rated: PG-13 just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own everone except Elijah, Sean, Billy, Dom, and Peter Jackson.


Plot: Elijah and his wife Beca are going to New Zealand so he can shoot The Lord of the Rings. What happens to them there will change both of their lives forever.
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*Rebekas pov*

I woke up to Elijah's smiling face.
"Good morning, beautiful." he said stroking my face.
I grabbed his finger and playfully started chewing on it. He smiled and gently pulled his finger out of my mouth.
"You must be hungry." he said and placed his beautiful lips on mine. When he pulled away he asked me what I wanted for breakfast. "Pancakes or pancakes?"
I giggled and pretended to really consider it.
" That’s such a hard choice this early in the morning, Elijah, but I guess I'll have pancakes."
"Pancakes it is then." he said and got out of bed.
He walked out of the room and I couldn't help but keep my eyes on his wonderful backside. I could hear him getting everything out. Right when I was about to slip back into the dark abyss, I heard a bunch of falling pots and pans. I heard Elijah swear and in a second I saw his face in the doorway.
"Everything’s fine I'm not hurt."
"Okay, good." I murmured and closed my eyes again. A few minutes later, the phone rang and Elijah picked it up.
After talking to the person on the phone for what seemed to be forever he came into the room beaming and his eyes shining as he jumped onto the bed.
"Sweetums, what is it, what’s the good news." I demanded.
"Well, you know how you've always wanted to travel to a different country?"
"Yes." I said excitedly and propped myself on my elbow.
"Well, your dream just came true." he said.
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So.... what do you think?



Edit: oops, will someone please move this story to the Elijah section? I would really apreciate it.

Oooh! They're so cute! (And I assume that he's not 18 here, right? ^_^)
Good job so far!
:heartbeat:
-Feebs

This sounds sweet!!!
How old are elijah and Becca in this fic??
post more sweetie.

They are in their 20's.
THanks for the warm replies. :hug:

Rebekas POV*
When, where?" I shrieked. I couldn't contain myself. My dream was finally coming true.
"You’re going to wake the dead." Elijah joked.
"Where are we going?" I asked again, quieter this time.
"We're going to New Zealand. It's for a film called The Lord of the Rings."
My hope died for a second. I was hoping it was just going to be the two of us. But I was going to New Zealand! I don't know where that is, mind you, but it is another country none the less.
"We leave tomorrow." Elijah continued. "So I suggest you start packing."
I jumped out of bed, now fully awake. "I'm going to call Sara to tell her the great news." I called, running out of the room.
"I'm going to New Zealand!" I shrieked into the phone when I got hold of her. After we both screeched the conversation for a few minutes I told her I needed to pack. Still excited, I skipped to our room. "What should I bring? Is it cold or warm? Should I bring my bathing suit? Oh, heck, I'll just pack everything!" I said, talking a mile a minute. I started shoving everything into a suitcase. Finally everything was packed and ready to go.

*Rebekas POV*

The next morning I woke up early due to excitement. I looked over at Elijah who was still sleeping. Suddenly an idea came to me and I smiled evilly. Quietly I got to my knees and softly but firmly placed my hands on his side. I quickly pushed him off the bed. I crawled to the edge of the bed and looked down at Elijah who gave me the evil eye. I pretended to be shocked that he was down there. “How did you get down there?" I asked innocently.
"Gee, I don't know." he said sarcastically.
He started to get up and I rushed to my edge of the bed to get off. Right when i was about to get off two strong hands flipped me onto my back. He pinned me to the bed and grinned at me. "You are now about to pay."
"No. I'll scream." I whimpered. He solved that by placing one of his hands over my mouth. Elijah started tickling me until I had tears of laughter streaming down my cheeks.
"Are you ready to behave?"
All I could do is nod.
"Good, now get ready, we have to leave in thirty minutes." Before I knew it we were at the airport and had boarded the plane.
We were finally on our way.

