Nothing Will Do Us Part - Chapter 2
Title: Nothing Will Do Us Part
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Word count: 1,829 (inclusive of lyrics)
Summary: Previously, Stevie tried to join Xabi in the afterlife. But Xabi's not dead! *gasp*
Disclaimer: None of all that you're about to read is true. It's all in my head... ...
Notes: Many thanks to liverlass for the beta =)
Chapter 1
And now for Chapter 2... Enjoy ^^
Lyrics from Savage Garden's 'I knew I loved you'
Nothing Will Do Us Part
Chapter 2:
I knew I loved you
Xabi came to San Sebastian in the most unusual fashion four years ago. He was literally fished out of the water by a fisherman. He caused quite a stir among the men and when they had determined that Xabi was not some sort of mythical merman but a (barely) living breathing human, they took him straight to the hospital.
When he woke in the hospital ward, he felt right at home, for some reason. But when the doctor began to ask him questions, he knew something was wrong. Aside from his name, birth date and that he was Spanish, he could not remember anything more about himself. He only had one set of very wet clothes and not a single shard of identification. The doctor said he had amnesia. Apart from that, the rest of him was fine and that he could be discharged.
The fisherman who saved him was kind enough to let him put up at his home until he could either remember something, or someone came to find him. But as time went by, Xabi realised four things. One, was that he had exceptional medical skills. Two, he could speak perfect English. Three, the image of a man kept finding its way into his mind. And four, no one was going to come for him.
The third bothered him most. Whenever he tried to recall more about this mysterious man, his head hurt. And every time Xabi thought about him, his heart was filled with both love and longing. He was quite appalled in the beginning. He didn’t expect himself to be in love, romantically, with another man who was English. He had in mind to go to England, hoping to find some inkling of his past there. But first of all, he had to save some money.
Mikel Arteta, the fisherman, suggested he go to the beach resort where he might be able to put his medical skills to use. And that was exactly what Xabi did.
Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant
And there it goes,
I think I found my best friend
I know that it might sound
More than a little crazy
But I believe...
He did not deny that his amnesia frustrated him sometimes. He could be anyone before coming to San Sebastian. Mikel said he could have been a doctor. Xabi agreed, but he thought of other possibilities when he was alone. I could have been a murderer or criminal. I could have jumped into the sea to escape the police. Because why else would he end up in the sea? And why hadn’t anyone come searching for him yet?
If that were the case, then he would rather he never recover his memories and continue to live the simple life in San Sebastian. But he knew he could never do that. He desperately needed to find out who that man he kept thinking of was. He needed him to fill the emptiness in his heart.
Sometimes Xabi wondered if this man was all just part of his imagination. Perhaps he did not exist at all. So when he finally saw him in flesh and blood, Xabi didn’t know how to take it.
Noisy splashes down the beach jarred Xabi away from his thoughts. He frowned, wondering which 8-year-old kid was disrupting the early morning peace. The 8-year-old kid turned out to be a 28-year-old man. He watched from behind as the man wadded slowly into the water. There was something hauntingly familiar about him. Xabi wasn’t too sure. Some part of him might have recognised the man. But he was too afraid of admitting it. Too afraid of reaching out to catch that dream, too afraid that it might burst like a fragile bubble, like all his other dreams, leaving him to wake up feeling so alone…
When the man went too far into the water for his own good, Xabi started to worry. He continued to watch, his mind screaming for him to stop him, but what if he was simply taking a swim? Xabi did not want to make a fool out of himself. Then he saw the man disappearing beneath the water surface. And when he did not emerge for a long time, Xabi’s body sprang into action.
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
He dragged the man’s lifeless body back to the beach. “C’mon, wake up.” Xabi hissed urgently, slapping and shaking him. He didn’t know why, but he would not - could not - let this man die. He put his ear to the man’s chest. He could hear a weak heartbeat but the man was not breathing. “No, no, you can’t die…” He prayed. It was clear what he had to do now. Without another word or thought, Xabi performed CPR on him.
