long as i can see the light . [Olive]

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[/i] The blaring robotic chirps seemed to sync with his running steps, each flat footed slap against the pavement below his feet. His heart followed the same rhythm, beating in tune to his feet and his device, blending together in a sort of harmony. Ford was, of course, oblivious to this harmonization, focused solely on catching the rascal of a Weevil who had eluded him so easily.

Skidding to a stop, leaving scuff marks on the ground behind him, Ford took a moment to look down at the small device in his hand. It was small, fit in the palm of your hand small, sending out readings like crazy. He had found it among Toshiko’s things, discarded, useless and only half built; he decided to complete it and make it his own. What he turned it into, ultimately, was a tracking device, paired with a small metallic beacon which, Ford figured, would be easy enough to slip onto someone without them taking notice.

Before the Weevil had managed to ditch him, Ford was able to slip his newly perfected tracking device onto the beast and, now, he was trying his very best to follow it. Unfortunately, something seemed to be interfering with the signal – as if this night couldn’t get any worse. He cursed under his breath before forcing himself to concentrate once more. Though the signal was scrambled, he was able to discern the general direction that the Weevil seemed to be going in. Back to running, Ford groaned half-heartedly as his feet began to sync with the blaring beeps once more.

He hadn’t even wanted to go on a Weevil hunt tonight, honestly. He had a night of moping and poking and prodding his mechanical arm, hoping for any sign of life within it, planned all out, right down to the brand of beer he would chug and the position he would eventually pass out in on the couch. Still, with his device newly finished, he was somewhat eager to try it out. Now, though, already invested in the chase and hunt, he longed for his mopey pokey drinky night. Ah, to be able to turn back time.

The farther Ford ran, the closer the beeps became to one another until, eventually, it sounded like a single tune, one long, blaring beep. Ford paid no mind to the similarity between this noise and the noise a heart monitor makes when the person attached loses their life – well, he paid a little mind to it. Nonetheless, Ford was focused, determined, ready. The Weevil, according to his device, was just around the next corner. So close, so close to catching that damned creature.

As Ford ran full force towards the nearby alleyway where he presumed the Weevil was hiding, he didn’t quite take into account what a sharp turn he would need to make. This misstep, this error, caused his dead arm to slam against the edge of the alley, sending him reeling in, off kilter and very, very vulnerable. The device in his hand broke free, falling to the ground and shattering into a million tiny little pieces, it’s heart-monitor beeping finally ceasing.

Ford, now on the ground, forced his wits to return to him. He looked up at the Weevil standing only feet before him, looming over him “Not really my day, is it,” Ford sighed. The Weevil, seeming to take his words as highly offensive, began taking heavy steps towards him, growling ferociously and bearing its sickly yellow teeth. “Now now,” The ex-Time Agent tried to reason with the beast – who only seemed further insulted by his words. “It doesn’t need to happen like this.” Thinking on his toes – or his ass, rather – Ford grabbed onto the nearby rubble of his dearly departed invention, tossing the bits at the Weevil. While this neither soothed nor stopped the savage beast, it did give Ford enough time to jump to his feet.

“Well,” Ford panted, catching his breath with one hand on his hip. “You gave me quite a run tonight. Didn’t think I’d be able to catch you.” As he spoke, Ford reached into his pocket for his much-needed Weevil spray – only to find it missing.

Gulp.

“This was all just in good fun, you know – it was just a game. A fun game, let’s admit it. You had a blast, I had a blast. We can be friends now, right? Man and Weevil, buddies at last.” His last ditch attempts at smoothing the situation over seemed to be failing miserably. Ford began backing up slowly, running his good hand along the wall of the alley, fingers probing around wildly, trying to find anything he could use as an adequate weapon – a loose brick, a discarded two-by-four, anything.

“I’m pretty much doomed, aren’t I?” Ford asked the Weevil, not at all expecting any sort of answer. So, yeah, he was kind of surprised when the Weevil seemed to nod. “Great.”

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[Olivia Ford]

...lost and insecure, you found me. you found me....
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Where are you going, Mummy?" Tyler asked. Olivia Ford smiled a bit. "I'm going to find Daddy, Ty." she told her son, giving him a soft smile. "I miss him." she heard her son say as put her time agent belt on. It held everything she could need in it. "So do I, honey." she told her son. "Where is he?" She sighed softly. "I'm not really sure, Ty." she told her son, "But I'm gonna find him, okay?"

