Date: Sat, 02 May 1998 00:09:50 -0400 From: JJBashir Subject: NEW! seaQuest 'Arms Of The Angels' (G) Sender: owner-tales@mcfeeley.cc.utexas.edu To: tedtales@onelist.com, tedraimi List , Tales list Reply-to: tales@mcfeeley.cc.utexas.edu X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1161 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal This 'City of angels' soundtrack won't leave me alone EITHER. SHEESH! ;-) I would have done this one anyways--I love Sarah McLachlan. JJ ============================================================================ ========= ARMS OF THE ANGELS Jeane Noriega A quiet moring at Posideon's Point, circa 2035. Tim O'Neill belongs to the Sci-Fi Channel. So does the seaQuest. Aislinn MacMurdo-O'Neill doesn't. The song is 'Angel' by Sarah McLachlan, from the 'City of Angels' soundtrack. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______ He put the old CD player on, slipped the disc in and hit play, after he programmed one song in--seven times. Then he slipped back into bed. Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For a break that would make it OK, There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction Oh, beautiful release As memories seep from my veins, I may be empty, oh weightless, and maybe I'll find some peace tonight. It wasn't often that he got to watch her like this. Her breathing was even and steady...her eyes were closed and her lips open slightly. Her a lock of her hair fell over her face and the rest pooled in the pillow like a dark velvet veil. Tim O'Neill lay in bed, resting on one arm, watching his wife, Aislinn, sleep. They were in the bedroom of their house, on a rare three-day furlough. It wasn't often that they could kick back and simply be 'Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill', not 'Lt. O'Neill, Chief Communications Officer' and "Lt. Cmdr. MacMurdo, Cheif of Security', seaQuest DSV. Tim stroked his wife's hair back, noting how soft it felt against his fingers. She was so pretty. There were a thesaurus full of adjectives he could use to describe Aislinn at any given moment--gorgeous, magnifcent, ravishing, heart-stopping...but while she was asleep--it was pretty. There was a calmness, an angelic sereneness that came over her while she slept. Tim wondered if her face looked the same way all those nights he WASN'T there--all the nights she spent in this house alone. All the nights she spent in a prison cell in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. He closed his eyes for a moment. He shouldn't think about the things that made him feel the worst--how he left her--broke her heart by being gone. But he couldn't help it. In the arms of the angels Far away from here, >From this dark, cold hotel room and the emptiness that you feel. We are drawn from the wreckage Of your silent reverie, In the arms of the angels you can find some comfort here. Aislinn rolled over onto her side and streched. She could feel him watching her, like he did every time they slept together. She opened her green eyes, meeting his dark brown ones with a smile. "Good mornin', ashulla," she said to him, smiling. Tim smiled and pecked her lips once. "Morning, Mrs. O'Neill," he said. "How was the sunrise this morning?" she asked. When they were 'topside', above water, Tim had made a ritual of rising before sunrise, to watch it..and to watch his wife. Linn had sworn off the practice. She had done it every morning for seven years on a hunk of coral in the middle of the Pacific. She didn't need the tranquilty of the sunrise to carry her through her days, any more. She had Tim. "Beautiful," he said. "Not as beautiful as you, of course, but it was nice. I might try to paint this one." She smiled as she heard the voice of Sarah McLachlan in the room. "Again, Timothy?" she teased. "Dinnae ye get tired of this song?" Tim held her, nuzzling her neck with his nose. "You know I think you're my angel," he said quietly. It never ceased to amaze him how perfectly his wife fit in his arms. He kissed her hair and rocked her back and forth in his arms. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I'm so glad you came back to me." So tired of the straight line, And every where you turn There's vultures and theives at your back, Storm keeps on twisting Keep on building the lies, But you make up for all that you lack. Don't make no difference Escapin' one last time, It's easier to believe. Then there's sweet madness Oh this glorous sadness, that brings me to my knees. Linn searched her husband's troubled eyes. "Don't, ashulla," she said. "Dinnae blame yerself for all the lost time." "I could have made sure we we togther," he said. "And maybe I would nae come back...like Miguel," she replied. She held him tight. "Och, Tim, ye cannae blame yerself for the ills of the world," she admonished. "Ours or any other." "I should have been here for you," Tim said, his fingers tracing the scars on her back. She trembled as he touched them. She no longer winced in pain when he did so. He had taken that away from her, replaced it with his love. "Ye were...in my heart," she said. "I knew, that ye were watching me...I felt ye." She took his hand in her own and placed it over her heart. "Here--I could feel ye here, Tim...I always could. You were me gaurdian angel. Watching over me--even in the darkest of nights, I knew I was never alone." Tim kissed her. They held each other a long time, feeling a tranquility wash over them that they had only ever known in the embrace of the other. In the arms of the angels Far away from here, >From this dark, cold hotel room And the emptiness that you feel. We are drawn from the wreckage Of your silent reverie, In the arms of the angels May you find some comfort here. "You're my only angel," Tim whispered. Linn smiled. "Are you finding comfort, then?" she asked. He smiled, and rocked her in his arms. "Absolutely," he agreed. She nestled closer to him, resting her ear against his chest, listening to his heart beat. "Me too." In the back ground, Sarah sang them back to sleep. Your in the arms of your angel, May you find some comfort here. ==================================== quack, QUACK!! "I don't think you unworthy....I need a moment to deliberate." Alanis Morissette-'Uninvited' CITY OF ANGELS soundtrack Chez JJ- http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/5715/index.html Home of the Chez JJ Fan Fic Library and the Ted Raimi International Fan Club homepage http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/5715/quixotic.html