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| simoneisanangel | Jul 15 2006, 06:05 PM Post #1 |
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The Garden Assistant
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Now that my pc is running a wee bit better i can get back to updating New story time ![]() To Where You Are Chapter one 4am - Christmas Eve London’s Heathrow airport, the largest and busiest in the city, was buzzing with people, despite the day and hour. Most queued patiently with their families at the designated check-in desk, whilst others tried, not so patiently, to manoeuvre the luggage trolleys across the slippery marble flooring while at the same time trying to keep a semblance of dignity. Nikki Wade sat In the corner of a small designated smoking area, her carry-on luggage by her side, a cigarette in one hand and a large, black, Columbian coffee fresh from Starbucks in the other. She needed her daily injection of caffeine and nicotine just to get her through the morning, otherwise she was incapable of functioning, or acting like a normal, rational human being. Nikki Wade without her addictions sated was not a woman you wanted to cross. She had a fiery, tempestuous nature at the best of times; a temperament that had earned her the nickname of Jekyll and Hyde. It had become a running joke between her fellow colleagues at the nightclub she owned, and regularly they would take bets to see how long it would take their boss to flip her lid over the slightest of thing. Sitting In the standard, uncushioned, plastic chair, as she waited on her flight being called, Nikki keenly observed her surroundings. She noted how “UnChristmassy” the entire building looked. With only one tiny tree that was barely decorated, and a few flimsy looking pieces of tinsel hanging strategically around the ceiling, it was hard to tell that the festive season was less than 24 hours away. There was not even a Santa in sight. The only giveaway was the thick, crisp layer of snow that sprawled beautifully, yet dangerously, on the roads outside. Not even the soon to be holidaymakers gave hint to the month. T-shirts, shorts and sandals seemed to be the clothing of choice as the Brit’s prepared to jet off into the sun for two-weeks of sun, sea and sangria - a far cry from home. Nikki openly scoffed at them and their over-zealous, enthusiastic ignorance. It was typical working-class, British behaviour. The same people would return home in 14 days, with liver damage, scarlet skin that peeled at an alarming rate, too much duty-free that they would not declare at Customs, a donkey under one arm, a sombrero under the other and they would still be wearing the skimpiest of beach clothes despite the temperature being below zero. People watching was a hobby Nikki took great interest in. Her late grandmother always used to say, “there’s nothing as queer as folk,” and how right she had been. Nikki rolled her eyes as she stubbed out her fag, all the while trying to suppress the want to scream “Bah, Humbug,”. She hated this time of year, and all the sparkly falseness that went with it. It was like one big Julie Andrews film. People with catatonic grins that didn’t meet their eyes - all singing, all dancing, happiness and hilarity. The fight to buy the best most expensive present, only to receive a book token and a pair of socks in return. Large family dinners, with relatives you detested and their hyped-up kids, high on E-numbers begging you to play with their toys; and that was all before the twister board came out and the charades started, “British Airway, Flight 37, Flying to Glasgow Prestwick Airport is now boarding at gate 11. Please have your boarding passed ready for inspection.” The refined female voice announced over the speakers from the information desk and before she had a chance to finish, Nikki was on her feet and trying to spring towards the allocated gate before anyone else did. She wanted a window seat, not for the view, but so she wouldn’t be continually disturbed by some moron with a bladder problem who was up and down more times than lift attendant. The only thing worse would be getting plonked next to a gobshite who insisted on chatting for the entire journey about the wonders of aerodynamics. All she wanted was 50 minutes of peace and quiet, undisturbed with no frustrations; but the chances of that with her luck were slim to none. Everywhere she went these days someone seemed to piss her off, and today was unlikely to be any different. “May I see your boarding pass, please, Madam?” A extremely camp male flight attendant asked politely, but failed to impress Nikki with his bright toothy smile and over-exaggerated hand gestures. In her mind she could picture herself hauling him over the desk by the lapels of uniform, to punch his St. Tropez-tanned face; and she thought she might just live out the fantasy when he cheerily added, “Have a great day, and we hope you have an enjoyable flight with British Airways.” Nikki scuttled off down the hangar before, “Bryan”, as his name tagged implied, started to sing a rendition of Frank Sinatra’s “Come fly with me”. It was 6am. No one was meant to be as joyous as that when it was still