“Don’t die, don’t die…” Xabi pleaded as he pumped his chest before blowing oxygen into his mouth. He repeated the process several times but there was no reaction from the unconscious man. He was on the brink of tears and desperation when the man started coughing and wheezing and spewing out bouts of seawater. “You’re alive…” Xabi sighed thankfully, patting the man on the back as he continued to cough out water. When all the excess fluid was discharged from his lungs, he collapsed on his back on the sands.
“Are you alright?” Xabi asked, leaning over him. Hesitantly, he reached out to stroke the man’s cheek. When he did not vanish into thin air or his hand did not simply go through him, Xabi realised this was no dream and that this was the man who had been invading his thoughts the past four years.
He saw the man’s eyes flicker open and looked straight into his own. He heard him saying, “I’m in heaven.” And the next thing Xabi knew, his lips were on his. His arms were around Xabi’s waist and neck, holding him in place. His eyes were closed, as though enjoying every moment of their kiss. But as much as Xabi thought he might too, he did not.
The first thought that ran through his mind was that they were on a public beach. The second was that he was no whore and this man could have been his lover four years ago, but he could not even remember his name now! He was not about to make out with a near complete stranger on a public beach.
Xabi shoved him aside and got to his feet quickly before the man could grab him again. He saw the look of shock and confusion and then hurt in his eyes and Xabi could not help but think, Oh no. What have I done? The Englishman opened his mouth and said a word - a name - in a raspy voice.
“Xabi.”
It sounded more like a question. One that needed Xabi’s confirmation and all he needed to do was nod. Instead, he fled. As he ran down the golden beach, he thought about his stupidity. This was the moment he had been waiting for, no? He had been hoping for someone, anyone, to come for him and here was this Englishman who seemed to know him far beyond any ordinary friend would. And what did he do? Run. This man was the only link to his lost memories and all he could do was run away from that clue. Why?
“Stevie!”
He stopped in his tracks, feeling the warm sand under his feet. His feelings were slowly returning to him. He felt numb previously. He felt as if he was watching the whole scene from a distant land earlier. That’s why he had no idea what he was doing.
“Stevie!”
He didn’t look back. Didn’t dare to look back. Still too afraid this was a fragile dream. Someone was calling for that man - Stevie - the beach. Stevie… The name caused a thousand memories to flash before Xabi’s eyes. His head was throbbing. He needed some of his own medicine now before it exploded.
“Stevie!”
And Xabi continued to run.
There's just no rhyme or reason
Only the sense of completion
And in your eyes, I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home
I know that it might sound
More than a little crazy
But I believe...
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
The beach was overcrowded with people. It was mid-afternoon. Kids and adults alike were splashing about in the water. Too many people… Xabi found it impossible to spot Stevie. He turned away from the window. The sight of the crowd and the glaring sunlight were agitating his headache. He walked to his chair and slumped into it, rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
He had ran all the way back to his office from the beach. Even after he popped two painkillers and gulped down a cup of water, he still did not have the courage to look out the window and at the beach. When he finally had, Stevie and whoever was calling him had disappeared and the tourists were beginning to fill up the sands.
Stevie… Was that the man’s name? No. Not exactly. It’s Steven Gerrard. Xabi didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew. He began listing words in his head that associated with Stevie. English. Scouser. Detective. Lover. He found himself smiling like a love struck teenager at the last word as memories of them in an all-too intimate situation floated into his mind.
Xabi on a bed in a familiar room with Stevie on top of him. The passionate look Stevie gave him made created more than a few butterflies in Xabi’s stomach. Stevie leaned forward for a kiss… A kiss that engulfed both of them like a raging fire.
Xabi found himself flushed and out of breath as the scene intensified. Sex with another man… It looked wrong, didn’t it? He thought. And yet… It felt so right. With Stevie.
A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I've found you
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
His head began to throb again. What exactly was his relationship with this Steven? What happened to them? Why did it take Stevie four years to find him? Or did it take Xabi four years to find Stevie?
I need him.
I need him to complete me.
I loved - love - him.
Xabi sprang from his chair like a cat and rushed towards the door. Stevie had to be one of the guests in the resort. All he needed to do was ask the receptionist nicely for Stevie’s room number. He was vaguely aware he was wearing this silly smile on his face. He could only think of was seeing Stevie in flesh again.
