Disclaimer- I don’t own the Quest team, yada yada yada, or the song
“Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” from the Phantom of the Opera, and
I definitely not making any money

Archives- Just tell me first

Rating- Angst.

\Warning- this gets pretty deep, so if you don’t like extreme stuff, I
advise against reading.

Here it is! My first fanfic! I hope you like it.
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                                        Wishing
                                                by Lauren Hodill

        The beautiful young woman griped the steel rail so hard her
knuckles
turned white. She did not notice the chill night air, despite the
sleeveless silver gown she was wearing. She had spent the past hours
wandering aimlessly along the river. A sob caught in her throat, and she
choked it down.
        “You were once my one companion, you were all that mattered...”
the
words drifted across the breeze.

        Jessie drew in a long, shaky breath. 

        “You were my friend and farther, then my world was shattered...”

        Her mother had gone first, killed on one of her digs in South
America.
Her father had died trying to avenge his ex wife’s death. Hadji had been
killed in a terrorist attack on his country. Your all alone. The words
cut through her like a knife.  

        “Wishing you were somehow here again... Wishing you were somehow
you    
were near..”

        What she wouldn’t give to feel Jonny’s reassuring arms around
her
again. To fell his heart beating against hers. Get a grip Bannon. he’s
gone. gone. you won’t ever see him again. Ever.  She fought to regain
control as a wave of icy despair washed over her. 
        He had been working with the FBI, trying to catch Surd. Surd had
taken
over the mind of his father, the dear Benton Quest, while he was working
in Questworld. Jonny blamed himself for the tragedy. But in a last
battle with Surd, he had killed himself, to keep from ending up like his
father.
        She knew when they came, before they had even spoken that he was
gone.
Dead. Murdered. 
        A sob racked her throat.
        “Wishing I could here your voice again, knowing that I never
could.”
        
She was crying now, not bothering to stop the tears that streamed down
her face.
She was successful, a world renowned scientist. But none of that
mattered because she had no one to share it with.

        “Dreaming of you, won’t help me do all that you dreamed I
could...
        Passing bells and sculpted angels, could and monumental, seem
for you
the             wrong companions, you were warm and gentle...”
        Her thoughts fell on a warm summer night, 12 years ago.
        
*They had been siting on the cliff,  watching the sun go down together.
they said nothing, yet the bond they shared, said it all.
        “That is the second most beautiful thing i have ever seen.”
Jonny said  
        “What’s the first?” Jessie replied breathlessly.
He turned and looked at her. 
        “Silly. You know your the most beautiful thing in the world to
me.”
She smiled, and they kissed gently, and than more passionately, as if
they would never let each other go.*
        
        Suddenly a strange calm came over her. Slowly she climbed over
the
steel railing and stood on the narrow concrete ledge, 10 feet above the
swirling black water.
        “Too many years, fighting back tears, why can’t the past just
die...?
        Wishing you were somehow here again
        knowing we must say goodbye...
        Try to forgive, teach me to live
        give me the strength to try...

        No more memories, no more silent tears...
        No more gazing across the wasted years...”

        
        And she jumped, plunging into the icy, black waters below. As
the
swirling water consumed her she echoed the last words in her mind.

        “Help me say goodbye...”

(c) Lauren Hodill 1997