Come back to me

[mellochino]

Hey, Laura here. I've never written a fanfic before, never mind a Decget one. So please be patient with me I've decided to write a Decget story, that involves magic and all that kind of stuff (I've been watching too many sci-fi movies). I know it's extremely far fetched, but I wanted to give it a go and try a different angle of a story with them. I'm starting with Declan's POV and I'll write Didge's POV in a bit....that's as long as people think it's ok (feel free to mash me with a stick if it's rubbish lol). I'm loving the stories on here that you guys have written and I hope mine isn't too rubbish and disappointing Anyway, here we go~

Declan POV

It has been almost a year that Bridget Parker has died. The street was just the same as it had always been, except for Declan Napier, who still remembered and was haunted by the past of his wife’s passing. At least that’s what it felt like he was the only one who remembered her sometimes. Still, under the circumstances, he was coping better these days, but he swore to never forget Didge. How could he, when he had a beautiful daughter India, who was a splitting image of her? At a year old, she was beginning to talk a little and was beginning to find her feet. Despite the precious gift that Didge had left him, there was still a massive hole in his heart where his beautiful wife should be.

Saying that, Declan had tried to move on, he had feeling for Kate Ramsay, but even then Declan was confused about that. He never wanted to come across as being a user, but having Kate in his life provided some sort of comfort to him. He often questioned whether he was doing the right thing for Kate and for India by being in this relationship. Was it wrong to move on? Was he just doing this to fill the void? No….no, he couldn’t think like that. Kate wasn’t Didge, she was Kate. He couldn’t let himself forget that.

He pulled a face as he tried to clear his mind, this wasn’t doing him any good. He needed to move on. It was the right thing, wasn’t it? His thoughts were then interrupted by India crying. Declan smiled, he still had India, he felt that he was a very lucky man to have such a precious gift. “I’m coming, India,” he said, standing up. As he stood up, he knocked into one of the chair end tables. It was then that there came a smashing sound, over the other end of the table.

Declan frowned, this was all he needed. He walked towards the place the smashing noise had come from. He wanted to swear when he realised what he’d broken. It was a picture of Didge, India and him. It was a precious memory and he’d stupidly knocked it off of the table. He picked up the frame, slicing his finger on a broke glass shard as he did. Again, he wanted to swear very loudly, however India beat him to it, wailing louder and louder for her Dad to come. Hastily Declan picked up the broken frame and put it back on top of the table. He’d have to find a new frame and clear up that mess later.

“I wish you were here, Didge” he said to himself, as he wrapped a tissue around the cut. “I just wish you were here…” he muttered again to himself as he went into to India’s room.

Back on the table was the broken frame and an exposed photo. The photo unfortunately has a large droplet of blood where Bridget was. If Declan didn’t believe in magic he soon would, as the sound of his sad wish and the blood from the cut on his finger combined. Someone had heard the wish and had decided to respond. However, wishes don’t always happen the way things were intended, as he would soon find out for himself. The photo had changed and the place where Bridget had once been in that photo had vanished. Unbeknown to Declan, his wife was coming back from the land of the dead.

[jess]

this sounds really good keep going with it

[suse]

Thats a great start Laura. You write really well. I loved it. Can't wait to see where you go with it.

We can never have enough decget fics ;D.

[mellochino]

Thanks guys. I was so nervous about posting it, as silly as that sounds. I'm glad that you are enjoying it. I'll probably update Didge's side of the story so far during the week, I'll see how it goes. I've been writing and planning in my little notebook beside my bed, so I'll see where my ideas take me.

Very true, I'm really happy that there are so many great Decget stories to choose from on here =D

[suse]

That is such a good idea with the notebook. I often have ideas during the day, but then when I actually get the time to sit and write...bam...they are gone .

I was terrified when I first posted my fic...considering the topic and all, and I still get nervous everytime I post a chapter to this very day.

Can't wait to see how you handle Didge's re appearance.

[mellochino]

Haha, that sounds like me, which is why I've put a notebook beside my bed, so I can go and write down my ideas. I have a habit of getting jumbled when I'm planning on writing something, so this helps me to keep my ideas and be less messy

I'm glad I'm not the only one, I'm really enjoying reading your fanfic, I really like your writing style.

Thanks, hopefully I'll do her justice ;D

[jess]

i keep my ideas in a book im always writing in it and my friends always ask whats in it and try to look in it hehe so i have to hide it when they come over post new chapter soon please

[mellochino]

Haha, my boyfriend does the same when he sees me scheming and writing in my books. I should have a new chapter up tomorrow, if not it'll be up on Wednesday at some point.

[Bee]

omg i cant stand people watching me write..i cant write unless noone else can see my screen.....thats why i wrote two of my updates today in a free period....

But i'm constantly writing or coming up with ideas for my various stories (i have about 5 going)

[smilelino]

Great start, keep them coming.

[kate]

This is gorgeous. Really imaginative and well written. Well done. I'm actually really excited for the next bit!

[mellochino]

Thank you so much for the feedback so far, guys. I'm really touched by the postive comments that I'm recieving so far. I feel really inspired and motivated because of it and I'm determined to do well with this. I've almost finished the next installment, I will have it up very soon.

[Bee]

oh my god this actually sounds really good..cant wait for the update!

