Yes
Author: livviedoo
Date: October 23rd, 2004
Summary: Fifteen minutes before Alexis and Ric are married.
Rating: G
Author’s Notes: This is my first venture into GH fanfic, I sat down and write it in about an hour because I can’t wait until Monday to see more of them. So please excuse its choppiness. Nancy and Rick through there amazing portrayal of Alexis and Ric have made a GH fan out of me. I really hope TPTB do not mess this pairing up. BTW, the characters of Ric Lansing and Alexis Davis are in the hands of the writers at GH so they’re not mine, except in this little part of the virtual universe!
Feedback: Oh my gosh, please? (am I begging?) I promise that all feedback with be fed a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked.
Yes
There was something almost sad about the whole situation.
It was not the event in itself, although Alexis could completely rationalize why someone would find it sad, or even the fact that for such an auspicious occasion, there would be no guests – not even her own daughter could be there. What was sad was that she was getting married, in an office, in the building where she worked, without anyone else she loved there to watch. What was really sad was that once again she found herself on the precipice of yet another marriage for which she was completely uncertain as to whether or not she should be committing to. This time, of course, there would be no painfully awkward gasps as she abandoned her groom to be, because this time, rationality would win again, but with an entirely opposite result. This time she would go through with it, because this tine, if she didn’t, she would lose everything.
When she opened the door to the office, she was faintly surprised, and disappointed, to find it empty. Checking her watch she realized that she was fifteen minutes early. Part of her had hoped to salvage a tiny bit of the bridal drama by making a grand entrance, albeit to a audience of three, but Ric, their witness and Judge Horner apparently were following the schedule to the letter. Alexis walked across the room, sat down in a chair, and folded her hands in her lap. She could hear her heart beating. Her eyes darted around the room taking a cursory inventory – standard issue government furniture, a few framed degrees and photos on the wall, two bookcases filled with impressive looking, but she suspected little read, case histories. Unclasping her hands, she ran them palms down, down the length of her skirt – partly to smooth it out, partly to dry her hands.
Exhaling slowly, Alexis drummed her fingers on her thighs, eyes staring into the distance as she recounted the chaos of the past few days: Helena’s attempt on her life; the joy of being able to return to her own home, despite Ned’s protestations; the girl-like heart palpitations caused by Ric stopping by and then a deluge of misery from the discovery of Kristina’s bruises, the diagnosis and Alexis’ failure to provide a bone marrow match for her own daughter. Weighing her options, Alexis chose the lesser of two evils and told Ric the truth: that Sonny, not Ned, was Kristina’s father. He hadn’t been surprised, but looked strangely pained and relieved at the same time. And before he began to explain how he knew, Alexis interrupted him, telling him that at that moment, she did not care, but needed him to get tested. When Ric did provide a match, they knew that it would no longer be a matter of questions to be answered, but repercussions to be dealt with. So, in the reception area of the Pediatric Oncology Ward, Ric offered a proposal.
“Alexis. I’m going to suggest something, and before you say no right away, I really want you to think about it.” She remembered that he had grasped her gently by the arms then, and had waited until she was focused on him. “As soon as Sonny finds out that I was a match, he’s going to know the truth. And he’s going to be furious, and he’s going to want Kristina. And despite the reality of who he is, he will get his day in court, and things from your past…” There was an awkward pause.
Alexis had rolled her eyes skyward, and blinked back tears brought on by what she saw as the inevitable realization of her greatest nightmare.
“So you need to be proactive. You need to ensure that your situation is a night and day comparison to Sonny’s.” He lowered his voice and stepped in a bit closer to her. “So marry me.” It had taken Alexis a second or two to absorb what Ric had suggested, and when she opened her mouth to object, Ric had simply placed his index finger over her mouth and repeated, gently, “Think about it.” Then, as if the Fates were intervening, the elevator doors opened, revealing Sonny, with Carly a step behind him. And in a spilt second Alexis had sealed her own fate with one whispered word: “Okay.”
So here it was, twenty minutes past six, and Alexis Davis found herself alone in Judge Horner’s chambers, with her own finger pressed gently on her lips, waiting to go through with a decision that not only made sense in her head, but to her latent fear, made sense in her heart.
The door opened, and Ric walked in, catching Alexis in her reverie. “Alexis,” he began, and, startled, she looked up at him, quickly dropping her hand to her lap. Quickly, she popped out of the chair and stood, hands fidgeting in her nervousness.
“I...I didn’t hear you come in.” She shook her head slightly in explanation and offered him a shy smile. “I guess I was earlier than I thought.”
