A/N- I'm gonna put this stuff up here so as not to ruin the ending with my
dorkiness. Sorry that took so long, but my evil computer Bamatabois broke
AGAIN. And we had to take him to get fixed AGAIN. But it's all good cos
this is the final chapter of the first story in the Words of Love series...
trilogy... thing. If you hate me for making a sequel by the time you've
finished this chapter, feel free to not read said sequel when I post it.
HOWEVER, my good buddy Pink Velvet, who helped me so much with these
stories, says the second one is better than the first. So... whatever. Up
to you. And yeah, this first story is/was dedicated to my friend Sara M,
who gave me the plot idea two years ago with some weird story about a kid
who gets plastic surgery to impress the guy she loves... yeah, it eventually
became Words of Love.
Forseti- He... sounds... like... a gerbil! Somehow that's... true. Hmm... The people at the LM forum at Le Café say that in the Confrontation he sounds like Javert walked in on him painting his nails and in the sewers he sounds like he's being poked with a stick.
Andi;;- Huzzah! I do adore that PQ. Have you ever heard Secret Garden, more specifically Lily's Eyes? It's got PQ and... I think it's Anthony Warlow too. It's a gorgeous, gorgeous song.
TaRe-ChiBi- I went all the way to Raleigh (a two-hour drive) which is the nearest Barnes and Noble, and I bought a copy and read it in two days. YAY! Ah, beware drunk driving. You'll notice a beer-causes-all-the- problems sort of theme in this little trilogy.
eponine-meliara- I think Kaho Shimada is bad in English. I like Lea and Ma- Anne Dionisio and Diana Kaarina as Ponines. Gary Morris sounds like a woman. Except being a man. Yay for awesome Fagins!
MoonlitEyes- Ugh, I wish there was. We'd send in Gary Morris and Debbie Byrnes and Tracy Shane and... who else needs help? Wow, the only good stuff about the CSR is it's complete, Philip Quast, Mikey Ball, and the Thénardiers. And the Gavroche. And Grantaire. And some people like the Enjy. Okay, okay, the CSR isn't THAT bad.
Elyse3- I like Amanda okay. Actually, I like all the chappies in these fics. I even like my resident doltboy Scott. But Mark is the best ever. YAY MARK! I like Cosette. I didn't really mean to, but I realized a while ago that I'd named Amanda after Amanda Huddlestone, who was a very cute Cosette.
RoseMisre- Have you gone away? Cos I'm updating now. YAY ME! Oh, have fun with the show! Tell me which cast it is/was. I saw the one with Josh Young... and Randal Keith's understudy. And it had... I forgot what I was gonna say. Oh, Steven Tewksbury was Javert! He was pretty good.
As Nina approached the stage door, she saw Mark sitting on the curb. He was leaned back against the wall of the theatre, staring at the cloudy sky. Nina called to him from the other side of the street, and Mark jumped up. "Nina!" he shouted. "Nina, they just called me! I've been waiting for you to tell you that you... You'll never guess what they said!"
There was a squeal of tires at the end of the street. Nina squinted. Through the dusk she could make out a glimmer of headlights. Bri's Volkswagen bug was careening toward them.
Mark did not see. In his excitement, he dashed into the street, putting himself directly in the path of the car.
"Mark, look out!" Nina screamed.
Without thinking, she ran into the road and shoved him out of the way. Mark fell over backwards, landing in the empty lane.
He sat up. There was a second's view of Nina standing in the road with the Volkswagen a few feet away. The next thing Mark knew, she was flipping up over the hood of the car and landing in the street behind. The beetle didn't stop and was soon out of sight.
Mark rushed to her side. "Oh no! No, please don't be dead. Nina! Dear God!"
Nina was still alive. She was bleeding, and her leg lay at a strange angle, but she was conscious. She smiled weakly at Mark and whispered, "Ow."
Mark sank down to the road, ignoring the blood. He carefully pulled Nina into his lap, cradling her in his arms. "You're going to be fine. You'll be alright."
She laughed under her breath. "Yeah, I don't need blood to live. Don't worry, Mark, I don't feel anything."
"No, you're going to live, Nina – oh God! You have to live! You know why? Danielle quit, Nina! She left, and you're going to play Eponine! The role you identify with, it's yours!"
A few of the other cast members had arrived for the night show. They froze in horror at the scene before them. Scott stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes wide. Josh dashed toward the two, as if he would help, but Stuart grabbed him and held him back.
"I'm not Eponine anymore," Nina whispered. "I'm Cosette. The guy I love, he loves me back."
Mark glanced toward Scott.
"No, not him." Nina breathed, clutching Mark's shirt. "It isn't Scott. I don't mean him."
"Who?" Mark asked, confused.
"You, of course," said Nina.
Mark pulled her closer. "I've loved you since you joined the cast."
Laying her head on his shoulder, Nina sighed. "I'm getting your shirt all bloody."
"It's alright, Nina. You're going to be alright."
"For a little while... Mark... why'd you wait so long to ask me out to dinner? You knew I'd say yes."
Mark didn't answer. The only thing he could think was that Nina was still alive. Maybe she'd be alright.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. The gray clouds had turned black.
Nina gasped in pain. "You know, Monsieur Mark," she whispered. "I think I was a bit in love with you."