[sophie]

This is really good, keep going!

[mellochino]

I know I've said it before but than you so much for your feedback. Here is the second installment of the story. I'm hoping that you all enjoy this part of the story. Here's Bridget's POV.

Bridget’s POV

Didge had known when she was going to pass through to the other side. She’d said her goodbyes and had gone through the gate into the light. She’d been brave, she hadn’t known what waited for her beyond the gate of light, but she’d gone through. She didn’t want to leave, but she had to and now she’d discovered the life beyond living.

A normal day for her was watching over her husband and daughter. It was as close as she could be to actually being there with him. It was a great gift for her to have, but it was also a heavy burden on her heart to know she could see them but they couldn’t see her. Still, she’d watched Declan choose to do the right thing and keep India and to stay on at school. She couldn’t have been more proud of him, she knew that studying and caring for India had been hard but he’d pulled through. She knew that he could do it and she was thankful that Rebecca and their friends had played a huge part of keeping Declan’s butt in gear.

The harder parts of being able to watch over was seeing Declan move on with Kate. On one hand was glad she was pleased to see him moving on, but on the other it hurt to see them together at the same time. Kate was a nice girl, Bridget didn’t hate her and she knew that she had no right to be angry at either of them. All she wanted was the happiness of her family, they deserved happiness. She moved into the living room where Dec was sitting and watched him pulling faces, he didn’t look happy.

“You need to be happy, Declan” she told him, not that he could hear her. She spoke often to him, likewise with Declan, he spoke to her. The difference was he couldn’t hear or see his wife.

It was then that India began crying from her room. Declan stood up, knocking over things from the table. Declan had moved towards the broken glass, she followed closely. He bent down and began to pick up the broken frame without a thought for the broken glass.

“Dec, you’re going to cut your-“she started to say in an urgent voice. Too late, he’d already sliced his finger. She went to help him, remembering halfway to the kitchen that she couldn’t. She walked back towards him, angry that she could do nothing to help. India’s cries grew louder and Declan’s face wore a saddened expression.

“I wish you were here, Didge”

Didge’s expression changed to suit Declan’s, she could feel his pain and emotions of sadness and confusion. She wished she could give him a cuddle or even for her words of love to reach him, but she knew it was impossible. She followed Declan through to India’s room. India calmed down once she could see her daddy, she babbled and made a “Dada” noise as she was lifted out of her cot. Bridget smiled, she thought that India looked a lot like Declan. She has his smile, she could see herself in her daughter, but more so with Declan.

The family moment was quickly disturbed by an unfamiliar voice. “She looks a lot like you” came a deep voice. Didge looked around, a little surprised; she’d been so caught up watching her family that she hadn’t noticed anyone else standing there watching. The deep voice belonged to a cloaked person, he wore a long white robe that covered all of him apart from his nose and mouth. Everyone on the other side wore white, but she hadn’t seen other people around Declan and India before. Who was he and what was he doing here?

“Who are you?” she asked suspiciously
The man ignored her for a few moments, watching Declan and India, before turning his attention back towards her.
“Who I am is not of importance” he responded with little emotion.
Bridget was growing annoyed, he wasn’t giving her answers and he was freaking her out. She wondered whether a hooded man would actually answer questions, when his identity was obviously intended not to be known.
“What do you want?” She pressed further, she paused for a few moments and added “You’re not going to hurt them, are you?”

Again the man took a while to respond, but again he came out with nonsense.
“Not to hurt them, but to give them a special surprise”
Bridget frowned, she’d had enough of this person, and she wanted him to leave now. She didn’t trust him.
“I don’t know why you are here, but you need to go” she said, a hint of anger and urgency in her voice.
A smile grew on the man’s mouth and he turned to face Bridget. It was the first sign of emotion this person has shown since his appearance.

“Do you believe in magic, Bridget Parker?” he asked, this time his voice sounded rather strange. He didn’t sound evil, just strange and the faint sound of ticking began to come from around the room. Didge found herself feeling dizzy, she’d never experienced this in her other world body. She wanted to question the man further, but the room felt like it was spinning. The man smiled one last time and disappeared, leaving a burst of light and the sound of ticking.

She tried to look for the source of the noise. She was greeted by a very familiar Grandfather clock. The room was still filling full of light and the clocks hands were spinning towards twelve o’clock. The light got brighter and brighter until the room was engulfed by it and all that was left was the clock, now reading twelve.

Are you ready for another chance, Bridget Parker?

Bridget wanted to ask what was happening and why he knew her name, but she could barely hold herself up. She toppled over and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to sleep, but she felt so tired all of a sudden. Didge strangely didn’t feel afraid, she actually felt comfortable and she felt warmth surrounding her. Soon she was fast asleep and her surroundings changed back to a familiar place. She was alive again.

While Bridget slept, the light began to fade, leaving her sleeping under a tree in the shade. Bridget Parker was back, but what was the cost of her being alive again?

The cloaked man smiled as he watched her sleeping, he was looking forward to seeing how this new life of Bridget’s would unfold. Why he’d chosen to grant Declans wish was just for him to know for now.

Your wish has been granted and It’s all up to you now, Declan Napier.

He took one last look at Bridget and disappeared back to the light.

Tbc