Stevie, I’m coming.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Word count: 1,829 (inclusive of lyrics)
Summary: Previously, Stevie tried to join Xabi in the afterlife. But Xabi's not dead! *gasp*
Disclaimer: None of all that you're about to read is true. It's all in my head... ...
Notes: Many thanks to liverlass for the beta =)
Chapter 1
And now for Chapter 2... Enjoy ^^
Lyrics from Savage Garden's 'I knew I loved you'
Nothing Will Do Us Part
Chapter 2:
I knew I loved you
Xabi came to San Sebastian in the most unusual fashion four years ago. He was literally fished out of the water by a fisherman. He caused quite a stir among the men and when they had determined that Xabi was not some sort of mythical merman but a (barely) living breathing human, they took him straight to the hospital.
When he woke in the hospital ward, he felt right at home, for some reason. But when the doctor began to ask him questions, he knew something was wrong. Aside from his name, birth date and that he was Spanish, he could not remember anything more about himself. He only had one set of very wet clothes and not a single shard of identification. The doctor said he had amnesia. Apart from that, the rest of him was fine and that he could be discharged.
The fisherman who saved him was kind enough to let him put up at his home until he could either remember something, or someone came to find him. But as time went by, Xabi realised four things. One, was that he had exceptional medical skills. Two, he could speak perfect English. Three, the image of a man kept finding its way into his mind. And four, no one was going to come for him.
The third bothered him most. Whenever he tried to recall more about this mysterious man, his head hurt. And every time Xabi thought about him, his heart was filled with both love and longing. He was quite appalled in the beginning. He didn’t expect himself to be in love, romantically, with another man who was English. He had in mind to go to England, hoping to find some inkling of his past there. But first of all, he had to save some money.
Mikel Arteta, the fisherman, suggested he go to the beach resort where he might be able to put his medical skills to use. And that was exactly what Xabi did.
Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant
And there it goes,
I think I found my best friend
I know that it might sound
More than a little crazy
But I believe...
He did not deny that his amnesia frustrated him sometimes. He could be anyone before coming to San Sebastian. Mikel said he could have been a doctor. Xabi agreed, but he thought of other possibilities when he was alone. I could have been a murderer or criminal. I could have jumped into the sea to escape the police. Because why else would he end up in the sea? And why hadn’t anyone come searching for him yet?
If that were the case, then he would rather he never recover his memories and continue to live the simple life in San Sebastian. But he knew he could never do that. He desperately needed to find out who that man he kept thinking of was. He needed him to fill the emptiness in his heart.
Sometimes Xabi wondered if this man was all just part of his imagination. Perhaps he did not exist at all. So when he finally saw him in flesh and blood, Xabi didn’t know how to take it.
Noisy splashes down the beach jarred Xabi away from his thoughts. He frowned, wondering which 8-year-old kid was disrupting the early morning peace. The 8-year-old kid turned out to be a 28-year-old man. He watched from behind as the man wadded slowly into the water. There was something hauntingly familiar about him. Xabi wasn’t too sure. Some part of him might have recognised the man. But he was too afraid of admitting it. Too afraid of reaching out to catch that dream, too afraid that it might burst like a fragile bubble, like all his other dreams, leaving him to wake up feeling so alone…
When the man went too far into the water for his own good, Xabi started to worry. He continued to watch, his mind screaming for him to stop him, but what if he was simply taking a swim? Xabi did not want to make a fool out of himself. Then he saw the man disappearing beneath the water surface. And when he did not emerge for a long time, Xabi’s body sprang into action.
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
He dragged the man’s lifeless body back to the beach. “C’mon, wake up.” Xabi hissed urgently, slapping and shaking him. He didn’t know why, but he would not - could not - let this man die. He put his ear to the man’s chest. He could hear a weak heartbeat but the man was not breathing. “No, no, you can’t die…” He prayed. It was clear what he had to do now. Without another word or thought, Xabi performed CPR on him.
