I'm dancing in the crystal ballroom, clad in shimmering white fabric that barely rustles as I move.

We're spinning, dancing, gliding across the floor as though it's ice. Never do we falter or slow or let go of each other.

We spin to the music, the song that he wrote and that I haven't been able to forget since.

It's a wonderful feeling, one that I don't ever want to lose: dancing with his arms around me and the feel of his breath on my forehead. I feel alive and peaceful and complete.

As we twirl around again, I tilt my head to look up at his face, which is right now looking back at me. His mouth is set in a small smile, his eyes sparkling and intense; he too looks happy and comfortable. It's as though this is where we both feel whole.

It's odd how I can dance so perfectly here. It's effortless and flowing, never a wrong step. I'm certain I would never be able to dance like this with anyone else.

We continue to dance until the last strains of the music tingle in my ears and at last he pulls away. Gently bending to press his lips to my hand, he steps back, turns, then slowly fades away as the mists rise around me and my mind drifts away.

As always, it's never long enough.

So, I started this fic a few years ago, but let it slide. Given that it's the 30th anniversary and after we sadly lost David Bowie earlier this year, I've found some inspiration to start working on it again.

I'll be going through and revising/improving what I've already done, then hopefully work through to the end. No promises, but I'll do my best. Honestly, I can't remember everything I had planned for this fic, so we'll have to see where it ends up.

Hope you enjoy!

PT66 - Update 1