"No! Don't do that, Nina!" he said, recognizing Eponine's last words.
A drop of rain landed on Nina's arm as it slid from Mark's shoulder. No one else moved as more droplets fell; thinly at first, then more and more until Mark's dark hair was plastered to his brow.
Lightening flashed in the sky.
Slowly, Mark leaned down and kissed Nina's forehead.
Forseti- He... sounds... like... a gerbil! Somehow that's... true. Hmm... The people at the LM forum at Le Café say that in the Confrontation he sounds like Javert walked in on him painting his nails and in the sewers he sounds like he's being poked with a stick.
Andi;;- Huzzah! I do adore that PQ. Have you ever heard Secret Garden, more specifically Lily's Eyes? It's got PQ and... I think it's Anthony Warlow too. It's a gorgeous, gorgeous song.
TaRe-ChiBi- I went all the way to Raleigh (a two-hour drive) which is the nearest Barnes and Noble, and I bought a copy and read it in two days. YAY! Ah, beware drunk driving. You'll notice a beer-causes-all-the- problems sort of theme in this little trilogy.
eponine-meliara- I think Kaho Shimada is bad in English. I like Lea and Ma- Anne Dionisio and Diana Kaarina as Ponines. Gary Morris sounds like a woman. Except being a man. Yay for awesome Fagins!
MoonlitEyes- Ugh, I wish there was. We'd send in Gary Morris and Debbie Byrnes and Tracy Shane and... who else needs help? Wow, the only good stuff about the CSR is it's complete, Philip Quast, Mikey Ball, and the Thénardiers. And the Gavroche. And Grantaire. And some people like the Enjy. Okay, okay, the CSR isn't THAT bad.
Elyse3- I like Amanda okay. Actually, I like all the chappies in these fics. I even like my resident doltboy Scott. But Mark is the best ever. YAY MARK! I like Cosette. I didn't really mean to, but I realized a while ago that I'd named Amanda after Amanda Huddlestone, who was a very cute Cosette.
RoseMisre- Have you gone away? Cos I'm updating now. YAY ME! Oh, have fun with the show! Tell me which cast it is/was. I saw the one with Josh Young... and Randal Keith's understudy. And it had... I forgot what I was gonna say. Oh, Steven Tewksbury was Javert! He was pretty good.
As Nina approached the stage door, she saw Mark sitting on the curb. He was leaned back against the wall of the theatre, staring at the cloudy sky. Nina called to him from the other side of the street, and Mark jumped up. "Nina!" he shouted. "Nina, they just called me! I've been waiting for you to tell you that you... You'll never guess what they said!"
There was a squeal of tires at the end of the street. Nina squinted. Through the dusk she could make out a glimmer of headlights. Bri's Volkswagen bug was careening toward them.
Mark did not see. In his excitement, he dashed into the street, putting himself directly in the path of the car.
"Mark, look out!" Nina screamed.
Without thinking, she ran into the road and shoved him out of the way. Mark fell over backwards, landing in the empty lane.
He sat up. There was a second's view of Nina standing in the road with the Volkswagen a few feet away. The next thing Mark knew, she was flipping up over the hood of the car and landing in the street behind. The beetle didn't stop and was soon out of sight.
Mark rushed to her side. "Oh no! No, please don't be dead. Nina! Dear God!"
Nina was still alive. She was bleeding, and her leg lay at a strange angle, but she was conscious. She smiled weakly at Mark and whispered, "Ow."
Mark sank down to the road, ignoring the blood. He carefully pulled Nina into his lap, cradling her in his arms. "You're going to be fine. You'll be alright."
She laughed under her breath. "Yeah, I don't need blood to live. Don't worry, Mark, I don't feel anything."
"No, you're going to live, Nina – oh God! You have to live! You know why? Danielle quit, Nina! She left, and you're going to play Eponine! The role you identify with, it's yours!"
A few of the other cast members had arrived for the night show. They froze in horror at the scene before them. Scott stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes wide. Josh dashed toward the two, as if he would help, but Stuart grabbed him and held him back.
"I'm not Eponine anymore," Nina whispered. "I'm Cosette. The guy I love, he loves me back."
Mark glanced toward Scott.
"No, not him." Nina breathed, clutching Mark's shirt. "It isn't Scott. I don't mean him."
"Who?" Mark asked, confused.
"You, of course," said Nina.
Mark pulled her closer. "I've loved you since you joined the cast."
Laying her head on his shoulder, Nina sighed. "I'm getting your shirt all bloody."
"It's alright, Nina. You're going to be alright."
"For a little while... Mark... why'd you wait so long to ask me out to dinner? You knew I'd say yes."
Mark didn't answer. The only thing he could think was that Nina was still alive. Maybe she'd be alright.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. The gray clouds had turned black.
Nina gasped in pain. "You know, Monsieur Mark," she whispered. "I think I was a bit in love with you."
"No! Don't do that, Nina!" he said, recognizing Eponine's last words.
A drop of rain landed on Nina's arm as it slid from Mark's shoulder. No one else moved as more droplets fell; thinly at first, then more and more until Mark's dark hair was plastered to his brow.
Lightening flashed in the sky.
Slowly, Mark leaned down and kissed Nina's forehead.