As the plane finally takes off, I breathe a sigh of relief. Before getting on a plane you are always stressed out. Even if you do plan very carefully, it just happens. My mind drifts off to when I first met my lovely and wonderful Becka. I was at a club, enjoying my day off of work, and watching all the lovely, but drunken, girls dance to the music, and somehow she caught my eye. She made her way over, singing very loudly (she's drunk remember) "If you want to be my lover, you got to be my friend, make it last forever, for that’s the way it is." I giggled as she pulled me off of my chair and dragged me to the dance floor. Never in a hundred years did I think she would become my wife a short year and a half later.
I was quickly brought back to the present when someone tripped and fell into my lap.
"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry. I am so clumsy."
"It's alright." I said, helping her to her feet. I smiled tightly hoping she wouldn’t recognize me. I really just wanted to have one normal flight. I breathed a sigh of relief when she continued on her way back to her seat. Suddenly she turned around.
"Oh God." I thought as she stared at me for a second.
"Are you Elijah Wood?"
I wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but I smiled warmly and told her I was. She smiled and struck out her hand. "I am Stacey. I love your movies."
"Thank you."
"You’re welcome." She turned around and started walking away again but turned back. “Oh, and good luck in the rest of your carrier, though you probably wont need it." She smiled again and went back to her seat before I could respond.
"She was sweet." Rebeka commented after a second.
"Yeah she was. How are you doing?" I asked squeezing her hand.
" I am so excited. I feel like jumping out of my seat and singing praises."
I laughed and leaned over and kissed her. "I am glad you’re happy." I whispered as we pulled away.
" How could I not be happy? I'm with you." She whispered back.

Hi all, it's me again. Just posting another section of the story. Please though, if you are reading, please post. It's disheartening to not see any posts besides mine.



Elijah's POV
I catcalled as Rebeka finished singing Shania Twains I feel like a women.
We were at the fist place we could find that hosted karaoke.
We have been in New Zealand for now six hours and we have already fallen in love with it.
Becca blew a kiss in my direction and made her way over.
"Your turn, sexy." She said sitting down and talking a drink of the soda I bought for her.
" Oh no, I am not going to go up there and make a complete fool of myself."
When Beca saw she could not win me over by merely pouting and begging, she got out her weapons.
"No! Not the eyes, anything but the eyes!" I cried playfully. What is it with women and their darn big eyes? It kills me. I slowly looked through my fingers and saw her staring at me pitifully.

“Alright, I'll do it." I grumbled and took a sip of my Coke. She grinned and did her victory dance. “I can't believe I'm doing this." I said, making my way over to the stage. I looked back at Rebeka who immediately stuck out her tongue. I stuck out my tongue right back at her crossed my eyes, making her giggle. I turned back too the manager and told her the song I wanted. I jumped onto the stage and started walking around striking model poses. The music started and Becca started hooting with laughter.


I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

I started getting into the music and took off my shirt, throwing it to Becca, who pretended to scream like a fan girl.

And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my

'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor p*ssy poor p*ssy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

And I'm too sexy for this song

The song ended and Becca started whistling(which is cute because she couldn’t whistle to save her life)
I grinned and bowed.
"I love you Elijah!" she screamed, which got her a look from the manager.
I laughed but it quickly turned to a gasp of surprise when she suddenly gasped in pain.

Are you kidding me?!

I open this and it starts out a lovely, adorable little story of a perfectly adorable little couple and then your latest post gives me THIS??

Pssh. Not cool. <_<

What is it? I need to know! Is it appendicitis? Cuz thats pretty much normal, occasionally deadly but not all the time. Gah.

