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|    [all-xf] FIC: My Immortal 2/2    |
|    22 Dec 04 15:59:36    |
      From: adjonas2000@yahoo.com              My Immortal Part 2              By: Amy Jonas              Feedback appreciated at adjonas2000@yahoo.com              Category: Jimmy and Yves. Angst              Rating: PG              Disclaimer: Not mine              Archieve: See. Want. Take. Just let me know               Summary: Sometimes people take different paths. Yves' POV              A/N: This story was borne of a discussion (My apologies to Laura       who listened ever so patiently) between Ginny and I who had very       different views of Jimmy and Yves.                                          Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote `Thou art to me a delicious       torment'. That was what Jimmy was to me. The antithesis of       everything I was used to and expected in people; Jimmy is the one       person I completely trusted in this world. I told him about my       past; and he accepted it; accepted me. I loved him like I never       thought I could love another. And he loved me; completely and       unconditionally. We were happy.              Or so I allowed myself to believe.              I have never encountered a more gentle, caring soul. There isn't a       selfish bone in his body. Jimmy's work on the paper is motivated       only by a desire to help other people no matter how it impacts him       financially or emotionally. My actions, rooted in a need for       redemption for my father's sins or because it furthers that agenda,       would never be magnanimous. Eventually I was forced to accept a       fundamental truth. Jimmy Bond was too good for me. Despite that, I       think we could have stayed together.              But Jimmy grew up; matured both emotionally and intellectually. I       wanted this for my sake as well as his. While I found his innocence       fresh; in what we do caution and a certain amount of cynicism is       needed to unearth the truth and stay alive. I realized that as he       matured, he would no longer view the world – or people – the same       way. He would learn the same truth that I discovered. I have never       been afraid of anything but the thought of him looking at me       differently scared me.              Our wants are similar. Marriage. Children. A life together. But       my father is still out there destroying lives. I have work to do       and cannot remain in one place too long. Knowing Jimmy as I do, he       would give up his dream of a family to be with me. As tempted as I       was, that arrangement wouldn't have been fair to him. After five       years, I did the one thing that didn't benefit me. I ended our       relationship.              Seeing him after that hurt more than I thought it could. I wanted       him to be happy; to have his family but the knowledge of him being       with other women was like a dull knife twisting in my heart. I       buried myself in my work trying to forget how much he meant to me.       Then I would help the Gunmen and Jimmy would be there; in all his       loveliness; a delicious torment of what I had lost.              The other day I brought over a disk the boys would find useful.       Upon arriving, I discovered Jimmy alone. For the first time words       failed me and we stared at each other. All my feelings clamored       inside me. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to see his goofy       lopsided smile I love so much. I wanted us to talk like we used       to. I wanted to hear him laugh. I wanted him to hold me again. I       wanted to tell him I still love him.              My pain was mirrored in his eyes. I broke eye contact, dropped the       disk next to a computer and left. The door slammed behind me; a       flat, hollow sound. I climbed into my car, pausing a moment to look       back. Starting the engine I thought how true Emerson's words were.                                                                      1                                                                             ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor --------------------~-->       Make a clean sweep of pop-up ads. Yahoo! Companion Toolbar.       Now with Pop-Up Blocker. Get it for free!       http://us.click.yahoo.com/L5YrjA/eSIIAA/yQLSAA/QsMolB/TM       --------------------------------------------------------------------~->              AXF is your list for ALL X-Files Fanfic... all genres, all characters, all       ratings.               Automatic newsgroup posting too! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/all-xf       Yahoo! Groups Links              <*> To visit your group on the web, go to:        http://groups.yahoo.com/group/all-xf/              <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:        all-xf-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com              <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to:        http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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