practically the middle of the night. Making her way onto the economy section of the plane, Nikki checked her seat number and threw her bags into the overhead compartment before getting herself comfortable in her allocated chair. She stretched her long legs under the seat in front, buckled up her seatbelt and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared out onto the tarmac runway to watch some Boeing 747’s land, in her opinion, rather bumpily. The weather seemed to be getting worse from what she could see in the early morning darkness. The thick snow that already lay on the ground was continually being added to by a heavy storm that showed no signs whatsoever of letting up any time soon. And she knew if it kept on the way it was then she, and 200 other passengers were going to in for a very turbulent flight. Not that she minded. Not as long as she got to Scotland in one piece. Her sister, Jennifer had invited her to spend Christmas with herself, her husband, David, and their twin boys, Adam and Aidan - or the brats, as Nikki affectionately called them. Nikki had reluctantly accepted the invitation, after a few weeks of unrelenting nagging from her sister. But really all she wanted to do was tuck herself away I her London flat, with a Marks and Spencer’s ready meal for one, and watch the crappy 80’s movies that were always repeated on the BBC. Scotland was cold and miserable, especially in December, and it would be made worse by having to watch her younger sibling play happy families ,when she was all alone, with not a partner or a child in sight. “That weather is a nightmare; I hope we don’t get delayed.” Nikki turned her attentions to the petite blonde woman as she muttered quietly in what sounded like a Glaswegian accent while settling herself in her seat in the middle of the row. “I hate it when you get stuck on the runway for hours.” The woman flashed her best smile towards despite her anxieties, but Nikki ignored it and turned back the window. “I hate flying at the best of times. It seems so unnatural. I always say, if God had wanted us to fly, he would have given us wings. But it is quite amazing, isn’t it; how a structure this size, and weight manages to stay In the air.” “oh God,” Nikki thought to herself as she rolled her eyes, “The aerodynamic bullshit has begun already and we haven’t even left the ground.” All she needed now was the serial urinator and her trip was complete. Closing her eyes, Nikki hoped the woman would take the hint and be quiet; and it seemed to work. The plane taxied down the runway, took off and levelled; all without another word spoken. Even through some extreme turbulence the Scot with the alluring accent managed not to utter a single complaint. 20 whole minutes of silence - heaven. Taking the risk, Nikki reopened her eyes and took a sneaky sideward glance at the woman, who seemed to be engrossed in the book she was reading, and didn’t look up. Her caramel-coloured hair, that was cut in a neat shoulder-grazing bob, hung around the contours of her face, which Nikki could tell was beautifully defined. The woman may have been a pain in the arse, but there was no denying that she was simply stunning, with the natural beauty of a 1920’s film star. Nikki turned away again as she felt a familiar rush of blood as it coursed through her veins, and prayed that no one would notice her sudden discomfort or the blush in her now rosy cheeks. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way. Not since she had practically taken a vow of celibacy after her last girlfriend, of nine years, Trisha had cheated on her with her best friend. Women were no longer in the equation, and especially not sexy Scottish ones who would wine, dine and 69 you before putting your heart in a blender. “This is your Captain speaking…” The announcement seemed to come from nowhere, but it grabbed the attention of each and every passenger, who listened with baited breath to the rest of the message. “I regret to have to inform you that we will now be coming in for landing. Due to extreme weather conditions in Scotland we have been forced to divert to an alternative airport. In approximately 10 minutes time we shall be descending into Dublin International Airport.” The speaker systems shut off and in its place the fasten seatbelts light came on. Nikki’s day was just about to get a million times worse. |
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| Lisa289 | Jul 15 2006, 11:35 PM Post #2 |
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Hey Karen, glad your computer's up and running again. And complete with a new story! As always, I've got immediately sucked into your story, and am lovin' it already! |
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| fanofthearts | Jul 16 2006, 02:55 AM Post #3 |
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Oh I like the way this is going. Perhaps being stuck in a cramped (or hotel) airport for the holiday will bring the girls together? I love your work! Please come back soon. |
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| stunning_simone | Jul 17 2006, 12:19 AM Post #4 |
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G3 Curtain and Duvet!