Post more soon, Hope. I really like this, except the suspense part. -_-

:hug:
Samma

wait long enough? ;-)

*Elijah's POV*

I jumped off the stage and led her back to our table where she sank into her chair. "What happend? Are you okay?" I asked her, my forhead creased with worry.
"I'm fine. I think its just overexcitement from being in New Zealand. I just need to rest for awhile and I will be okay."
I nodded and helped her to the car. We drove in silience for a while until she decided it was too quiet. She turned on the radio and turned it up untill I could actually feel the car vibrating.
"I think its a little loud." I yelled over the music reaching for the volume button. She pushed my hand away and insisted it was perfect.
I decided to let it go and listened to her screaming out the words to a song I havent heard before. When we got to the house we bought for while we stayed in New Zealand, I had the perfect headache. I whimperd as it felt like someone was trying to break my head open with a hammer.
"I love this house. It's perfect." Beca commented, unaware of my pain.

sheesh? Is my story really that bad? :(

*Elijah's POV*

I ignored my headache as I swept Becka off her feet. Tonight, I decided, I was going to be romantic. What could be better then her first day in a different country complete?
I made my way to the couch stubbing my toe on goodness knows what. I laid her down gently and told her not to move. I ran upstairs and started her bath.
"Elijah, what are you doing up here?" She called coming up the stairs. I jumped, not expecting her to come upstairs. I quickly shut the bathroom door and led her downstairs.
"Didn't I tell you to stay on the couch?" I said scolding.
"I got bored, so I came upstairs to check on you." She said squealing as I flipped her onto my shoulder and ran down the stairs. I threw her giggling form onto the couch and rushed to get lotion.
"What in the world are you doing Elijah?"
"Trying to make you day perfect. Now be quiet."
"Elijah that feels so good." She said sighing. "What can't you do, Mr. Perfect."
"Play the piano." I said instantly. Even though I am obsessed with music, I can't make music to save my life.
"Elijah, you’re going to put me to slee- Elijah what's that noise?"
"What noise?" I asked, still preoccupied with my thoughts.
"Shhh. Listen."
I stopped rubbing her feet, and thought I heard something upstairs.
"Crap." I yelled, running upstairs. How could I forget her bath?
Hesitantly I opened the bathroom door and groaned. About half a centimeter of water covered the white linoleum of the now soaked bathroom. I moved to shut off the water but I started slipping on the wet floor. I started pin wheeling my arms, trying to keep my balance, but I lost to the force of gravity and fell on my behind. I moaned and got back up, rubbing my aching backside. I froze, thinking I heard a noise, but I didn't hear anything more. I shook my head and bent over to shut off the water in the bath.
SPLASH!
I came up from the water sputtering. What in the world happened? I knew the answer when laughter met my ears.
I shook the water out of my eyes and sighed. The night wasn't going as planned at all, thanks to you know who. I glanced towards the sound of laughter and held out my hand. "Thank you so much for the cool down. Now if you wouldn't mind, would you please help me out?" She scooted over towards me slowly, still grinning widely at her success. She grabbed my hand and before she knew it she was beside me. It was my turn to laugh as I got out of the bath and dried off. "I suggest you just stay in there and enjoy the rest of the bath." I left the bathroom and shut the door on a still surprised Rebecca.
I chuckled as I made my way downstairs. I went into the kitchen to start dinner. This was the last thing on my list to do for her and I wanted to make the perfect dinner. I should have known it wouldn't happen. I was hoping for the impossible. I got the rice and chicken cooking and went into the living room to watch a little football while I waited.
"Go, go! NO!" I yelled at the screen as the opposing team made the goal. I shut off the TV and looked at my watch. 8:45 pm. Tonight wasn't going exactly as planned but not entirely wrong either. In fact, the cooking was going just- I closed my eyes as I heard a noise from the kitchen. I sighed and walked slowly over to the kitchen afraid of what I would see. I scratched the back of my head as I looked at the ricey mess in front of me. There was rice on the wall, on the ceiling and on the floor. I took a deep breath and imagined hero music as I shut off the rice maker. I decided to just call something in. I gave myself a mental note to add cooking to the list of stuff I could not do. The delivery man said it would be here in about 20 minutes. I hung up and started cleaning up World War III. The rice may have won this battle, but I would not let it win the war. The rice squished under my feet as I got the step stool to clean the stuff off the ceiling, while I was scraping off the rice on the ceiling I realized I hadn't been breathing. I took a breath and a clump of rice decided to drop in for a visit. I spit it into the garbage and continued cleaning. I finally won the war just as the doorbell rang. I raced for the door and gave him a breathless "hello". I disguised a look of disgust with a smile as he gave me my change. He had piercing all over his face and tattoos everywhere else. I couldn't understand how people could and can do that to themselves. The rest of the night was uneventful, thank goodness.