“Don’t die, don’t die…” Xabi pleaded as he pumped his chest before blowing oxygen into his mouth. He repeated the process several times but there was no reaction from the unconscious man. He was on the brink of tears and desperation when the man started coughing and wheezing and spewing out bouts of seawater. “You’re alive…” Xabi sighed thankfully, patting the man on the back as he continued to cough out water. When all the excess fluid was discharged from his lungs, he collapsed on his back on the sands.
“Are you alright?” Xabi asked, leaning over him. Hesitantly, he reached out to stroke the man’s cheek. When he did not vanish into thin air or his hand did not simply go through him, Xabi realised this was no dream and that this was the man who had been invading his thoughts the past four years.
He saw the man’s eyes flicker open and looked straight into his own. He heard him saying, “I’m in heaven.” And the next thing Xabi knew, his lips were on his. His arms were around Xabi’s waist and neck, holding him in place. His eyes were closed, as though enjoying every moment of their kiss. But as much as Xabi thought he might too, he did not.
The first thought that ran through his mind was that they were on a public beach. The second was that he was no whore and this man could have been his lover four years ago, but he could not even remember his name now! He was not about to make out with a near complete stranger on a public beach.
Xabi shoved him aside and got to his feet quickly before the man could grab him again. He saw the look of shock and confusion and then hurt in his eyes and Xabi could not help but think, Oh no. What have I done? The Englishman opened his mouth and said a word - a name - in a raspy voice.
“Xabi.”
It sounded more like a question. One that needed Xabi’s confirmation and all he needed to do was nod. Instead, he fled. As he ran down the golden beach, he thought about his stupidity. This was the moment he had been waiting for, no? He had been hoping for someone, anyone, to come for him and here was this Englishman who seemed to know him far beyond any ordinary friend would. And what did he do? Run. This man was the only link to his lost memories and all he could do was run away from that clue. Why?
“Stevie!”
He stopped in his tracks, feeling the warm sand under his feet. His feelings were slowly returning to him. He felt numb previously. He felt as if he was watching the whole scene from a distant land earlier. That’s why he had no idea what he was doing.
“Stevie!”
He didn’t look back. Didn’t dare to look back. Still too afraid this was a fragile dream. Someone was calling for that man - Stevie - the beach. Stevie… The name caused a thousand memories to flash before Xabi’s eyes. His head was throbbing. He needed some of his own medicine now before it exploded.
“Stevie!”
And Xabi continued to run.
There's just no rhyme or reason
Only the sense of completion
And in your eyes, I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home
I know that it might sound
More than a little crazy
But I believe...
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
The beach was overcrowded with people. It was mid-afternoon. Kids and adults alike were splashing about in the water. Too many people… Xabi found it impossible to spot Stevie. He turned away from the window. The sight of the crowd and the glaring sunlight were agitating his headache. He walked to his chair and slumped into it, rested his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
He had ran all the way back to his office from the beach. Even after he popped two painkillers and gulped down a cup of water, he still did not have the courage to look out the window and at the beach. When he finally had, Stevie and whoever was calling him had disappeared and the tourists were beginning to fill up the sands.
Stevie… Was that the man’s name? No. Not exactly. It’s Steven Gerrard. Xabi didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew. He began listing words in his head that associated with Stevie. English. Scouser. Detective. Lover. He found himself smiling like a love struck teenager at the last word as memories of them in an all-too intimate situation floated into his mind.
Xabi on a bed in a familiar room with Stevie on top of him. The passionate look Stevie gave him made created more than a few butterflies in Xabi’s stomach. Stevie leaned forward for a kiss… A kiss that engulfed both of them like a raging fire.
Xabi found himself flushed and out of breath as the scene intensified. Sex with another man… It looked wrong, didn’t it? He thought. And yet… It felt so right. With Stevie.
A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I've found you
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
His head began to throb again. What exactly was his relationship with this Steven? What happened to them? Why did it take Stevie four years to find him? Or did it take Xabi four years to find Stevie?
I need him.
I need him to complete me.
I loved - love - him.
Xabi sprang from his chair like a cat and rushed towards the door. Stevie had to be one of the guests in the resort. All he needed to do was ask the receptionist nicely for Stevie’s room number. He was vaguely aware he was wearing this silly smile on his face. He could only think of was seeing Stevie in flesh again.
Stevie, I’m coming.