Halfway Around the World
Summary: Steve made it to the park that night only ten minutes too late. He found out where Mary is, and he's ready for the challenge of finding her.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. Everything else belongs to, whoever owns it.
Chapter One: Brown Colored Candies
She wasn't there. Massimo brought him to the wrong place. There weren't many people that Steve would wear a motorbike helmet with a veil for, but Mary was defiantly one of them. Without a doubt. It still felt worth it, even though he ran through the park to find nothing. But, he couldn't have missed her by much, she had been there at some point that night. There were orange, green, and yellow M'n'M's nestled in the grass.
Steve sat against the tree stump, thinking to himself of what a moron he was. In his mind, he replayed it all over in his mind. What he risked, what he did, and what he lost. That's how it was now. He lost the most beautiful, intelligent, smart women there was, and it wasn't Fran. His soul mate, there really was no other words for it. Soul mate, that's what Mary was. But he couldn't tell her that. If he could just see her for one minute, not even, that's exactly what he would tell her.
But, it was the real world, and he knew that. Just because he thought about what he'd do if she was there, doesn't mean Mary would magically appear. Still, Steve looked up anyway, but knew better then to give up his hopes. Then it came to him. What good was sitting there doing? There were only so many places in San Francisco that she could be. It's not like she vanished off the face of the Earth. He went back to where Massimo was, by the carousel.
He was sweet talking some girl by the gate, and she was buying it. Steve grabbed one of the helmets, the one without the veil, and took off on the bike. It wasn't too easy remembering Mary's address. He had only been to her apartment once, she was drunk that night, and they went to several other apartment buildings before making it to the right one.
Steve threw the bike on the tar and ran to the phone at the main entrance. Five, five, five, eight, six, three, one. He knew her phone number better than her address.
" Hello?" it was a mans voice, Salvatore, Mary's father.
" Mister Fiore, it's Steve, the doctor that you met outside the courthouse earlier. Is Mary there?".
There a long pause.
" No, I'm sorry Steve, you missed her. She's on her way to the airport".
" Airport?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing, " why is she going to the airport?".
" Didn't she tell you? After your wedding, she became partners with her boss. A couple in London saw her previous work and they hired her. She's on her way there for a couple of months".
" What time is the flight at?" he didn't care where she was going, just how he could get to her.
" Uhh" he could tell that Salvatore must have been checking what time it was now, " I'd say forty-five minutes".
It was all happening so fast. There was no way Steve could make it to the airport in that amount of time, motorbike or not. But it was worth the try, anything was at this point. Steve had just ran into the street in hopes to find a taxi, when the door opened behind him. He turned, it was Salvatore.
" Doctor Edison" he smiled, then threw something that Steve was able to catch, " go get her". It was his car keys.
He ran as fast as he could from the parking lot to the terminal. For ten at night, it was rather empty. He had been in luck to enter just as the announcement came overhead. Flight one six, six, to London, England. It was the final boarding call at gate fifteen. Steve arrived just in time,
To watch the plane pull away from the gate.
That was it. He thought it was all over. Sure, she'd be back in a few months like Salvatore told him, but a lot can happen. Mary was a beautiful girl, any guy in London would be lucky to have her. Something, deep down inside, told him that this wasn't the end, that there was still another way. He just had to find it.
" Excuse me?" he approached the man behind the counter near the gate.
The man looked up, " yes?" he smiled.
" When is the next flight to London?".
He typed something on the keyboard, then looked at Steve, " tomorrow morning, nine am".
" Can I buy a ticket for that flight?".
A/N- It's not anything good now, that's why it's the default chapter. It'll be a lot better, if I go on. That's up to you, the reader.
Summary: Steve made it to the park that night only ten minutes too late. He found out where Mary is, and he's ready for the challenge of finding her.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. Everything else belongs to, whoever owns it.
Chapter One: Brown Colored Candies
She wasn't there. Massimo brought him to the wrong place. There weren't many people that Steve would wear a motorbike helmet with a veil for, but Mary was defiantly one of them. Without a doubt. It still felt worth it, even though he ran through the park to find nothing. But, he couldn't have missed her by much, she had been there at some point that night. There were orange, green, and yellow M'n'M's nestled in the grass.
Steve sat against the tree stump, thinking to himself of what a moron he was. In his mind, he replayed it all over in his mind. What he risked, what he did, and what he lost. That's how it was now. He lost the most beautiful, intelligent, smart women there was, and it wasn't Fran. His soul mate, there really was no other words for it. Soul mate, that's what Mary was. But he couldn't tell her that. If he could just see her for one minute, not even, that's exactly what he would tell her.
But, it was the real world, and he knew that. Just because he thought about what he'd do if she was there, doesn't mean Mary would magically appear. Still, Steve looked up anyway, but knew better then to give up his hopes. Then it came to him. What good was sitting there doing? There were only so many places in San Francisco that she could be. It's not like she vanished off the face of the Earth. He went back to where Massimo was, by the carousel.
He was sweet talking some girl by the gate, and she was buying it. Steve grabbed one of the helmets, the one without the veil, and took off on the bike. It wasn't too easy remembering Mary's address. He had only been to her apartment once, she was drunk that night, and they went to several other apartment buildings before making it to the right one.
Steve threw the bike on the tar and ran to the phone at the main entrance. Five, five, five, eight, six, three, one. He knew her phone number better than her address.
" Hello?" it was a mans voice, Salvatore, Mary's father.
" Mister Fiore, it's Steve, the doctor that you met outside the courthouse earlier. Is Mary there?".
There a long pause.
" No, I'm sorry Steve, you missed her. She's on her way to the airport".
" Airport?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing, " why is she going to the airport?".
" Didn't she tell you? After your wedding, she became partners with her boss. A couple in London saw her previous work and they hired her. She's on her way there for a couple of months".
" What time is the flight at?" he didn't care where she was going, just how he could get to her.
" Uhh" he could tell that Salvatore must have been checking what time it was now, " I'd say forty-five minutes".
It was all happening so fast. There was no way Steve could make it to the airport in that amount of time, motorbike or not. But it was worth the try, anything was at this point. Steve had just ran into the street in hopes to find a taxi, when the door opened behind him. He turned, it was Salvatore.
" Doctor Edison" he smiled, then threw something that Steve was able to catch, " go get her". It was his car keys.
He ran as fast as he could from the parking lot to the terminal. For ten at night, it was rather empty. He had been in luck to enter just as the announcement came overhead. Flight one six, six, to London, England. It was the final boarding call at gate fifteen. Steve arrived just in time,
To watch the plane pull away from the gate.
That was it. He thought it was all over. Sure, she'd be back in a few months like Salvatore told him, but a lot can happen. Mary was a beautiful girl, any guy in London would be lucky to have her. Something, deep down inside, told him that this wasn't the end, that there was still another way. He just had to find it.
" Excuse me?" he approached the man behind the counter near the gate.
The man looked up, " yes?" he smiled.
" When is the next flight to London?".
He typed something on the keyboard, then looked at Steve, " tomorrow morning, nine am".
" Can I buy a ticket for that flight?".
A/N- It's not anything good now, that's why it's the default chapter. It'll be a lot better, if I go on. That's up to you, the reader.