geez, I guess it is bad. lol



*Rebekas POV*

I woke up to Smashing Pumpkins pounding through my head. I sighed and jammed my pillow over my head. I could still hear it so I threw it at the source of the sound. I groaned as I realized I lost my only pillow. I dropped myself off the comfort of the bed and crawled to my pillow. I was just about to grab it when I felt myself leaving the ground and flying into the air.
"ELIJAH!" I shrieked as he ran for the bed with me struggling to get away.
"Body slam!" He yelled and threw me onto the bed. He laughed at me as I blew my hair out of my face. But I fell back to the bed in a spasm of pain.
"What in the world?" I gasped out as I grasped at my sides, trying to stop the pain.
"Maybe you should go to the doctor." Elijah said with concern. "Maybe something is wrong."
I nodded my agreement as the pain finally went away.
"Don't worry about me though, today is your first day of work. I will go to the doctor, but nothing will be wrong I am guessing. Maybe it's just the flu. I haven't been feeling well."

Shut up. It is not that bad! You just need to advertise more. Maybe get somebody to make a banner, and the more you post elsewhere, the more people will realize its here.

Anyway, I feel bad for Elijah and his romantic night gone disaster. But, maybe he was a little mean to the tattooed guy. I mean, they are people just like us, and most of the time, nicer than people who look "normal" if there is such a word.

And what the heck is wrong with Bec??

:cmon: oh, thanks. Maybe you're right. Do you know anyone who would do it, a banner, for me? I don't know anyone here.

:meh:

I could, now that my life is kinda winding down. Um, Mena; Ambrosia; Aireafaiel (idk how to spell that name!); Felonaz. There's a few. Like, if you see someone who has a cool-looking banner that you like, ask them who made it.

Do you think you could, because you are the only one who reads my fic. So you know more about it. If you could thanks so much, if you can't thats fine.





*Beckas POV*
cont...

"Well, if you're sure."
"Of course I'm sure. Now get your butt to the set before you’re late." I said kissing his cheek.
"Alright, if you are sure, but I want you to call the doctor to make an appointment for today before I go." Elijah said his voice still carrying concern.
I rolled my eyes as I curtsied sarcastically. "Anything to make you happy, my king."
I went to call the doctor as he got ready the rest of the way.
I finished with the phone call, and started to get ready. The doctor wanted to see me right away for some reason. I ran upstairs to straighten my hair. I smiled as I walked into the bathroom with last night still clear in my mind. We finally got the floor dry after using ten towels to dry up the mess.
"So, when are you going to see the doctor?" Elijah asked appearing in the doorway.
"He wants to see me at eight o' clock this morning. Elijah, I still don't think there is anything wrong. It might just be my menstrual cycle doing it's worst this month."
"Well, it doesn't hurt to make sure. Anyway, I need to make it to set now, so I will talk to you later." Elijah commented and gave me a quick smile before going downstairs.
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"I am here to see Dr. Smith. I have an 8:00 appointment." I told the secretary.
"Alright, just sit over in the waiting room. I will tell him your here. Oh, and what’s your name?"
"My name is Rebeka Wood." I said and went to sit down.
"Rebeka Wood." A nurse called.
'Wow, that’s fast service.' I thought as I followed the nurse to the room.
"Dr. Smith will be with you in a minute." She said and left the room. I sat down on one of the chairs in the room and looked through the magazines. I chuckled quietly as I saw Elijah's face on the cover of People's Magazine proclaiming that he would be Frodo.
A man walked into the room and shook my hand. “I am Dr. Smith. You must be Rebeca. You called me this morning complaining of some pains."
I nodded and sat on the doctors examining table. Dr. Smith was a small man in his early 30's with a kind smile. He had a shock of brown hair that kept falling into his eyes.
"Well, let’s just found out what’s wrong okay. I am going to need some blood for some tests." He said taking out a needle. After he was done he left me and I sat down to read the article about Elijah. After reading that and the rest of the magazine the doctor finally came back in. He sat down slowly and gave me a small smile.
"I am afraid I have some bad news."

