I was writing this and found this fic taking me in a different direction. A decidedly darker, hurt/comfort direction. But if that’s not your thing, I didn’t want to leave you hanging, so I wrote an alternate ending to wrap things up for you. Enjoy!
Heather rubbed her wrists, now free of the rope that had held them. She hadn’t known if she would survive the standoff, but she had. Mainly by sheer luck, she thought to herself. The tension had been thick enough to cut; a gun pointed at her, several pointed at her captor. Her luck had come when she passed out; her sudden weight had distracted her captor, and in the process of trying to grab her, he’d dropped his gun. Recognizing that Beck’s men now had the drop on him, he had surrendered.
Where was Edward, anyway? She thought as she looked around. She knew that his men had been on the radio over ten minutes ago calling it in. He should be –
She heard the squeal of a humvee as it skidded to a stop, and her heart leapt when she saw Edward step out of it. Their eyes locked, and they drifted closer together. An observer would disagree, saying they snapped together instantly, like two magnets. Whatever the actual speed, they found themselves together, holding each other as if they’d never let go. Heather was vaguely aware of body armor poking her in various places, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was his arms around her.
“Marry me.” He breathed.
They held each other for a full minute, finally becoming aware of the stares. They leaned back to look each other in the eye. It was obvious to each of them that neither had planned what they had said…or had any intention of retracting it.
“Well, are you going to kiss her or not?”
“Yeah, kiss her!”
The major looked up to find which of his men had made the comments – but Heather yanked him down by his chin strap and kissed him soundly, causing general laughter. Surrendering, he kissed her back, only peripherally aware of her other hand searching for him under the armor. Well, until said hand found his six. He was startled when she grabbed his ass, but she didn’t release him from the kiss, ignoring a fresh wave of laughter. Finally, the kiss waned and he looked around.
“Happy now?” he asked the crowd.
Another bout of snickers answered in the affirmative.
“Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah, I’m starving.”
“Here, I’ve got some jerky…”
Heather gagged, retching as her held her hair. Not much came up, as she hadn’t been fed much recently.
“Sorry. Forgot about that.”
“Well,” she said, wiping her mouth “I’m sure Bailey’s has something…not disgusting. Like bread.”
“Bailey’s it is, then.”
As they left, neither of them noticed the looks of sheer terror on the face of her former captor as he realized he had just held a gun on the major’s girl.
The first thing they did at Bailey’s was go to the bathroom to clean Heather up. She washed her face and pulled her hair back (washing it would have to wait). She finished by rinsing her mouth out several times.
“Well, that’s as good as it’s gonna get this side of a toothbrush and a bath.”
“You look wonderful.”
“Might not want to kiss me for a while, though.”
“Nonsense.” He replied, and immediately kissed her soundly, ignoring her token resistance for a few seconds and then he retreated. “I always want to kiss you.” She wiped her mouth again, glaring at him.
“Eddy, that was disgusting. Sweet, but disgusting. Don’t ever do that again.”
“Do what?” a new voice said.
“Mary? How did I miss you coming in?”
“I was in the storeroom.” She said, coming in for a hug. “God, you stink.”
“Yeah, I just threw up few minutes ago. Which apparently doesn’t bother some people.”
“Would you kiss someone who’d just thrown up?”
“No…I don’t want to get sick.”
“Well, this idiot will.” She said, pointing.
“Hey, it’s not like I’ll get sick. It’s not contagious!”
“How do you know?” Mary asked, ignoring for the moment who was kissing who in favor of following the conversation.
“I gave it to her.”
“Wait a minute.” Mary paused, considering the two contradictory statements. “How can it not be contagious if you gave it to her?”
“It’d better not be contagious.” Heather said. “If you give it to anyone else, the wedding’s off.”
“Wedding? What wedding? What’s going on?”
The look on her face was so confused they burst out laughing. Finally, they relented.
“Come on, we might as well explain it to everyone at once.”