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thanks for the story update soon i hope pleaseeeeeeeeeeee |
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| coolbyrne | Jul 17 2006, 02:47 AM Post #5 |
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This is a nice lead-up; a slow burn, as it were. The characterization of Nikki is spot-on as well; I can see her sitting there with that glower on her face, both in the airport and on the plane! Well done. |
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| simoneisanangel | Jul 17 2006, 03:58 AM Post #6 |
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The Garden Assistant
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Glad you're all liking it so far. I wanted to write something a wee bit more light-hearted, as all my other fics seem to be a big angsty and dark, and what better way to do it than to have them constanly fighting Hope you enjoy the next bit too. Chapter Two 7am - Christmas Eve The plane landed without complication at Dublin International Airport, and the 120 passengers made their way into the main terminal to collect their luggage. The hordes of people gathered around the conveyor belts, picking up their suitcases and alighting as quickly as they could to join the already growing queues at the various “Rent-a-car” stalls set up around the building. The whole scene was one of manic chaos and Nikki felt like she was right In the hub of it all, drowning in the hysteria. She watched restlessly as the number of holidaymakers around her dwindled to a handful, and tapping her foot impatiently on the floor she stared at the plastic flaps, willing her case, full of all her clothes and presents, to appear…but 25 minutes passed and still nothing. The empty conveyor belt still slowly edged its way around, but it was quite clear by now that no more bags were going to be making an appearance. Stomping moodily over to the baggage claim window she waited on assistance from the blonde behind the glass partition, who was more intent on filing her nails; and Nikki’s temper threatened to bubble over and beyond boiling point. “Excuse me, but would it be too much to ask to get a bit of help around here?” Nikki leaned against the window threateningly, but the receptionist didn’t flinch one bit. She had seen many an irate customer and Nikki Wade was tame in comparison to some. “How can I help you then?” The woman didn’t bother to look up from her broken nail, which was obviously more important to her than some mislaid suitcases. “My bags are missing, and I want them back….now!” The blasé attitude from the customer services representative was getting Nikki’s back up, and added with her already growing impatience it was bound to lead to fireworks. “Did you check the carousel?” The question was asked robotically with evident indifference. This woman had obviously been in the job for years and had her script perfected and committed to memory. “of course I checked the fucking carousel! I stood staring at it for 40 minutes like an idiot!” Nikki felt her blood pressure escalate and a headache started to throb at her temple, which she unconsciously massaged. “Did anyone else pick up your luggage?” The next stupid question flowed and Nikki threw her arms in the air with an over exaggerated gesture and a huff of disdain. “How the hell should I know? Do I look like I’m bloody psychic?” Nikki wanted to punch something to make herself feel better and right now the woman from EasyJet was looking like an excellent target. “You had better fill in these forms then.” A thick bundle of paper, stapled at the corner, was pushed nonchalantly towards her and Nikki pushed it back in spite. “I don’t want to fill out a census form; I want my luggage! Do I need to spell it out to you?!” “I’m sorry, Madam, but there is nothing I can do. The chances are your cases are on their way to another country. We will have to wait on lost luggage finding them. It could be weeks, if at all, before we retrieve them for you. Now, if you can leave me with a description of your bags and a forwarding address…” “I don’t bloody believe this. Not only am I stranded In Ireland at Christmas, but I have no clothes to change into, no toiletries…no nothing!” Nikki picked up the pen which was attached to a holder and super glued to the desk. “Not even a fucking toothbrush” She mumbled scornfully under her breath. “Here!” Nikki quickly and vigorously scribbled down the required details and practically shoved the piece of paper in the woman’s face. “That’s my sisters address in Scotland, in the highly unlikely event that my bags are ever returned.” And with one last look of sheer hatred, Nikki stormed away. “Bastards,” she proclaimed loud enough to be heard by anyone in her path as she tried to get through the swarm of bodies standing doing nothing. “Can I have your attention please ladies and gents…” A small balding man in an official uniform stood on his chair so he could be seen by all and Nikki immediately took a dislike to him as she knew he was about to be the bearer of bad news. “It is my regret to inform you all, on the behalf of Avis, Hertz and Eurocar, that there are no more rental cars available I’m afraid. Can I suggest that you book into the airport hotel for the evening whilst the airline tries to sort out further means of transportation. Anyone wishing to travel straight away should contact the local bus and train companies for available seating. Thank You.” Nikki’s cynical pessimism had been spot on. “Fuck!” This day was getting worse by the second and Nikki had finally reached