Bad news is neverrr good. EVAR!!!!

Okay, so banner. (I really want NEED to know what's wrong with her btw!!) I need some stuff from you first.

First, what would you like it to look like? Any sort of background or anything? Who to "play" Rebekah? Obviously Lij, but any special pics? Any specific sort of font? And, do you want a sort of quote besides the obvious title DON'T CRY FOR ME?

I know its kinda bombarding, but here's some of the banners I've mad.

*Elijah's POV*

I drove home thinking excitedly about how great this experience was going to be. Some of my co-stars Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan were making me bust my gut from laughing the first five minutes I meet them. I pulled into the driveway, excited about telling Beca all about it. Whistling, I unlocked the door and called out her name.
"I'm in here." She said from the kitchen. I followed her voice and came into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" I asked when I looked at her. She had tearstains on her cheeks and her eyes were red.
"I went to the doctor like you asked, and they told me something that I thought I would never hear in my life." She said slowly, without any emotion in her voice.
"Rebeca, what's wrong?" I asked again forcefully.
"They told me I have," She paused for a second and took a deep breath. "They....they....they told me I have cancer." She said and a tear rolled down her face.
Cancer....cancer......cancer.... my mind repeated that awful word, over and over again, taunting me. My wife, my life, had cancer, and I could do nothing about it.

:cry: This is sooo terrible. One of those moments when you really wish you had that big erase button for life!!! What type of cancer is it? Awww... poor Becka and poor Lij. To think, they're so sooo young. :wacko:

Post more soon, hun.

:heartbeat:
Samma

It's more like a cancerous tumor in her brain.



*Elijah's POV*

Beca's voice broke into my thoughts. "Elijah? Elijah, are you okay?"
I shook my head and laughed a little like it was a joke she was asking. "Am I okay? Sure I couldn't be better! You have cancer, but today is the best day of my life anyway. I am just dandy!" I said, my voice getting louder and louder.
Beca jumped off the chair and rushed to me. "Elijah, I am sorry. So, so sorry."
I grabbed onto her and held her close to me. I felt tears threatening to come to the surface, but I held them at bay.
I struggled to keep my composure and then asked her when she started chemotherapy.
She pulled away slowly and wouldn't look me in the eye. Somehow I knew I wouldn't like the answer to the question.
"That's another thing." She said slowly. "I won't be getting any chemotherapy."
"Why aren't you getting chemo? Isn't that what they use to fight cancer?"
She shook her head. "Yes, normally they do."
"Normally? What do you mean normally?"
She took a deep breath as if to calm herself. "Normally they do use chemo, yes. But, they said, they said it wouldn't do any good. There is too much cancer. We....we didn't catch it in time. It's spread almost everywhere."
"So, that's it? You’re going to die, and there's nothing they can do?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, that's what it look like. I am so sorry Elijah."
I didn't know what to say, to do. What are you supposed to do in this situation? So, I let my anger take hold. I started pounding on the walls and anything that was close by. I felt Beca take my hands and I didn't try to stop her.
"How long do you have?" I asked quietly.
"About a week."
And finally I let go.
I cried.

WTF.

