Disclaimer: All hail Donald Bellisario for he created these
wonderful characters and I only get to borrow them for a while. No
infringement of copyright intended.
Summary: Sam ponders the changes to his and Al's
Warnings: None, this story is rated G.
Thanks: To beta readers PJ and Carol for their time and
Comments: Are always welcome and can be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org
Was it really possible, I wondered to look at someone every day
and not really see them? To catch only fleeting glimpses of the soul
they possess and not see the full beauty of the light that fills them
I have seen Al in situations no other man, woman or even child has
ever come close to understanding and still it amazes me each time he
opens his heart to share something new with me.
Having long thought that each and every day with him was an
unexpected gift, precious in it's own way, it is difficult to say at
this juncture of our lives exactly what it is was that drew me to him
in the first place. - To forge the friendship we have and to set
about turning my dream of traveling in time into a reality with the
assistance of a man who is so very different from anyone else I have
ever had the good fortune to know, or love.
Yes, I am well aware that love is also a part of friendship. That
it is perfectly acceptable in every culture known to man for two men
to have a purely platonic relationship based on their mutual
admiration and respect for one another.
Isn't love a peculiar emotion though? Because you are never really
sure from one day to the next what it is about someone that will
catch your eye or make your heart beat a little faster. Most of it
comes out of left field anyway and none of us I believe is ever fully
prepared for the consequences.
I know I wasn't, prepared, that is, for what would be become of a
friendship that somehow managed to not only survive the stormy seas
that time and space provided for us both while we were separated, but
also the different adjustments each of us has had to make since my
Perhaps, given our long history it would be easier to explain what
it is that draws and holds me to Al now, rather than to try and
understand something that occurred twenty years ago and to which I
have no clear recollection of.
With Al I have to admit there are some things that stand out about
him and which I guess added to the original attraction. Strangely enough
though, they are not the elements of his rather unique personality
that most people might think they are.
The eyes have often been said to be the windows to the soul and
maybe I am the only one that has noticed that Al's eyes take on a
wistful quality and actually appear to sparkle when he smiles at me,
lighting his face and lifting years from his age. And yet those same
eyes will cloud in moments of anger or frustration showing every
emotion and thought within their dark almost bottomless depths.
Startling, and at times intimidating the most seasoned of men, not to
mention myself on more than one occasion over the years by their
sheer intensity alone.
I sigh, as I look down at the man now sleeping peacefully beside
me, still feeling completely amazed by the changes that have occurred
between us since we first met, and what I had been made privy to
tonight when Al had gifted me with another glimpse into his soul.
Thinking as I settled myself more comfortably at his side that after
so many years as friends what an unexpected surprise it had been to
discover that his eyes neither sparkle nor cloud, but simply smolder
when he is aroused. More surprising perhaps is to find myself the
object of that arousal. To discover the light that had stood as a
beacon all the years I was leaping, actually emanated from the man whom I am
now finally able to hold in my arms.
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