the end of her rope. She was tired, miserable, wanted a fag, and she wanted to be back in London, away from all this pointless pandemonium. But without a car that was going to prove to be almost impossible to achieve. “You should have gone to Avis before you went to baggage claim.” A small voice filtered over Nikki’s shoulder and made her turn In annoyance. “What?” Nikki looked at the woman who had spoken and gave her a dirty look that was not only intimidating, but rather alarming. Whoever had spoken was about to be put in their place with a vitriolic rant that Nikki felt she could no longer contain. Well, that was until she realised it was the petite Scot who had been sitting next to her on the flight from Heathrow, and suddenly Nikki didn’t feel like arguing anymore. “I said…” The woman went to repeat herself but didn’t get the chance as Nikki interjected. “I heard what you said.” She snapped petulantly. “And, yes, I would have gone to Avis first, if I had known my bloody bags were probably half way to Timbuk-bloody-tu.” “oh, I’m sorry to hear that. You haven’t had a very good start to the holiday’s either then?” Nikki shook her head and started to feel extremely sorry for herself. This was her first year alone at Christmas and she didn’t like it one bit. A huge hollow gap seemed to expand in her remnants of her broken heart. Something in her life was missing, but what that something was she didn’t know, and at the moment didn’t have the energy or inclination to find out. She was tired. Tired of being shit on from a great height, tired of putting on a brave face, tired of life, and most certainly tired of looking for something that just wasn’t there anymore. “Same here.” The woman broke into Nikki’s thoughts. “I slept in this morning, had an argument with my boyfriend and spilled coffee down me…” She nodded down to the distinct brown stain that was spread over the right breast pocket of the white shirt. “And that was all before 3am.” She rolled her eyes and laughed but Nikki didn’t as much as offer a grin in return. “Do you always talk about yourself this much to complete strangers?” Nikki snipped with scorn evident In her voice, much to the woman’s bewilderment. “I mean, for all you know I could be the British Aileen Wuornos, waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting victim; someone stupid - like you. Just a small tip for you, darlin‘, in future, be careful who you speak to…you might get a shock.” By now the small woman’s eyes were like saucers and her mouth was hanging agape in astonishment. She was so completely dumbfounded by this blatant attempt at bitchiness, that she didn’t know were to start with a response. The tall, dark haired woman had just stood there, and in a round about way, told her she was a jabbering idiot with shit for brains - with not even a single sign of remorse or thought to her feelings. The Scot had just been trying to strike up a conversation. She hadn’t failed to notice the sadness in those perfectly shaped brown eye when the mysterious stranger had turned to look at her on the plane and from that moment on she had felt the need to try and cheer her up. But that plan had backfired spectacularly, and from what she could now see, she had managed to upset this woman even more. “Nice one,” She thought to herself as she watched the back of woman as she strode away with a bee in her bonnet. “What a moody cow,” She shook her head and smiled. “You want a fight, lady, then you’re going to get one,” She muttered quietly to herself with a grin on her face like the Cheshire Cat. “Let round two commence,” It was payback time. |
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| song_stress | Jul 17 2006, 08:02 AM Post #7 |
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the Mother of all that is FRAP
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| stunning_simone | Jul 17 2006, 03:44 PM Post #8 |
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G3 Curtain and Duvet!
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GREAT!,EXCELLENT!,AMZING MORE PLEASE |
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| Lisa289 | Jul 17 2006, 04:45 PM Post #9 |
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Great! I think I'm gonna really enjoy this story. |
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| TZT | Jul 18 2006, 10:09 PM Post #10 |
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On behalf of SIAA I hereby post the next update.... ![]() xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Chapter Three 7:30am - Christmas Eve Nikki violently thrust her coins into the internet telephone with a hint of impatience. Not only was she immensely pissed off with the newfangled technology that she had never used before and didn’t understand, but she was angry at herself for acting the way she had back there with the woman who was doing no more than trying to engage her in conversation. But again the infamous Wade temper had got the better of her. One of these days she would have to learn to bite that forked tongue of hers, for it was going to get her into a hell of a lot of trouble if she didn’t. She knew it was a huge character flaw, but the bottom line was, she just couldn’t help it. The slightest thing could be like a red rag to a bull and before she knew it she was off on one of her rants, acting like a hurricane that would take out whatever was in it’s path. There was no doubt about it, when Nikki Wade was good, she was great, but when she was bad; boy did you want to stay as far away from her as possible. “What the fuck is wrong with