She's got a week??!? What was with her freakin' doctors man?? Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!!! :anger: That's ridiculous. Doctors are there to protect AGAINST these types of things and not let them get to THAT point, man!

Ohhh, how terrible! :cry2: And she's so young!

:heartbeat:
Samma

*Elijah's POV*

"Oh Elijah. Please don't cry for me." She said, reaching out to wipe the tears away on my cheeks. I pushed her hand away roughly and left the room. I grabbed my keys and ran out the front door and jumped into the car.
"Elijah! Stop!" Beca yelled, running onto the porch.
I ignored her and gunned the engine and making the tires squeal, was out of there. I raced down the road with my thoughts spinning out of control. But there was one sentence that kept itself painfully clear: Rebecca has cancer and she's dying. I finally pulled over because I couldn't see through my tears. I hit the steering wheel with my fist with a torrent of anger.
"Why?!" I screamed up at the heavens. "Why now, why to us when we are so happy?"
I rested my head on the steering wheel and let my feelings loose. I have never felt so much pain, so much agony. I didn't know you could feel so much. I felt like my heart was literally breaking. I wondered if the tears would ever stop. But they did stop, like everything does. I put the car back into gear and drove slowly home with my head a little clearer.

Apparently my story is awful, because I only have one reader. lol

Yes, he really shouldn't waste the week they have together...

Okay, if you really want more readers, there is an Archive where you can post information about this story. Also, start reading other people's stories, like I have my story Anything Goes up and just replying at a couple stories would bring up knowledge that its here.

In case you've noticed some posts are missing: I did some... errr clean up, let's say, as I noticed you finally got your banner, thanks to Sammi.

^_^

PS. next time you need something similar, please use the PM function.

:love:

Hi Hope,

You now have a second reader :) I noticed this fic a few times before but I guess I never really got down to reading it until now.

I absolutely love it! You let me (the reader) get accustomed to the characters before you drop the bomb shell. And damn, it is a bombshell! Becca only having one more week to live, it's awful. Must be hell on 'Lijah too!

I hope to read more soon!

Love, Moon :hug:

:yahoo Yes, two readers. lol.
Anywa, Sammi, I'll start posting in different fics.
anyway, here is the next instalment.

Elijah's POV

Beca was waiting for me when I got inside.
"Are you alright now, Elijah?" She asked, putting her book down on the table.
I nodded and sat down next to her and sat silent for a second. "So, what do you want to do with....your time left?" I asked, trying to be strong. “Do you want to go home?"
"No, Elijah, I want to stay here. I want to just go through this. Plus, this movie means a lot to you." Beca said firmly.
"Are you sure there is nothing you would like to do?" I asked, knowing there was no persuading her when she makes up her mind.
"Well..." Beca said a slight grin on her face." There are a few things that I have wanted to try for quite some time."
I teasingly pulled on her nose. "And what are those few things?"
------------------------------------------------------------------------

"I'm so excited!" Beca yelled over the roaring of the plane. I nodded and looked out at the distant land below. Beca had decided that she wanted to parashoot and I quickly agreed that was a great idea.
"Get ready, we're almost there, get ready." The instructor yelled.
Beca grabbed my arm and looked up at me sheepishly. "I'm nervous all of a sudden. Can you hold my hand on the way down?"
I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head." I'll never let you go." I replied and jumped with her.

Nice chappie! I'm a bit busy so I can't really give you a proper comment but I promise I'll give you proper comment on the next chappie!


Love, Moon :hug:

*Elijah's POV*

Beca shouted with triumph when we reached the ground. "I did it, I did it!" She shouted with glee doing a little dance, and I couldn't help but laugh. Then Beca turned serious and looked at me.
"Elijah, about what you said on the plane earlier."
"Yeah, what about it?" I asked. “I meant what I said."
"Elijah," She said quietly. "You are going to have to let me go."
I felt my heart clench, and I gave her a quick hug. She already felt frail in my arms. "I know, but I'm just not ready to let you go yet."