Olivia watched her little boy nod. He had so much of his dad in him. That made her smile. He had her eyes but everything else was Des. "When will you be back?" He asked, his eyes wide and sad. He was only five. It was hard for her to leave him. He'd just turned five. He was her little boy. She knelt down to his level. "I'll be back soon, Ty." she told him, "I promise." "And you'll bring Dad with you?" He was SO hopeful. She loved that in her son. "Maybe I'll come back and bring you with me to Daddy." she smiled softly as she watched her son grin.

Olivia kisses his cheek and hugged her son. "Be good, all right, Ty." she said softly to her son and he nodded. God, he looks so much like Des. she thought.

Olivia stood up and put her vortex manipulator on her wrist. "I'll be back before you know it." she told her son. She gave him one last hug and a kiss on the top of his head. She watched Ty wave as she pressed the buttons on her vortex manipulator. "I love you, honey." was the last thing she could say before she vanished, time traveling already. She wasn't sure where she was at first. She started walking around. It didn't take too long for her to realize that she was in Cardiff at night. She wasn't exactly sure when in time she was.

While passing the mouth of the alleyway, Olivia heard a voice. “Well, You gave me quite a run tonight. Didn’t think I’d be able to catch you.” It made her stop dead in her tracks. She turned slowly. “This was all just in good fun, you know – it was just a game. A fun game, let’s admit it. You had a blast, I had a blast. We can be friends now, right? Man and Weevil, buddies at last.” It was a weevil he was facing. She quickly remember she had weevil spray and took it out of her pocket.

“I’m pretty much doomed, aren’t I?” The weevil nodded and she could tell there was a feeling of hopelessness. “Great.” "Not yet you're not." Olivia said and ran to where he was. She stood slightly behind him. She had a clear shot to get the weevil with the weevil spray and she took it.

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[/i] hear her voice. The realization hit him fast and hard, just as the Weevil spray hit the Weevil, who recoiled and stumbled back a good few feet. For a moment Ford was frozen, a statue of a man, trying to sort out his thoughts and hopes and wonders. It couldn’t be her, he told himself. How could it possibly be her? He didn’t want to turn around, he didn’t want to look, he was far too scared of being wrong, of being disappointed.

Still, he couldn’t at all help himself. He turned on his heels quick, eyes bright, smile spreading wide across his face – her smile, the one she inspired in him, the bright, big, purely happy smile that he had smiled the first day they met and every day with her after that. It was her, in the flesh, standing right there. She saved him, she always saved him.

“Olive,” He spoke quietly, breathlessly, the recoiling Weevil completely erased from his mind.
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[Olivia Ford]

The Weevil was drawing closer and closer as Olivia Ford ran towards her husband. She was sure it was him. The same darkish brown hair covered his head, a shade she was sure only the Ford family had. There was also the same height difference between then, Des being over six feet tall and Olivia being just over five. The voice also gave him away. She knew her husbands voice better than any voice in the world, even with all their time apart. She had missed that voice.

Olivia wondered why in hell didn't Des move. Why didn't he fight back? Why didn't he try to save himself, if not for a sense of self persveration for her or their son? She saw the clear shot at the Weevil, the clear shot that would save her husband from that nasty creature, and she took it. She smirked a bit as the Weevil stumbled back a few feet. I've still go it. she thought. It'd been a long time since she had to do something like that. But she would've done anything for Des.

Olivia could still remember that day when she was fifteen and still Olivia Burke (called Livvy by her Dad, which she didn't really like). He wandered into the same coffee shop she was in and, as soon as her eyes met, she knew he was the one. She knew that he was the one for her and if he didn't feel it too, then she'd probilly die.

Luckily, he did. She could still remember every bit of their dating life. It was short compaired to others but she never regretted getting married at eighteen years old. Soon, they'd be married ten years and they'd only be twenty-eight. Even after almost ten years, he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen and will ever see. That spark she first felt for him back when they were eighteen was still there and she knew it'd never go away.

When he turned and she could see his face, Olivia felt herself start grinning for the first time in a long time. It was her husband, the love of her life. “Olive,” Her grin got even bigger, if that was even possible, when he called her his nickname for her. "Des," she said, just as breathlessly, "I've missed you so much. If durning their time apart, she wasn't really living, her life was restarting right at that moment. The memory of the Weevil stole back into her mind. Now that she and Des had been reunited, she didn't want to lose Des or her own life. "Um," she said, her eyes not leaving her husband's blue ones, "Shouldn't we get away from that Weevil...?" She slightly gestured to the still stunned Weevil with her hand which still held the Weevil spray, her eyes never leaving his.