this piece of shit!” Nikki slammed her fist into the steel contraption with all her might as if it would suddenly make it spring to life; which of course It didn’t. In Nikki’s tired, sleep deprived mind, the inanimate object was mocking her, and she wanted to rip it right out of the wall and smash it to pieces. “Hitting it won’t help. You need to click the icon that looks like a globe with the little thing that looks like an arrow,” The facetious tones of a Scottish voice behind her Nikki instantly recognised and she rolled her eyes. Right now the last thing she needed was a Sexy Scot winding her up. “Is there a reason why you are following me around the airport?” Nikki didn’t bother to turn around. She was too busy looking for the arrow she had been told to point at a globe that she also couldn’t see. “There are laws against stalking you know.” “You just look like you need a lot of help,” The woman drawled with sarcastic undertones to her statement that didn’t go amiss with Nikki. “And I wanted to know, are you…?” “Am I what?” Nikki turned and scrunched her eyebrows together, completely lost in the conversations turn, but it certainly got her attention. “The British Aileen Wuornos…It’s just, I’m the Governor of a woman’s prison and I wondered if I’d be seeing you around my wing sometime soon?” She smiled gleefully and without awaiting a response she took over Nikki’s position at the computer. “Ah, looking for a hotel for the night eh? Good luck with that.” She yanked up the handle to her suitcase and made a move to walk away feeling extremely pleased with herself. “What do you mean, “Good luck with that?”” Nikki mimicked the woman’s accent badly, resembling what sounded more like German than Scottish. “You don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting a room tonight.” The woman stated matter-of-factly as she looked back over her shoulder. “What are you, heir to the Hilton empire?” “No, I’m just stating a fact. You can try…but it would be a waste of time. All of the hotels appear to be fully booked, as do the B&B‘s, if they aren‘t closed for the holidays. ” “And you would know this how?” Nikki snapped, now thoroughly sick of the sight of little miss know-it-all. “Because I was forward-thinking enough to checked it out; about 10 minutes before you called me a pain in the arse.” The blonde snapped back. She had walked a few paces back towards Nikki, emphasising every word she said with each step she took. “And about that - you don’t even know me. So to call me stupid was completely uncalled for. I’ll have you know I have a degree from oxford University.” “oh, well bully for you! That is an achievement. And I suppose that degree makes you the authority on lodgings in Ireland?” Nikki arched her eyebrow with a smirk on her face. “Sod you! I was just trying to be nice, but I don’t think you understand the meaning of the word. I’ll think twice the next time I offer my help.” “Yeah, you do that, darlin‘. Stick your help where you talk out of.” Nikki didn’t bother to look up from the keyboard as she typed away furiously in search of proof that this woman was wrong. There had to be one room left in Dublin, even if it meant spending the night in a grubby hovel. “You are the most frustrating, arrogant bitch I have ever had the displeasure to meet. I ” The Scot growled in irritation. “Where do you get off talking to people like that?” Helen got right up under her nose in an intimidating stance, despite her small stature, but Nikki didn’t flinch. “You don’t even have the decency to look me in the eye when you insult me!” Nikki slowly and somewhat seductively drew her eyes away from the website that was flashing “No Vacancies available.” and looked the women directly in her angry green eyes. “Happy now?” Nikki smirked as the woman stared at her with a hypnotised look and shook her head, while she quickly slipped away from the close proximity of the near-touching bodies and the deep brown eyes that for one second had seemingly penetrated her soul. She regained her composure and starred with anger back at Nikki as she yelled: “I can’t believe I was going to offer to drive you somewhere. I‘m a bloody fool.” “Do you want me to comment on that?” Nikki said with the sarcasm dripping from her voice with every word. “No, I don’t….” Helen snapped back. “I don’t even know why I bother talking to you? It‘s just one sarcastic comment after the next. It‘s the lowest form of wit you know!” “Maybe because you like offering lifts to strange women you meet in airports?” Nikki loved that she had found a way to wind up the petit Scot and not only was it highly amusing, but she found it helped to satisfy her own needs for letting out some steam. Helen just gave her an evil glare with those grey green eyes of hers and kept her perfectly shaped lips clamped shut. Nikki was about to say something else when she suddenly stopped herself and frowned. She tilted her head and looked intensely at Helen. “How did you get hold of a car anyway?” Nikki wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, but the woman didn’t see it that way. “Unlike some I have a brain and called Avis when we landed…” She answered with a raised eyebrow that only managed to send Nikki back into her mood. “Well, aren’t you just clever…“ Nikki retorted mockingly and picked up her handbag in order to leave this Godforsaken place called an airport. She wanted some fresh air and as many cigarettes as she could chain smoke in 5 minutes. “God, you have to get the last word on everything, don’t you?!” Helen said more venomously than she really wanted to, but