Sorry really short. More next time hopefully.

*pouts*

Its so sad.

:cry:

Post more soon, bella. :hug:

:heartbeat:
Samma

ohh, we are getting close to the end. *waves fingers*
:eek:



Elijah's POV

It was a quiet drive home, each of us in our own thoughts about the whole situation.
"What we need is some fun." I said out of the blue and turned the car around.
"Elijah, Elijah, what in the world are we doing?" Beca demanded, surprised.
"Just hang on toots." I said, putting on an English accent.
Fifteen minutes later we parked in the parking lot of a local bar. I pulled Beca out of the car and into the building. "The world is your playground tonight; well actually the bar is, but still."
Beca giggled and looked around. "Well, I guess I should start playing."
"May I be your play partner for the first dance, my darling?" I asked bowing, and took her hand gently kissing it.
Beca covered her mouth to keep from smiling and curtsied. "I would like that very much, sir."
I bowed again and led her gently onto the dance floor.
"Wait right here. I'll be right back."
I came back a minute later. "I'm dedicating this song to you." I whispered in her ear. The song started and I danced with her, quietly singing the song in her ear.

There’s something bout the way you look tonight, There’s something bout the way that i can't take my eyes off you. There’s
something bout the way your lips invite, maybe its the way that i get nervous when your around. And I want you to be mine
and if u need a reason why,

[Chorus:]
It's in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me, the way that I want you tonight,
It's in the way that you hold me, and the way that you know me, when I can't find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way, you feel it in the way.

There’s something bout how you stay on my mind, theres something bout the way that I whisper your name when I'm asleep Oh girl
no. Maybe its the look you get in your eyes. Oh baby its the way that makes me feel to see you smile. And the reasons they
may change but what I’m feeling stays the same.

[Chorus]

I can't put my fingers on just what it is that makes me love you, you baby.
So don't ask me to describe, I get all choked up inside, just thinking bout the way.

[Chorus]

There's something bout the way you look tonight.
There's nothing more to say then, I feel it in the way.

"I love you Beca, I will love you forever."
Beca sighed and laid her head on my chest. "I love you too Elijah, I love you too."

Awwwwwwwwww :wub: Elijah is sooooo sweet.... :hug:

I luff him. It makes me wish doctors could perform extreme miracles... -_-

It does indeed make you hope for a miracle to happen... What do people do to deserve such suffering?

It does doesn't it. I hope someday they'll find something. -_-

*Elijah's POV*

I carried Beca into our room and gently laid her on the bed. The cancer was in full fledge war now with her body and it was winning. Everything tired her out the last two days. If the doctors were right, she would die in a day or two.
Beca's eyes fluttered open and she weakly smiled at me.
I smiled back gently and helped her into her nightwear. The doctors had told us she should stay in bed for now on; she was too weak and tired.
"I am so sorry; you shouldn't have to take care of me like this."
I frowned at her. "Don't talk like that. Taking care of you is not a burden, if anything, it's a joy."
"If you say so." Beca said sighing.
"I do say so, don't talk like that."
I blinked the tears away as she fell into another dreamless sleep. She used to be so full of life. Now she was always tired.
The cancer had robbed her of everything she used to be.

*Beca's POV*
I couldn't fall asleep. I had a bunch of things on my mind. I sighed and woke Elijah up. He sat up in bed and turned on the light. I felt my lips twitch into a small smile as he looked at me frantically.
"I'm fine, Elijah, just have a lot of things on my mind that I wanted to go over with you."
"Don't scare me like that." Elijah scolded.
I smiled guiltily. "I didn't mean to scare you." I said apologetically.
Elijah smiled also, looking at me adoringly. “What do you want to talk about?” He asked gently. Have I mentioned how much I loved my husband? I stayed quiet for a bit trying to gather my thoughts. “Elijah, when I am gone, I want you to be happy. Don’t feel bad if you have fun. And…if you find another woman that makes you happy, and you grow to love her, I want you to feel free to love her.”
Elijah started to protest, but I cut him off. “I want you happy Elijah. I want you to enjoy life. It has a lot to offer. Promise me you will.”
Elijah looked at me, doubt clearly showing on his face.
“Promise me.”
“I promise.” He said reluctantly.
I nodded and turned off the light. I felt a weight lift off of my chest, and I was able to sleep well for the first time in days.