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[/b][/color]?” He asked slowly, still taking her all in. “How did you find me?” He continued. Ford didn’t know why he had doubted her; he should have known that she would find her way back to him, that she would enter his life once more. Seeing her here, now, right in front of him, it was surreal. For a moment, Ford believed himself to be dreaming. How could he not be? This night had been so crazy – a last minute hunt, a klutzy mistake, and now his wife standing right in front of him? He must have fallen asleep while working on his tracking device. Whether it was a dream or not, Ford was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.

“I’ve missed you, too. I can’t even – How’s Tyler? Is he here? ” He asked, very quickly, before he, too remembered their whereabouts and the threat still lurking. “Right, we should go. I just--.” He paused, looking around the alley quickly for a moment. He quickly picked up a few of the broken chips and chunks of plastic, shoving them into his pocket – he could come back for the rest later. They might be useful, after all, if he ever decided to recreate the device. It had worked well enough – if he could just figure out what that interference was and eliminate it.

Now ready to leave the alley, Ford held out his hand for Olive to take – only, he didn’t. It was a terrible sensation, one that struck often. At times, he could feel his arm still there, still working fine and properly. He’d reach for something, grab at something – only to realize that the arm hadn’t moved at all. Seized with shame, he didn’t even bother extending his left hand; he just gave a quick wave of his palm. “This way.” He told her, directing her out of the alleyway. In the back of his mind he worried that, if he were to touch her, she would disappear.

He glanced back into the alley once more, towards the Weevil who still seemed to be recovering. He hated leaving it free, where it could do damage, harm people – but it still had the small metallic tracker attached to the plain jumpsuit it wore, Ford noted, which would make it easier to track and capture next time, when he would be prepared. Hopefully it wouldn’t do too much damage between now and then. He hated to think of casualties resulting from his inability to be prepared for a simple Weevil hunt.

Heading out of the alley, he wondered where they should go next. To Torchwood? Would Captain Jack be angry if he waltzed in there with his wife? Jack seemed to have an issue with him – something about him or his era – would he have that same something about his wife? Ford, of course, didn’t realize that the issue had to do with the Time Agency, having absolutely no memory of the company at all. Where else could he take her? To his desolate little bachelor pad, barely furnished, the truly temporary little place he had only taken up residence in out of necessity?

Ford’s thoughts were flying around in his mind a mile a minute; he had a hard time sorting them all out.
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“How are you here? How did you find me?” I don't have an answer for the second one, love, but as for how I'm here," she smirked a bit a held up her arm, showing her vortex manipulator, "I am a time agent, Des." The smirk quickly faded back into her smile. "Even if I pretty much gave it up...and I don't know when I am in time..." she added, laughing softly. She was so incredibly happy to see her husband again. It'd been so long. She really had missed him more than she could ever put into words.

“I’ve missed you, too. I can’t even – How’s Tyler? Is he here? Olivia smiled as he spoke of their son. She shook her head when he asked if he was here. "No, he's back in the 52nd century with your parents." she told him, "He wanted to come but I didn't know how long it'd take to find you again." She smiled a bit. "He misses you too." she told him softly.

The Weevil was starting to recover from the Weevil spray. “Right, we should go. I just--.” He picked up some pieces of plastic and stuff, he probably needed for something. She thought he'd take her hand or something but he didn't. He just waved his left hand and started out the alleyway. “This way.” She followed her husband, slightly confused. Had something happened to his arm? She didn't know.

"I didn't think I'd find you so easily." Olivia told her husband, "I thought I'd be wandering through time for...I don't even know how long." She smiled. "But I'm glad I found you again, Des." she told her husband, "I've honestly been lost without you. "

After so long apart, Olivia couldn't wait anymore and she wrapped her arms around her husband, holding him close. She could barely even remember the last time she did that. It was quite a long time ago but she was glad she was able to again.

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[/b][/color].” He admitted, voice hushed, as though it were some sort of secret, a thought shared just between the two of them. “I don’t think I would have made it much longer without you,” He said, a little louder now, voice serious and even. “Not with the Weevil, I mean, although you totally saved my ass,” Ford chuckled quietly for a moment before becoming serious once more. “Being away from you – it’s like missing an entire part of me. I love you,” He told her. “I love you madly, Olive.”