Ric turned, closed the door and turning back to face her, said, “I’m glad.” He walked towards her, paused for a second, and then pulled her to him in an embrace. Ric could feel how tense she was in his arms, and it hurt him because despite the nobility of what he was doing, he had ulterior, self-serving motives as well. Up unitl this moment, he had been fairly certain that Alexis trusted him, because despite her fear of Sonny’s threat, Ric believed Alexis would not play so carelessly with the future and emotions of Kristina,by jumping into a doomed marriage. What he dared to hope, was that perhaps she could go beyond caring for him, and maybe even love him. But her seeming reluctance, a few minutes before they were to be married, stirred up a tempest of doubts in his mind.
“You’re nervous,” he said, as he reluctantly released her and moved back to sit on the arm of one of the chairs in the office. Ric tried to hide the disappointment in his voice, but Alexis detected it and feeling guilty, tried to diffuse the situation.
“I’m just not too good in these situations – not the best case history, if you know what I mean. But then, I guess that’s not exactly the preferred topic of conversation to launch into five minutes before one gets married.”
“True, true. But then, honesty is an essential component to any marriage.”
“I concur.” Alexis responded, relieved to back on the familiar ground of their usual banter.
“And trust,” Ric continued, “and I of all people can extol on the necessity of that quality.” He grew quiet and serious again, looking at her as if he was trying to answer a perplexing question. Uncomfortable, Alexis quickly turned and began arranging the pens in the holder on Judge Horner’s desk.
Needing to be closer to her, Ric took another step forward, so that he stood right behind her. He reached out his hand to touch her hair, but laid his hand on her shoulder instead. As afraid as he was to pose the question, Ric could not let it go unasked. “Alexis, you do trust me now, don’t you.”
She turned around again to face him, and for the first time saw how much of a risk this - the marriage - the commitment - the question, was for him. In his eyes, she could see the fear, vulnerability and hope that was there. She noticed that his effort to put on a confident front had faltered, and that it was she who had the power to shore him up again. She raised her hands to cup either side of his face and peered deeply into his eyes. One finger grazed his neck, just below his jawline, and she could feel his pulse pounding beneath his skin. Did she trust him? Did she believe that his proposal was made out a desire to protect Kristina? Did she believe that she was not part of yet another attempt to ‘best’ his brother? Did she believe that perhaps he saw this as a chance at redemption, and a way of making up for the sins of his own tortured past? Did she hope, so fervently that it hurt, that in some way, she, Alexis Davis, was the reason for his proposal?
“Yes,” she whispered, and closing her eyes kissed him, hoping that he felt the force of the many facets of her single-word response.
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Yes
Author: livviedoo
Date: October 23rd, 2004
Summary: Fifteen minutes before Alexis and Ric are married.
Rating: G
Author’s Notes: This is my first venture into GH fanfic, I sat down and write it in about an hour because I can’t wait until Monday to see more of them. So please excuse its choppiness. Nancy and Rick through there amazing portrayal of Alexis and Ric have made a GH fan out of me. I really hope TPTB do not mess this pairing up. BTW, the characters of Ric Lansing and Alexis Davis are in the hands of the writers at GH so they’re not mine, except in this little part of the virtual universe!
Feedback: Oh my gosh, please? (am I begging?) I promise that all feedback with be fed a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked.
Yes
There was something almost sad about the whole situation.
It was not the event in itself, although Alexis could completely rationalize why someone would find it sad, or even the fact that for such an auspicious occasion, there would be no guests – not even her own daughter could be there. What was sad was that she was getting married, in an office, in the building where she worked, without anyone else she loved there to watch. What was really sad was that once again she found herself on the precipice of yet another marriage for which she was completely uncertain as to whether or not she should be committing to. This time, of course, there would be no painfully awkward gasps as she abandoned her groom to be, because this time, rationality would win again, but with an entirely opposite result. This time she would go through with it, because this tine, if she didn’t, she would lose everything.
When she opened the door to the office, she was faintly surprised, and disappointed, to find it empty. Checking her watch she realized that she was fifteen minutes early. Part of her had hoped to salvage a tiny bit of the bridal drama by making a grand entrance, albeit to a audience of three, but Ric, their witness and Judge Horner apparently were following the schedule to the letter. Alexis walked across the room, sat down in a chair, and folded her hands in her lap. She could hear her heart beating. Her eyes darted around the room taking a cursory inventory – standard issue government furniture, a few framed degrees and photos on the wall, two bookcases filled with impressive looking, but she suspected little read, case histories. Unclasping her hands, she ran them palms down, down the length of her skirt – partly to smooth it out, partly to dry her hands.
