A Song fic inspired by Alex O’Lachlan.

Rated PG

Here I go out to sea again
The sunshine fills my hair
And dreams hang in the air

Bare feet crossed the wharf, the waves of jade lapping against the lath of memories. Louisa sat harboured by the left, the morning breeze gently rocking her. His dark hair unsettled from the night before and his clothes intoxicated by the smell of cologne and whisky, surrendered for him. A wanton habit brought him here.

Gulls in the sky and in my green eyes
I know it feels unfair
There's magic everywhere

He threw off his jacket in a fit of emotion, letting it fall to the depths of the dock, an Italian dream food for the plankton. His hair needed no meditation and long, sorrowful tugs at the length made it wilder.

Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine

Her visage followed him, in the water and through the wind. She was the frost in his window every morning, the lark that woke him up. Fire engine red lips and emerald eyes woke him on the zephyr of melodious memories.

He had to get away. She poisoned him. She was too much to handle. Beautiful and lonely, her plight an easy lure and he was weak. So he ran.

No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to hide and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life

Raspy voices echoing love, sonnets expressed silently through the tumbling of sheets, the harmony of bodies united. His second failure.

Sun in your eyes
The heat is in your hair
I seem to hate you
Because you're there

Young love, naïve and adventurous brought the barriers down with the consequences marching behind. Who could be fond of the beyond but them?

And I need a friend
Oh, I need a friend
To make me happy
I stand here on my own

She begged him to stay, pleading, battling her own demons for him, and challenging his. The cold, empty bed signaled his departure.

Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine

The pier was empty by the time she made it, a dressing gown her only warmth.

No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to hide and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life

Her gaze turned to the wharf and then the shed by the water. Tranquil and perpetual. Familiar locks of ebony, untamed, shielding emerald eyes brought the warmth to her pallid limbs.

No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to hide and cry
It's a wonderful, wonderful life

The defender of men watched her for a moment, silent. Then his pout broke.

‘I’m dead if I leave, eh?’

(A/N: Alex O’Lachlan is a really talented and may I say gorgeous actor. ‘Defender of men’ is the literal translation for the name Alexander.)

:heartbeat: Pat

That was a great story, hon! I really, really enjoyed it.

Just, please remember to add a disclaimer line,with rating and copyright and such. Paperwork is annoying, but it's the rules. ;)

Thank you!