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[Olivia Ford]

Olivia hadn't been an active time agent since Tyler was born. She took a step back from that life but she kept her vortex manipulator just incase she needed it. That night, she had never been more happy she kept it. Without it, she didn't think she'd ever see her Des again.

Honestly, if she didn't see him again soon, she didn't know how much longer she would have lasted. She would have lived, of course. She didn't want her son to be without both of his parents. He would just have to be without half his mother. Half of her was missing. That half was now back.

"He looks so much like you, Des." Olivia told her husband, "He has my eyes but everything else is you." She smiled softly. It was completely true. Their son was almost the perfect image of his father. That made her smile every time she looked at her son. She knew he'd be a handsome man when he grew up, just like his father.

Olivia had missed her husband far too much. Everything about him she missed. Without him, she was only half alive, waiting for him to come back. “I’ve been lost, too. So lost.” She smiled softly still holding him. Holding him was the only way she was convinced it wasn't a dream. “I don’t think I would have made it much longer without you,”

Olivia lifted her head from his chest so she could look at him while she spoke. "Honestly?" she said softly, "Me too." She smiled weakly at her husband, the love of her life. "I don't know how I lasted this long without you, Des." she told him. “Not with the Weevil, I mean, although you totally saved my ass,” She smirked. "All in a days work." she said, slightly sarcastic.

“Being away from you – it’s like missing an entire part of me. I love you, I love you madly, Olive.” "I know exactly how you feel." she smiled a bit, "And, incase you've forgotten.," she was slightly teasing him but then she became completely serious, "I love you madly too, Des." She smiled softly. She then realized he only had his one arm around her, not that she minded. He was in her arms again and he was holding her. "Des?" she asked, "Is something wrong with your other arm...?"

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[/b][/color]…” Lips pursed, Ford thought for a moment. “It doesn’t work. I can’t figure it out. I don’t know what happened. It’s just – dead.” He explained, lifting his left hand to cover his mouth a moment and then to rub his forehead, hoping to dispel the beginnings of a tension headache. “I don’t even remember how I lost it,” he admitted, lightly pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t remember a lot – it’s like there are chunks missing.”

Ford paused and then laughed softly for a short moment, letting his left hand fall back down to rest at his side. “It’s like that puzzle we had, you remember? The impossible one? We spent hours on it for no reason at all and then when we got close to the end – half the pieces were missing.” He reminisced, a small smile gracing his previously pouty lips before that pout took over once more. “My brain is like that puzzle – except, you know, less fun.” He added, trying to lighten the mood that he had clearly brought down.
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Olivia smiled softly as Des kissed her forehead. He'd always been able to do that easily because of the height difference between them. When they were dating, she told told by her friends even "you're too short for him" or "he's too tall for you". But height didn't matter that much when you were as much in love as they were.

Olivia couldn't see any of herself in their son. She could only see Des. That was what she was really looking for, she guessed. She thought their son should look like his father, not his mother. She couldn't help but smile as she talked about Ty. It'd been hard to be without Des but she managed well enough. But a boy needs his father.

Ever since they met, Des and Olivia had always had a connection. She couldn't describe it and didn't know if he could. It seemed like to her whatever he felt, she felt and vice versa. She could also know what was going on in his head, it seemed. It was just apart of their connection, she guessed.

Olivia's smile completely faded when Des stepped away from her. “I’m not really…It doesn’t work. I can’t figure it out. I don’t know what happened. It’s just – dead.” She smiled very weakly. "I wish I knew how to fix it for you, Des." she said, seeing the tole that not having a working arm had on her husband.

“I don’t even remember how I lost it, I don’t remember a lot – it’s like there are chunks missing.” That confused Olivia. "Wait," she said, "How could you not remember things?" “It’s like that puzzle we had, you remember? The impossible one? We spent hours on it for no reason at all and then when we got close to the end – half the pieces were missing.”

Olivia nodded. "Yeah," she told him, "I remember that puzzle. It took us longer than it should have to realize that we couldn't finish it." She smiled weakly at that memory. “My brain is like that puzzle – except, you know, less fun.” She took his hands, even the one that didn't work, in hers. "Well, I don't know everything but you did tell me a lot." she said, "What don't you remember? I'll help you fill in the details as best as I can." She added, slightly teasing, "What don't you remember? I hope you didn't forget about how we met and our wedding and all that..." She would try not to show it but it would hurt if he didn't remember those things.