something about this tall dark woman unnerved her and made her react stronger than normally. “You can’t just let something’s slide?” Nikki shrugged her shoulders, clearly showing total indifference in what the petit Scot was saying. She had turned to leave when the sexy Scottish voice stopped her in her tracks. “Now do you want that lift or not? I’m definitely leaving, with or without you …. I don’t have time arguing anymore so you had better make your mind up, and quickly.” The question was said in an intense, snappy, but tired voice. Something in it made Nikki stop, calm down and slowly turn around. “I don’t even know where to go, so you driving me somewhere would be pointless. I‘d be as well staying here and sleeping on the floor until Easy Jet can get me a flight.” Nikki said civilly and hung her head. She was too tired to argue anymore. All her fighting spirit has suddenly left her as she thought forward to how depressing the next 24 hours were going to be, stranded alone in a city that was foreign to her. “Listen,” The woman sighed, almost feeling sorry for Nikki, despite the fact only moments before she had been ready to slap her. “I can get you back to Scotland…that is, if you think you can handle being in my company. I am after all just a stupid stalker with shit for brains, according to you.” ”And you say I’m the one who won’t let things slide?! Why don’t you just piss off!” Nikki screwed up her face and hissed her words. ”Fine!” Helen retorted. ”Fine!” Nikki repeated, but neither woman moved. Instead both stood staring at each other with their arms crossed and lips pursed. ”I’m leaving now,” Helen remained still despite her statement. ”Good for you.” Nikki nodded. “Have a good trip. And remember, don’t talk to strangers.” Nikki tried not to laugh as she watched the proverbial steam come out of the womans ears, but found it hard. “Ok… I suppose it’s better than staying here….” Nikki tried to act nonchalantly, but inside she was screaming for joy. “Well, come on then Mother Teresa…lead the way to whatever old jalopy you’ve managed to rent.” Nikki lifted the one bag she had and walked away with Helen struggling behind her with all her luggage. “It’s not an old jalopy!” Helen wheezed, “It’s a Peugeot 306.” “Wow, Snazzy. Sounds like a real passion wagon.” Nikki laughed, but Helen didn’t find the humour. “What did you expect; a chauffeur driven Bentley?” Helen snapped and Nikki, as usual, had a facetious answer for her. The verbal sparring continued all the way into the car park as an argument broke out over which was better, a practical every day car, compared to a gorgeous little sporty number and neither could agree to disagree. Now both were stonily silent and preparing to embark on a journey, which, with the way things were, was going to last what seemed like an eternity. |
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| Lisa289 | Jul 18 2006, 10:20 PM Post #11 |
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Wow, this just gets better and better! They're starting almost just as they did in BG, verbal arguments and trying to over-power each other!! |
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| stunning_simone | Jul 22 2006, 12:17 PM Post #12 |
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G3 Curtain and Duvet!
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amazing what a way tooooo spend ur hloiday in a car with helen mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm |
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| Toni~ | Jul 23 2006, 11:16 PM Post #13 |
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Carry on...
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Awesome. Thank you so much!
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| TZT | Jul 25 2006, 07:42 PM Post #14 |
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On behalf of SIAA, who has problems logging in, I hereby post this new update... SIAA will be back soon.... ![]() xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Chapter Four 8am - Christmas Eve The snow was coming down thick and fast as Helen and Nikki made their way towards the rental car that was parked and waiting for them in block C of the Airport car park. After their long-winded and somewhat heated argument regarding the stature of certain cars, Helen was no longer in the mischievous, playful mood that had brought her into the company of this woman in the first place. There was just no two ways about it. The statuesque brunette may have had a certain je nais par pour quoi about her, but still she was a royal pain in the arse, who seemed to be a hamburger short of a Happy Meal. And Helen was beginning to question her own sanity at inviting this woman to accompany her all the way back to Scotland. It was completely out of character for her to do such a thing, for working in a woman's prison had proved to her that behind even the most angelic face could lie a corrupt nature and that really no one could be trusted. So then why had she felt the need to play the good Samaritan when it could easily have landed her in the shit? If it hadn't already. She didn't have an answer to that, and she wasn't in the mood to start analysing it either. She was wound up like a coiled spring and in desperate need to get to her final destination with no more delays or catastrophes. Tensely she slammed over the drivers door, slung her handbag onto the back seat of the car and thrust the car key into the ignition to rev up the engine, which, thanks to the freezing weather, didn't want to start. Only a pathetic chugging