Exhaling slowly, Alexis drummed her fingers on her thighs, eyes staring into the distance as she recounted the chaos of the past few days: Helena’s attempt on her life; the joy of being able to return to her own home, despite Ned’s protestations; the girl-like heart palpitations caused by Ric stopping by and then a deluge of misery from the discovery of Kristina’s bruises, the diagnosis and Alexis’ failure to provide a bone marrow match for her own daughter. Weighing her options, Alexis chose the lesser of two evils and told Ric the truth: that Sonny, not Ned, was Kristina’s father. He hadn’t been surprised, but looked strangely pained and relieved at the same time. And before he began to explain how he knew, Alexis interrupted him, telling him that at that moment, she did not care, but needed him to get tested. When Ric did provide a match, they knew that it would no longer be a matter of questions to be answered, but repercussions to be dealt with. So, in the reception area of the Pediatric Oncology Ward, Ric offered a proposal.
“Alexis. I’m going to suggest something, and before you say no right away, I really want you to think about it.” She remembered that he had grasped her gently by the arms then, and had waited until she was focused on him. “As soon as Sonny finds out that I was a match, he’s going to know the truth. And he’s going to be furious, and he’s going to want Kristina. And despite the reality of who he is, he will get his day in court, and things from your past…” There was an awkward pause.
Alexis had rolled her eyes skyward, and blinked back tears brought on by what she saw as the inevitable realization of her greatest nightmare.
“So you need to be proactive. You need to ensure that your situation is a night and day comparison to Sonny’s.” He lowered his voice and stepped in a bit closer to her. “So marry me.” It had taken Alexis a second or two to absorb what Ric had suggested, and when she opened her mouth to object, Ric had simply placed his index finger over her mouth and repeated, gently, “Think about it.” Then, as if the Fates were intervening, the elevator doors opened, revealing Sonny, with Carly a step behind him. And in a spilt second Alexis had sealed her own fate with one whispered word: “Okay.”
So here it was, twenty minutes past six, and Alexis Davis found herself alone in Judge Horner’s chambers, with her own finger pressed gently on her lips, waiting to go through with a decision that not only made sense in her head, but to her latent fear, made sense in her heart.
The door opened, and Ric walked in, catching Alexis in her reverie. “Alexis,” he began, and, startled, she looked up at him, quickly dropping her hand to her lap. Quickly, she popped out of the chair and stood, hands fidgeting in her nervousness.
“I...I didn’t hear you come in.” She shook her head slightly in explanation and offered him a shy smile. “I guess I was earlier than I thought.”
Ric turned, closed the door and turning back to face her, said, “I’m glad.” He walked towards her, paused for a second, and then pulled her to him in an embrace. Ric could feel how tense she was in his arms, and it hurt him because despite the nobility of what he was doing, he had ulterior, self-serving motives as well. Up unitl this moment, he had been fairly certain that Alexis trusted him, because despite her fear of Sonny’s threat, Ric believed Alexis would not play so carelessly with the future and emotions of Kristina,by jumping into a doomed marriage. What he dared to hope, was that perhaps she could go beyond caring for him, and maybe even love him. But her seeming reluctance, a few minutes before they were to be married, stirred up a tempest of doubts in his mind.
“You’re nervous,” he said, as he reluctantly released her and moved back to sit on the arm of one of the chairs in the office. Ric tried to hide the disappointment in his voice, but Alexis detected it and feeling guilty, tried to diffuse the situation.
“I’m just not too good in these situations – not the best case history, if you know what I mean. But then, I guess that’s not exactly the preferred topic of conversation to launch into five minutes before one gets married.”
“True, true. But then, honesty is an essential component to any marriage.”
“I concur.” Alexis responded, relieved to back on the familiar ground of their usual banter.
“And trust,” Ric continued, “and I of all people can extol on the necessity of that quality.” He grew quiet and serious again, looking at her as if he was trying to answer a perplexing question. Uncomfortable, Alexis quickly turned and began arranging the pens in the holder on Judge Horner’s desk.
Needing to be closer to her, Ric took another step forward, so that he stood right behind her. He reached out his hand to touch her hair, but laid his hand on her shoulder instead. As afraid as he was to pose the question, Ric could not let it go unasked. “Alexis, you do trust me now, don’t you.”
She turned around again to face him, and for the first time saw how much of a risk this - the marriage - the commitment - the question, was for him. In his eyes, she could see the fear, vulnerability and hope that was there. She noticed that his effort to put on a confident front had faltered, and that it was she who had the power to shore him up again. She raised her hands to cup either side of his face and peered deeply into his eyes. One finger grazed his neck, just below his jawline, and she could feel his pulse pounding beneath his skin. Did she trust him? Did she believe that his proposal was made out a desire to protect Kristina? Did she believe that she was not part of yet another attempt to ‘best’ his brother? Did she believe that perhaps he saw this as a chance at redemption, and a way of making up for the sins of his own tortured past? Did she hope, so fervently that it hurt, that in some way, she, Alexis Davis, was the reason for his proposal?
“Yes,” she whispered, and closing her eyes kissed him, hoping that he felt the force of the many facets of her single-word response.
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