Post by Akbar Le Grey on May 19, 2006 13:28:02 GMT -5
Don't eat me. Blame Pan, George and BSam. Their ideas were so good, and they went so well with the song, that I just had to write this. Sorry, PJ. ):
Again, again. Would he never be free? Hadn’t he learned the first time around?
Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game
But wasn’t true love more important than anything? Screw reputation, screw the cheap DD job. This is more important; thought PJ, as he trekked through the darkening forest. He knew she was here. He could see the tower now, bah, he thought. That pretentious tower George built to house his story and Lost collection. What rubbish, materialistic rubbish, PJ was above such things, and he was going to prove it.
Some people think that the physical things
Define what's within
And I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial
He’d been so full of himself, he thought, that he hadn’t noticed George’s advances. While he was tricking people into giving him more karma, George was comforting Char, who, without both PJ and Pan, was quite bored. How could he have been so blind? Well, those days were over. ‘Now it’s the real things that count’, he muttered under his breath, clutching Dave tightly. The lightsaber spoon was the only source of light in this awful, twisted forest.
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, Yeah
He broke into a run. Thank God for fencing, he mused wryly. It’s prepared, my legs for this.
He reached the end, and just looked up.
There she was, right at the top of the tower. He could see her, imagine her perfectly. Every single centimeter of her face was etched into his memory forever. Ah, now it was all going to be alright. Everything would be back the way it was, the way it used to be. The way it was supposed to be.
Some people search for a fountain
That promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove you love them
Char didn’t need material things to prove her popularity. Oh, how he admired her. So kind, so funny, so…Char. He sighed, and Dave fell from his hands. Too bad. He didn’t need Dave anymore.
He walked towards the foot of the tower and looked up. He saw Char’s face.
Hand me the world on a silver platter
And what good would it be
With no one to share
With no one who truly cares for me
He needed her. Forget everything else. Forget Dave, forget the DD position, forget karma. She was all he needed to think about it. As he stared up at her, her face lit up with a grin. He didn’t notice it, but it was a wry, mischievous grin. Not one of love, rather one of someone who sees a fool, and relishes every moment they spend fooling the fool. Of course, PJ didn’t notice this.
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, you, you
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah
He saw her pick up an album from a desk beside her, and open it. It was the pink album, his favourite. It was the one which contained the pictures of her hair. She took the pictures out, looked at them for a second. It was at this point that she really looked sad and upset. Slowly, she turned to the window, and threw the pictures down.
For PJ, it was like manna from heaven. For a moment, he just stood there, basking in the glory of the pictures of Char’s hair. It was beautiful.
From the window, Char clucked her tongue irritably, and threw a shoe down. He watched it fall.
She made a twisting sign, and he realized what she meant. She wanted him to make a chain from the pictures. ‘Oh,’ PJ mused lovingly, ‘she’s so smart and self-sacrificing…’
He made the chain in a matter of minutes, spurred on by the occasional shoe or bagel from the window.
He threw it up. She caught it, and put the end under a paperweight.
PJ closed his eyes for a moment to think about what he was doing. But momentary doubts passed as soon as he opened his eyes, and looked at Char. Her eyes, lips, hands and hair. That was what he needed. Screw danger.
If I ain't got you with me baby
So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me baby
He climbed onto the side of the tower, holding on to the chain.
Char took the end out from under the paperweight, and clutched herself, her face a whirlpool of worry.
It was no use.
He realized when he was halfway up. As they fell together, towards the ever-closer, hard, cold, ground, he comforted himself with thoughts of being together.
He’d got her.
(The song is 'If I Ain't Got You, by Alicia Keys)