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[/b][/color],” Ford assured her quickly, knowing that forgetting such things would hurt her and he figured he had already hurt her enough with his despondency and disappearance. “I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. Our wedding is a bit fuzzy but I think that’s mostly due to the copious amounts of alcohol I drank at the reception.” He joked. “I remember when we found out you were pregnant with Ty, and I remember the day he was born. I remember his first step, his first word, his first haircut – God, he hated that so much.” His smile turned fond and tender as he spoke of his much-missed son. “I remember the day he fell at the playground and hurt his knee, and how he didn’t shed a tear. How he ended up assuring me that he would be alright.” He gave a somber laugh at the memory. “If I had lost all that – I don’t think I’d be able to live without those memories, they’re what kept me going here.” Ford admitted soberly, eyeing the ground for a brief moment before meeting Olive’s gaze.

“I don’t know what I don’t remember.” Toeing the ground anxiously and suddenly turning his eyes to the sky, Ford tried to think the perfect way to express his
dilemma. “It’s like – it’s like some things, some memories, were taken from me. I don’t know which ones or why, but I have this daunting feeling that it has something to do with why I’ve been trapped here.” As Ford explained best he could, he found himself absently staring down at his mechanical arm. All the time he spent here, he thought his arm held the answers to the questions he didn’t even know to ask. He always thought that if he could just figure it out, if he could just fix it, if he could just do something to it, it would open up and reveal to him all the things he wanted to know, unlock his memories and set them right back in his head, send him back home. Now, though, it seemed as though he didn’t need to crack the riddle of his arm, Olive would surely be able to fill in the blanks.

A far off crash brought Desmond back to reality, out of his circular thoughts and desperate logic. Remembering where they were, in an exposed yet deserted area, at night, in baddy-filled Cardiff, Ford thought a moment. “We should get inside somewhere, someplace safe. You never know what’s out there.” He stated quietly, eyeing the darkness that seemed almost sinister in the way it surrounded them. “I’ve got a place – nothing special, but it’s safer than just standing here.” Tilting his head in the direction of his home, Ford said, “It’s this way.”
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Olivia, knowing her husband well, knew he was uncomfortable my her taking his hands and she let them go. They'd been apart too long, she could understand that, she guessed. Absentmindedly, she rung her hands which was something she did when she was unsure what to do. She didn't know if Des would remember she did that. She honestly didn't even know she was doing it. It was just something she did without doing.

“I remember all of that," Olivia smiled a little weakly when he assured her. “I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. Our wedding is a bit fuzzy but I think that’s mostly due to the copious amounts of alcohol I drank at the reception.” Her smile got a little stronger when he mentioned that. "There was a lot of alcohol there." she said softly. Honestly, she remembered the ceremony well...the reception was the blury part in her mind. She remembered her dress and how much she loved it. It was simple and elegant, perfect for her. She remembered even more clearly how handsome Des looked that day, not that he wasn't as handsome still, he was, there was just something about that day.

“I remember when we found out you were pregnant with Ty, and I remember the day he was born. I remember his first step, his first word, his first haircut – God, he hated that so much.” "Oh God, he did." she said, still kind of softly while letting out a soft laugh. Their son did not want to get his first haircut, even if he needed it. “I remember the day he fell at the playground and hurt his knee, and how he didn’t shed a tear. How he ended up assuring me that he would be alright. She smiled a bit. "That's Ty for you." she said. After having Ty around her every moment, it was almost strange to be without him after five years but she was still happy to see her husband again.

“If I had lost all that – I don’t think I’d be able to live without those memories, they’re what kept me going here.” Olivia nodded and smiled weakly. "They kept me going too..." she said softly. Without those memories, she would have lost her mind. They reminded her the best years in her life were real and not a dream.

“I don’t know what I don’t remember. It’s like – it’s like some things, some memories, were taken from me. I don’t know which ones or why, but I have this daunting feeling that it has something to do with why I’ve been trapped here.” "Well," she said, "When you have a question about something you can't remember," she said softly, "I'll help as much as I can." She smiled weakly and looked down at her hands, which she was ringing again. She now wondered why he was trapped...where ever in time they were, because she honestly still didn't know where they were.

The distant crashing sound brought Olivia out of her own thoughts and questions. Even not knowing where they were, she knew they weren't safe there. “We should get inside somewhere, someplace safe. You never know what’s out there.” "You're right." she said softly. “I’ve got a place – nothing special, but it’s safer than just standing here. It’s this way.” She nodded. "Lead the way." she told her husband.

