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Title: Seven Bridges Road
Gibbs-centered /Gabby mentioned
A huge thank to finlaure for taking the time to beta!
Requested by Talldi / Seven Bridges Road- The Eagles
Quietly I closed the door behind myself.
It was strange to be back in Stillwater. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about my very smart father, who had called Abby before he had called me to invite us over for Thanksgiving.
By us I mean all of us, Ducky, Abby, the team and me.
If he had called me first I probably would have declined, telling him I or we had work to do, but calling Abby was a smart move. Since our case two years back, my father knew I had a soft spot for the Goth, inviting her was almost a guarantor that I actually would show up.
While walking down the vacated road, an image of the morning after Abby had arrived for the case came to mind.
Abby had entered the kitchen shortly after me, her hair still down, cascading over her shoulders, stopping at a level just beneath her shoulder blades.
That was the first time I realized just how long her raven hair really had gotten since the last time I had seen her without her trademark pigtails.
She had been clad in her usual attire, which meant a barely covering black skirt, boots and a tight shirt with a grinning skull printed on it.
With the always present smile on her face she had wished a very good morning before she had collected her usual morning hug and had taken my coffee cup out of my hand.
With a lopsided grin I had allowed her to empty half of the cup, while my arm had remained around her shoulders.
Touching my coffee cup let alone drinking of it was something everybody else would have been shot for and my father had known that.
Come to think of it now I actually have no idea what my father thought that morning. I only know he was surprised about how close Abby and I really were.
With a short gaze to the left and right, I turned left and walked down the road.
I let my thoughts travel to the house behind me, where Ducky, Abby and my Dad already were in their beds sleeping. The three stooges, or musketeers, like Abby liked to call them were in the small hotel nearby. Only god knew what they were doing, judging by the time of night maybe sleeping as well.
I, on the other hand, suffered from insomnia, like I often did.
At home I would have worked in the basement, letting my mind focus on the task at hand, here I couldn't.
Here my mind had the chance to wander to places I once never wanted to visit again.
While I formerly didn't like having time to think, I now didn't mind. Maybe I should be thankful for the explosion and the following coma. As strange as it may sound, having to relive my past, forced me to work through it all.
If all of that never had happened, I still would be replacing my late wife with poor substitutes while never giving a shit whether I lived through a case or not.
Oh well, at least the giving a shit about dying or living had changed a while before the explosion, shortly after Abby started to work in the lab, to be exact. Ever since we became close friends I at least made an attempt to not get hurt.
Without really noticing it I arrived at the end of the main lane, not thinking twice about it, I made a right turn, suddenly knowing exactly where I wanted to be right now.
Not far from where I was right that moment was a place I often went to as a teenager.
My sacred haven here in Stillwater.
I followed the path deeper toward the forest. With a smile on my face I crossed the wooden bridge, guided by the moonlight. A few more minutes and I arrived at the spring of the stream, sitting down on one of the huge rocks next to it, looking up into the starry sky.
There are stars
In the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
I remember the time when I was a child; I often stared at the sky, thinking I never wanted to trade this view or this place for anything in the world. The horseback riding through the forest and the countryside, the camping, the stars only seen in darkness, only a remote area could produce. I never thought about leaving.
When my mother passed away life changed. I changed. I lost the ability to see the beauty in this place, only after I met Shannon here I began to see, to feel again.
I began to love.
With a soft smile I thought back to the vacation shortly after we got married, I brought her back to Stillwater, brought her back to this place, were we made love hidden behind this very rock I now was sitting on.
Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild
They say it's better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all. There was a time in my life, a long time in my life, I couldn't have disagreed more. I hated the fact that I have loved and lost.
Now I'm thankful for every memory I have left, for every minute I've had with my wife and child.
Both had loved it here, loved my father, and loved this place, the quiet wilderness and this very area where I now stared into the sky.
When they died, I couldn't come back to my hometown, I couldn't revisit the place where I found happiness again only to lose it not much later. I had to exclude the beauty of this place, which I couldn't see anymore anyhow.
So I stayed away, walked into the opposite direction sometimes even ran.
Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road
When we caught the case of the poor boy and we found out that he was from the same town I was from, I had known if we had to drive to Stillwater I would meet my father again.
In a town that size news always travels fast.
Seeing my father again, was something I feared. Well not as in being afraid of him, but afraid of how our meeting would be. The last time I had seen him I had made it very clear what I thought about him that day.
He had hurt me by bringing a woman to my family's burial, but the way I reacted wasn't the right way either. Driven by the loss and the urge of revenge I felt betrayed when I saw him with his date, especially as the lowering of the coffins caused images of my mother's burial to reappear in my mind as well.
Taking a deep breath I watched the stars and focused back on the present.
The present was here and now.
I knew Abby was fond of my father as was he of her, more than once he had told me in a phone call I should take her out on a date, but that was something I didn't dare to do at least not on another occasion than her pre-birthday dinner.
It was safe that way.
Abby was too precious.
On the other hand the fun and flirting especially earlier that day, when we prepared everything for tomorrow let me reconsider, or at least think about reconsidering my decision. With Abby everything seemed easy. Every situation we had to face the last couple of years, she was at my side no questions asked.
Maybe the feelings for Abby were the reason I couldn't find sleep tonight, the reason my mind wandered towards the raven-haired woman in the guest-room at my father's place, maybe that was the reason why my feet guided me to this place, maybe my unconsciousness suggested I finally should make a decision. As the shooting star crossed my vision I did.
Life was too short to dwell on the bad side, only tasting the bitterness of the lemon this life could be.
Thinking about all the bridges I have crossed in my life, crossed and burned, destroyed without a chance to walk back, I decided a relationship with Abby was a bridge I suddenly wanted to cross, taking the chance to leave the bitterness behind and make room for something else. Hopefully I could cross that bridge without letting it tumble into the raging current beneath it.
It was time to taste the sweetness of honey again. It was time to taste the sweetness of a life with my beautiful Goth.
There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide
You should go
There is a taste of thyme sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
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