I'm Still Here: Sunrise Avenue

Please ignore all the grammar and spelling errors that might be in these chapters. I wrote this story about three years ago.

Everything was starting to sink in. Despite everything that went on this week, it had the perfect ending. And both knew it. They had both come out of this with a new meaning. His hand rested inside his pocket with his phone; he had never stopped thinking about his father since they had talked. She had a piece of paper with her father's phone number inside her jean pocket, the one her father had given her before they had departed to the airport.

If anything came sufficently out of their lives, both Megan and Larry knew their futures were just beginning. And although their own fears had come out and laid just inside the border, wounds were slowly beginning to heal.

Larry closed the distance between them, clearly aware of people around them eyeing them. Some were smiling, prepared to almost watch from beginning to end. Others were passing quickly-a few annoyed. "I've been meaning to get that out for awhile now." Larry confessed with a shrug, a relieved expression washed over his features.

She smiled, looping her hand tightly around his. "Do you feel better now that you did?"

They began to walk slowly. A moment of contemplation, and he nodded. "As Blaise Pascal once said: Clarity of mind means clarity of passion too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves."

"I'm definitely liking what I'm seeing." Megan smirked slyly, as they stopped. "But I am wondering what brought all of this on?"

He shrugged with a soft smile. There was a part of her that wanted to spill right then and ther on how she didn't know for the first time if she was ready to go back. Comfortably he stuck his hands back into his pockets. "You've been the happiest that I've seen you in a long time after something considerably has been taken off your shoulders."

She looked away, just as an announcement overhead and a look over to the shortening line for his flight. He looked back up at her and she nodded her understanding and took the few steps over with him. "But I'm guessing our little rendezvous is over." He cracked a confused but small smile as she glanced over at the last few remaining people in line.

" It's back to paperwork and chalkboards; I'm afraid." He smiled as his lips gently colliding with hers as a goodbye greeting.

"Then I'll be seeing you on Monday."She countered, mentally reminding herself to ask Don when she came back to what had possessed him to call her five times in the last week. Then she remembered the expression on Don and David's faces when she had backed away for the night. The lack of expression on her face was enough to make anybody concerned.

Just as long as she was intact, whether from lack of sleep or a long day, she had grown more in routine with it. In fact a little more then she had liked but it was something that she could lean herself on; take her troubles to since she had come back from assignment, and made her questionably design her own actions, but in disguise. As long as she still had control over those actions, she would take it to her advantage.

Larry expressed the same expression he had on his face earlier. "Whatever you're thinking will have to wait." Megan mused gently. "You have a flight to catch and if you miss it we'll both probably be stuck here." She raised her eyebrow and he turned to leave, but stopped.

He raised a look, like if he were asking if it would be so bad if they did. Well okay, maybe not for them, but for the sake of Don or the team she would have to return to her place as if she had never left. And then it started to become a lot clearer to her; they would never let her leave without a fight, or an explanation.

Repeating the phrase again in her head, she sighed. They would never let her leave without a fight or an explanation. And with that she couldn't help fight the fact that if anybody knew what she had been doing on assignment she would seriously consider crawling into what one would call a deep hole.

Holding up his hand as he slowly backed his way into security, she knew he had changed her perspective on leaving the FBI. Briefly raising her own hand up in goodbye, she watched him look back several times as he went just beyond the gate and went through setting his things in a pink container and let it slide on the conveyer belt.

He turned to look back at her. The relief soared through his body as he watched the silver ring catch in the sunlight. His eyes caught hers briefly and she smiled as the thought in the back of his mind told him that he had made the right move.

Waiting for his things to go through the x-ray took only a few minutes as moments later he was collecting everything back up, and with one more look and a wave he was out of sight.