes were an ocean, he would have been lost in them forever, never able to return.
Without realizing it, John slowly raised his hand and grazed it across Savannah's cheek. He traced the dark circles under her eyes then slid his thumb down her cheekbone. Her skin was as soft and delicate as a rose petal. "I miss you," He whispered.
Savannah closed her eyes and leaned into his palm. "I miss you too," She finally said.
John couldn't take it anymore. His desire and need for her was just too much for him to bear. He knew he was taking a big risk, but it was worth it. He needed Savannah to realize that they were meant for each other. He cupped her face in his hands and slowly began to lean towards her.
Savannah grabbed his hands. "John, wait," She quickly said and her body tensed up.
John looked at her. "Savannah, please. Just let me try," He looked at her with both love and hurt in his eyes.
Savannah slowly moved his hands from her face. She shook her head. "No, John. I can't. I'm sorry," She looked down as tears swelled up in her eyes.
John sighed and moved away from her, leaning against the wall. For a while, they just stood there, lost in their heart-breaking thoughts. They couldn't look at one another; they couldn't speak either.
Suddenly, they both jumped when the loud clash of thunder echoed throughout the room. The lights began to flicker and soon enough, the power went out.
"Damn," John heard Savannah mutter. He turned his head as she walked out of the room. He was about to sit down when he heard a loud BONK, followed by a groan.
"Savannah?" He called out and followed her path. He outstretched his arms to stop himself from slamming into anything. The house was pitch black. "Savannah? Where are you?" He called again.
"Here," He heard a soft moan from below him.
He bent his arms down. "Take my hand," He said then the cool air around his hand was replaced by a cold, clammy grip. John clutched Savannah's hand and heaved her off the ground, pulling her close. "Are you ok?" He whispered.
"Yeah," She mumbled, leaning against him.
"Let me get you some place where you can't hurt yourself, then I'll fix the light issue," He chuckled then guided her to her room.
Once Savannah was safely tucked away, John began to search for light. He found a few candles in a nearby closet, and a flash light in the kitchen. He made his way to the basement and checked on the generator. The fuse had burst completely and it was far from John's knowledge on how to fix it. They would just have to wait out the storm until John would be able to go find a repairman.
John went back up to the main floor and quickly lit the candles, then spread them throughout the house. He approached Savannah's room and gently tapped on the door. "Savannah?" He said before slowly creaking the door open. He looked to see Savannah standing by the window, gazing out at the storm.
When she heard him enter, Savannah turned and smiled at him. "This happens a lot," She chuckled.
John grinned. "No kidding. Well, your generator's fuse is blown out,"
Savannah shrugged. "We've got another one," She paused and stared at him. "But I think I like being in the dark for a while,"
John smiled. "Me too. What'd you say we hang out in the living room and I can tell you a bedtime story?" He said with a wink.
Savannah beamed and walked towards him. "I'd like that," She took his hand in hers.
John looked down at their locked fingers then back up at her. "You know, you still scare me Savannah Curtis," He reached and pushed a strand of her hair away from her face.
"And you don't scare me at all John Tyree," She said with a sly grin and moved closer to him, close enough for John to feel her breath on him.
John was utterly confused. He could feel himself getting angry with Savannah. He knew she still loved him, but he also knew that she was still loyal to her marriage to Tim. But John didn't want to push it, because every moment with Savannah was precious, and he didn't want to take advantage of it.
Twenty minutes later, John was sitting across from Savannah who was wrapped in a blanket on the couch. They were laughing and munching on crackers as John was telling her of one of his missions in Thailand. But soon enough, Savannah had fallen asleep. John just sat there, staring at her. Even from his distance he could see her boy trembling, and also the sweat beating down her face.
John was no doctor, but he wasn't stupid either. He rose from the couch and strode into the kitchen. He retrieved a wet wash cloth, some aspirin, and Savannah's water glass.
When he came back to Savannah, he sat on the coffee table and gently applied the cloth to her forehead. He placed the pill and water beside him then slowly lifted her into his arms.
At his touch Savannah stirred and squirmed a bit in his grasp. "What's happening?" She muttered and looked around sleepily.
"Shh, it's alright. I'm just warming you up. Go back to sleep," John said soothingly and sat down on the couch.
Savannah sighed with relief and smiled at him before closing her eyes and cuddling into his chest.
John smiled and kissed the top of her head gently. He leaned back against the couch and combed his fingers through her hair. He then closed his eyes; hearing nothing except the rolling thunder and dripping of the rain; he felt nothing except for Savannah's body pressed against his. John tried to enjoy this moment; he knew he would probably never have anything like this again. Savannah would truly never be his again, but all he could do was pretend. At this point, pretending was good enough for him.
A/N: Ehh, I don't know how much I like this one…but tell me what you guys think and if you want me to write more…let me know!