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[/b][/color],” he promised, beginning to walk a bit slowly, giving her ample time to follow. He sped up as he continued, working up to a speedy walking pace. He didn’t want to run into anymore baddies on the way home, he just wanted to get there. He wasn’t up for another fight tonight, not now. Not when he was so close to answers, to home, to being alone with his love.

Turning a few corners, Ford kept looking back at Olivia every few steps. He found it so hard to keep his eyes off her now, he had missed her face so much – he had missed everything about her so much. He didn’t want to be without her ever again. At one such glance back, Ford accidentally walked straight into a lamp post. “I’m fine,” he insisted immediately, though took his hand and hefted it up to his nose, giving it a soft rub. That’ll be a bruise, he thought ruefully. “You think I’d know the area around my place well enough to, you know, avoid street lamps[/b].” He joked, pointing towards the door to his apartment.

The place didn’t look like much, and the neighborhood looked like, well, much less than much. Ford bought it with the hope that his placement in this century would be strictly temporary, hoping he would be going home soon. So, really, he hardly minded that the neighborhood was a hellhole, that the lampposts all flickered and blacked out in the darkest parts of the night, or that his door could be opened with a well placed jiggle and shove rather than a key. Honestly, he didn’t mind… much
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Olivia saw Des smile and was confused for a second...until she realized she was wringing her hands. It was a habit she started doing when she was a little girl and it never went away. Usually, she had no idea she was doing it until she really thought about it. Does he remember I do this...? she thought silently to herself. It was something that made her uniquely her. She had never met anyone else ever that also did it.

Honestly, Olivia didn't know why her husband was in...whatever time they were in, but she knew for certain it wasn't his fault. He was a good man. He was just there one day and gone the next. No one had even told her Des was missing. He just never came home and she knew he was lost in time. She actually cleaning the day before and found her vortex manipulator. It was fate. She realized she could find Des, even if it took the rest of her life. She wanted the love of her life back.

Knowing what Des was thinking, Olivia smiled a bit. "They all miss you too." she said, "Your parents and sisters...and your nephew and niece, of course." She didn't know if he thought of them often but she knew they thought of him often. Having no siblings herself and having her dad living farther away than his family, Olive and Tyler saw more of Des' family. She was perfectly all right with that. They were her family too now. They worried about Des. They worried about her without Des. They worried about Ty growing up without his father. Basically, they worried a lot.

Olivia watched as he stuffed his dead arm's hand into his pocket. She wished she could fix it for him. If only she knew how. “It’s not far,” She smiled a bit when she saw him hold out his good hand to her which she eagerly took in her own. Her and Des, walking beside each other. She almost thought it'd never happen again. She was almost losing hope, yes, but she'd never stopped loving him. She couldn't.

Olivia couldn't keep a smile off her face when Des looked back at her every so often. She had missed him so much. Any other person would've laughed when he walked into the street light but not Olive. "Oh Des," she said, "Are you okay?" “I’m fine,” She smiled a bit. God, him and Des are so much alike sometimes. She thought.

“You think I’d know the area around my place well enough to, you know, avoid street lamps.” Olivia smiled a bit. "Well," she said. "You weren't really watching where you were going, Des..." She knew he was looking at her rather than looking where he was going. She honestly didn't blame him. She honestly was surprised that it wasn't her walking into the lamp post. She was klutzy at times and she definitely wasn't watching where she was going.

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[/s] once more could make Ford feel nothing more than pure joy.

When Olive took his hand once more, Ford couldn’t help but shiver a little, like happiness was running up and down his spine. Touching her again was miraculous, he never wanted to let go. Of course he knew that, eventually, they would have to let go. They’d reach his home and he’d need his working hand to get out his keys and blah blah blah, useless, wasted time where he wasn’t touching her. He didn’t want it to happen, he didn’t want this to end. He spent so much time focusing on how badly he wanted to walk beside her, hand in hand for the rest of eternity, that he, well, you know, walked into that damn lamppost.

Although Des wasn’t much of a blusher, his cheeks reddened slightly as Olivia took notice of his blunder. He shook it off with a little laugh. “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t,” He admitted. “If it bruises, I’m blaming you,” He told her, shaking an accusatory finger at her. “It’s all your fault, you and your intense beauty, how could anyone be expected to avoid lampposts in your presence!” He joked.

Waving the jokes and embarrassment away, he pointed towards his door, just up a few stairs to their right. “That’s it,” he said. “My not-so home.”[/ul][/size]

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WORDS! 435. // TAGS! Olive. // SETTING! Outside Ford’s apartment, night. //

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