grumble came from the motor. "It'll heat up in a second." Helen offered as she quietly willed the car to jump into life with each turn of the key - which it didn't. It stayed frozen and completely unresponsive, and it seemed like the only thing that was heating up In this car was Helen's bad temper. "If you had gotten something nifty, like a Porsche, then you wouldn't have this problem." Nikki goaded, unwilling to let the matter of their earlier "discussion" drop, even although it had now been almost 15 minutes since it was last mentioned. "For the last time," Helen snapped back. "It was my money, and my choice, and now this is my Peugeot. So if you want a Porsche, then I suggest you go and bloody buy one!" Helen twisted the key so hard it was a wonder it didn't snap in the lock, but the forcefulness seemed to have the desired effect as the cars engine roared in response. The windscreen wipers immediately began to dance rhythmically back and forth across the glass, scraping the excess icy snow off of the window; discarding it back onto the pavement where it belonged, and a sudden blast of cold air shot out from the air-conditioning vents. "I take it that will heat up soon as well?" Nikki pointed to the vent, tightly pulled her jacket around her and without asking if it was okay, turned the heating gauge up to full, which earned her a dirty look from Helen. "Probably not as quickly as it would in a Porsche!" Helen snorted sarcastically as she eased off the accelerator and set the vehicle in motion. "Touché!" Nikki said and smiled inwardly. She liked this woman's feistiness. Something about it reminded her of herself, and deep down, despite the bitchiness and constant sniping, she knew they were probably going to get on just fine - That is if they could manage to engaged in a civil conversation for long enough, without biting each others heads off. "So, where are we heading then?" Nikki enquired as she made herself comfortable in the chair, expecting a long journey. "Liverpool." Helen answered as she concentrated on the road. The blizzard was making it hard to see, and with only an hour to get to her destination she would have to put her foot down. "What?" Nikki turned her head and scrunched her eyebrows together. "Liverpool?" She questioned, somewhat confused. "Yes. Can you go into the glove compartment and pass me the A-Z?" Helen stretched her hand over and opened the little hatch, that now touched Nikki's knees, whilst keeping her eyes peeled in front of her. She knew all it would take was one false move and the result could be hazardous. Driving in such stormy weather put her on edge, and it didn't help matters that she had to drive on the "wrong" side of the road. "And how do you plan on getting there?" Nikki smirked with a raised eyebrow. "Unless there is a Liverpool in Ireland that I don't know about?" She reached for the map and handed it to Helen who didn't take it. "I'm trying to drive here." She nodded to her two hands which were firmly placed on the steering wheel. "Look up Dublin Port for me…" "A "Please" wouldn't go amiss," "Please," Helen added a little reluctantly through gritted teeth - a gesture that rather pleased Nikki. Something about seeing this woman in a temper excited her. It felt like a fun game, and as long as she was winning, then she was loving every minute of it. "Here…" Nikki found the page and went to hand it back to Helen who quickly gave her a look that said "What did I just tell you?" So avoiding another war of words she let out a resigned sigh and sat the map back on her knee and reluctantly began to try and make head or tail of the page, which to her, was covered in nothing more than a few squiggly lines. No, geography had definitely never been her favourite subject, and reading a map was about as impossible for her as it would have be to let a fish ride a bicycle. It just didn't work. However, she was not going to let the Scot have the pleasure of seeing her at a loss, so she pretended to know what she was doing by staring intently at the map. "According to the guy at Avis it is only 30 minutes drive from the city centre and is pretty well signposted…so we shouldn't have any problems finding it." "Why do we need the A-Z then?" Nikki, being her usual nonplussed self, couldn't see the reason behind needing a map. Not if this place was so damn easy to find. "Because I don't want to get lost, that's why. We have now less than 1 hour to catch the ferry and I refuse to take the chance of missing it. I have family to get home to; so it's better to be safe than sorry." "God, you really are pedantic." Nikki rolled her eyes in agitation. "Maybe I am, but at least my life runs smoothly. I like to know where I am going, in life and in general; I don't like surprises." "Sounds boring if you ask me." "Well, no one did ask you." "Have you always been that way, or was it the result of some kind of mind life crisis?" Nikki smirked. It was clear this woman was hardly a day over 30, but it was the kind of comment that would illicit a reaction. "I'm only 32, and yes, I have always been this way. I had a strict upbringing." Helen snapped, and took a quick, self-conscious look in the rear-view mirror to check for any new wrinkles that had suddenly appeared. "Ah, let me guess, father was an army sergeant?" "No, a Church of Scotland Minister actually." Helen hastily took her eyes off the road long enough to throw a look of contempt Nikki's way. "Jeez, that's worse! Please don't say you're going to quote the bible to me?" "I may have taken on board my Dad's attributes for creating an easy life, but