Title: Maybe It's You
Author: Superbre17
Summary: This is Katie's perspective of leaving Simon in Gone.
Rating: PG.
Author's Note: Now, after you read this, you may be wondering what in the world is going on, but bear with me...it's all gonna come together in the end. I promise! That being said, may I present: *drum roll please? da-da-da-da-dum* Maybe It's You: A Katie and Simon Story.
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Part 1
Kitty-Anne took yet another deep breath as she stood near the Australian port behind her. Her heart was beating somewhere between its rightful place in her chest and the wrong place in her toes. She couldn't believe she was actually here…was actually going to go through with this. When had she become this sick, this lonely, this desperate?
She scanned the crowd--mainly just to have something to do besides look like the nervous wreck she felt she was. She had no idea whom she was looking for. All she knew was that he was some guy named Steven, or Stan, or Saul. Something that started with an "s." "Oh, God, Kit!" some inner voice moaned. "You don’t even know his name! How can you do this?"
It was beyond insane to be standing here like this, with the perfectly brilliant lemon-colored sun reflecting in those bottomless turquoise ripples and waves behind her. But she was here. And she was going to do this. She'd made a promise and she would either keep it or die. She looked around her, wondering briefly if pirates attacked Australian ports. Momentarily lost in thought, she twirled one of her satiny, pale blonde locks around her finger and inserted the ends into her mouth, nibbling aimlessly as she thought of how she'd gotten here.
There'd been that ad. Oh, if only that ad hadn't come when she'd been so certain she could stand it no longer! Life at her sister's was indeed unbearable, it was true. Maxie always treated her like some poor relation, despite the fact they were half-sisters. And her brother-in-law treated her no better. He was a lousy, good-for-nothing monster who was always drunk and coming on to her. She shuddered, thinking of the events of that night which had led her to answer that ad.
But was this the answer? Coming halfway across the world to marry some guy who was lonely enough to put an ad in a paper for a mail-order bride? "I guess only time will tell us that one, Kit." She gave the sea one last farewell glance and turned back to the bustling port. Her heart suddenly made an Olympic jump into her throat, constricting her. Someone was coming towards her. And that someone just happened to be the most handsome man she'd ever seen in her young life.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a narrow waist and perfect…everything else. His hair was black and sort of spiked, as if he'd run his hair through it often. His eyes were small and dark, but alert and shrewd. His skin was tanned and tight over his bulging muscles. This was a man who did not know the pampered existence her sister's household had led. This man knew work and hard labor.
"Miss Parrish?" his heavy Australian accent said her name and she felt herself melt.
"Yes. "
"I'm Samuel Foster."
"Oh, Mr. Foster!" Suddenly Kit felt like running, but she forced herself to remain calm. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." She offered him her hand.
He bent over it and kissed her fingertips softly. "No need to call me, 'Mr. Foster,' Kitty-Anne. After all, we will be husband and wife in a couple hours' time."
"Then please call me, 'Kit.'"
"Kit it is, then. Do you have a bag, or anything?"
"Yes, right here." Samuel swept her bags up with one hand and took her arm with the other.
The wedding was simple. Basically just an exchange of generic vows. With none of the pomp and circumstance she'd dreamed of, she was a married woman. Samuel helped her into his buggy and they rode out to his ranch. It was a simple house, although he assured her he was nowhere near poor. He showed her around the house, warned her of the evils of the outback, and left her to her own devices while he went about the business of running the ranch.
Before she knew it, a year had passed. She and Samuel had grown to love each other deeply in that year. She had never dreamed anything could possibly be as perfect as her marriage to the man of her dreams. She finished heating the water for her dishes and added a bucket of cold water to the steam. After adding soap, she plunged her hands into the liquid and began washing the tin dinnerware, smiling to herself, thinking not only of the year past, but the years to come. "Maybe the next year will bring a baby," Kit smiled to herself, thinking of the prospect of motherhood.
"What's that I heard about a baby?" Samuel's ears were way too keen. He came up behind her and wrapped his long, strong arms around her waist, leaning her back against his hard chest.
"Just wishful thinking," she sighed.
"Do you want a baby?"
"More than anything!"
"Then maybe we should have a baby." He began to nuzzle the area of her neck that was exposed by her pinned up hair.
"We should," she agreed.
"So, why not get started," he murmured seductively below her right ear.
"Now?"
"Why not?"
"It took me half an hour to heat this water for these dishes…"
"It took me all morning to finish my chores so I could come in here to you," he whined. "Come on, love.
I'll heat you some more water later. Let's go make a baby."
Kit giggled, unable to refuse him. She was never able to refuse him.
"I really wish you wouldn't, Sam."
"Oh, come on, Kit. It's nothing. You're making a big deal out of nothing at all."
"It's dangerous, Sam. I don't mind you having investments in those mines, but must you go down in them yourself?"
Two weeks later, Kit and Samuel faced each other in an animated argument over whether or not Simon should explore the diamond mines he was considering investing in.
"Is danger your only objections, darling? I remind you, I've lived here in Melbourne all my life. That in itself is dangerous."
"I know that's dangerous, Samuel. But I might be with child and if I am, I want my baby to know its father, not some memory I have of him."
"I'm going to be alright." Simon's dark eyes twinkled as he bent down to kiss her.
"Don't laugh at me, Samuel! I'm serious. I have a terrible feeling about your going down there! Please don't."
"Darling, I'm thinking of spending a lot of money investing in those mines. I think I have every right to see what I'd be investing in. I'll be just fine. Don't worry. If I'm not back in time for supper, save a little wine. I plan to try for that baby again tonight," he said, eyes full of intent as he kissed her lips deeply.
And that was the last time Kit ever saw her beloved husband alive. The area of the mine he was in collapsed almost as soon as he'd descended the ladder. Upon hearing the news, Kit knew her life was over. How could she possibly go on without her soul mate?
To Be Continued ....
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