Awww... that's so sweet. :wub:

And the last installment was so terribly sad.. :cry:

Gosh! This story is so upsetting! <_<

Aaw that's just so sad... It's true that cancer robs people of who they were before and replace them by weak, pityable characters in such a short time, really...

*le sigh*

I hope you'll update again soon!

Love, Moon :hug:

Wow, the story is already almost done. Thanks sammi for being there the whole time.
*Beca's POV*

I woke up groggy and tired... and having to use the restroom. I sighed and tried to get up, but I couldn't. My body was too tired to follow my commands. I couldn't help it as my eyes pooled with tears. What else would the cancer take from me before it takes my life?
'Isn't my life enough? Why do you have to take everything else when you already have my life?' I shouted silently to the cancer. But the only answer I got was silence.

-_-

It just destroys everything, doesn't it? Gosh, she's lost her motor controls... soon maybe the memories?? :cry:

*Elijah's POV*

I smiled as I flipped the pancake, thinking of the last time I had made pancakes. I put the pancakes on the back burner as I heard Rebecca call my name.
"You called." I said as I entered the room. I stopped when I saw the look on Rebecca’s face.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Can you carry me to the bathroom. I really have to go." She smiled slightly. "Please?"
"Sure I guess I could do that, but it's gonna cost ya." I winked.
"How much will it cost? I am afraid I don't have any money." She said, playing along.
"Well I guess you will just have to pay me in a kiss then."
"I guess I can do that." Rebeca said.
"Great. You can pay me afterwards."
"Agreed, but I need to get in there now, or I swear I am going to burst." Beca laughed, but started coughing, reminding us of the reality of the situation.
"Up we go." I picked up the almost weightless Rebecca and carried her to the bathroom. I sat her on the seat and turned to go, when she grabbed my sleeve.
"Elijah, why are there spiders on the wall?"
I looked at her in confusion. "Beca, there are no spiders on the wall."
"Yes there are." She said firmly. "Right there." She pointed at the wall.
"No there..." It dawned on me. The cancer must have her hallucinating.
"Beca, it's the cancer, there are no spiders."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
She sighed and tears formed in her eyes and she slowly let go of me. "I am so tired of this, Elijah. Make it stop"
I kissed her forehead. "I know...I know. I wish I could make it stop."

If I wouldn't have to kick Becca in order to kick the cancer, I would kick the cancer! Damnit!
So many people get cancer and die of it and it's just heartbreaking to think of the families left behind, the people around them trying to take care of them but being unable to do anything...

It just makes me angry, at this point!

Wow. Only a few more chapters. It's been fun.

*Beca's POV*

Elijah pulled into the hospital parking lot and helped me out of the car. We were going for my check up to see how far the cancer was along. We walked into the hospital and checked in. Like before the nurse came out quickly to get us.
"Dr. Smith is ready to see you."
Elijah grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. I smiled at him as we made our way to the room.
"Hey, Rebecca, how are things?" Dr. Smith greeted me.
"I am actually doing pretty well today." I said smiling at him.
"I'll just have you lay on the examination table so we can check you out." When he was done with everything he left the room.
"Beca you are so strong." Elijah said.
I scoffed at him and was about to reply when the doctor came in. He had a strange smile on his face.
"Rebeca this is the most amazing thing I have ever seen. The cancer has just disappeared. You're cancer free."
Elijah wrapped me in a hug as I cried with happiness and disbelief.

"Maybe I should stay home from work today." Elijah was saying.
I shook myself mentally. I have had this daydream too many times this week