that's where the story ends. Religion and I don't mix, which means neither do me and my Father." "Do I detect a hint of bitterness?" Nikki knew she was pushing her luck, but she couldn't help herself. Outwardly she may have been acting like a sarcastic brat, but deep down she the need to find out everything she could about this kind stranger. "Listen, can we stop talking about me and get back to the matter at hand?" Helen was starting to feel flustered under this interrogation, which made the Spanish Inquisition look tame in comparison. "Fine by me, darlin'" Nikki shrugged like she didn't care, so why then did she feel hurt? "And can you stop calling that, I hate it!" The truth was Helen didn't mind it at all. But each time she heard the term of endearment drawled sexily in that deep, southern English accent her heart seemed to skip a beat, and it was beginning to unnerve her. She was straight. Always had been, and always would be, and no woman should be making her feel the way she felt. "What, darlin'?" Nikki drew the last word out, accentuating each syllable. "Yes! It's irritating and rather patronizing." Helen's cheeks flushed and she had to mentally shake herself to concentrate "Well, I wouldn't call you it, if I knew your first name." "It's Helen. Helen Stewart." "Very Scottish; and very pretty." Nikki nodded in appreciation. "Aye, right." Helen rolled her eyes at Nikki's blatant, and pathetic attempt at charm, whilst inwardly she began to melt. "It was my Mothers name." She smiled nostalgically with pride written all over her face - a gesture which Nikki couldn't fail to notice. That perfectly defined face, which she couldn't draw her eyes away from, radiated love and a sense of contentment; emotions that Nikki herself hadn't felt in a very long time. "Is that who you're going to spend Christmas with?" Nikki quizzed. "I thought we weren't talking about me anymore." Like a sudden rain cloud had filled the space between them, Nikki felt the tension radiate from Helen, as her pretty face fell back into a tight-lipped pout. "Which way should we be going? We've just passed the city centre, so should I take the N27?" "Erm, wait a minute," Where is that bloody port? Nikki thought as she desperately flipped through the pages of the map, while trying not to be too obvious about the fact that she hadn't the faintest idea how to read or even look at the map. "You found it yet?" Helen asked, trying to sound patient, and completely unaware that Nikki was starting to sweat profusely. "Almost…" She mumbled back, while still flipping the map back and forth. "Come on, we don't have all day…" Helen was now sounding very impatient and it began to grate on Nikki's already frail nerves. "Well…. Just follow the signs then…" she snapped back and pointed aimlessly out of the windscreen to some signs that didn't exist. "There are no signs!" Helen was getting closer and closer to having a hysterical fit. The clock was ticking away, closer and closer to the departure of the ferry and her ticket home to Scotland. They had been driving around and around for almost 20 minutes without getting anywhere nearer the port. "Didn't the man at the rental stall say just follow the signs?" Nikki asked with a clear hint of sarcasm. "I don't care what that idiot said…" Helen finally exploded. "Just find the damned port and tell me the road to it!" She had had enough of this obnoxious woman and her bloody sarcasm. It was not the day for scornful reproach and witty comments. There was not much traffic on the roads, but the fact that the weather was so bad forced her to drive much more careful. It had started to snow even heavier and the sight was poor. Helen had to use her full concentration just to keep the car straight on the road. In fact she was concentrating so much that only a part of Nikki's next words filtered through to her. "Right…. Turn left next time…" Nikki said with determination. To her utter amazement the car turned right. "I said turn left!" she said with annoyance. "You said "Right,"!" Helen retorted still with her eyes firmly fixed on the snowy and slippery road ahead of them. "I said "Right" as in ok…shit!" Nikki said with a little more agitation than necessary. She was starting to get pissed off by the obstinate Scot. With an effort she quelled the most apparent response she was about to give the woman, before continuing. "We'll have to go back then…." "I can't… it's a one way street…." Came the curt and huffy reply . It was evident that the Scot was angry, her accent strong and her voice a little more high pitched than normal. "Well then, just turn right at the next corner…" Nikki said. "That will probably lead us back to where we came from…" "We don't need to get back to where we came from," Helen hissed as she grabbed the steering wheel more firmly. If she didn't she as convinced that she would have hit a certain tall dark woman over the head, just so she could put some sense into that thick skull of hers. Nikki shook the map and turned it upside down as she said: "Just turn at the next corner, and we'll…." "For fucks sake!" Helen yelled not giving Nikki the chance to finish her sentence. "Give me that bloody map…." She looked away from the road as she reached over to grab the map from Nikki. The car slipped on the icy road and a truck came towards them. "Shit, Helen, look out!" |
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| Lisa289 | Jul 25 2006, 09:53 PM Post #15 |
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Great update! Hope they don't crash! |
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