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1st chapter of the last installment of my C/M. For

spacequeen. Probably a rough draft, since I still have a bit of a migraine, but here it is. Click the tag to find the other installments.

Disclaimer: Nooot mine. I only own one character.

Title: I Should Tell You...
Rating: R?
Reasons: Sexual content/lanugage
Genres: Drama/Romance

~Where there's moonlight I see your eyes. How'd I let you slip away when I'm longing so to hold you? Now I'd die for one more day 'cause there's something I should have told you...when I looked into your eyes, why does distance make us wise? You were the song all along...I should tell you, I have always loved you, you can see it in my eyes~-Adam Pascal 'Your Eyes'

January 27, 1984

Mandy sighed as she watched the reporter walk out the door, rubbing her eyes as she fought with the voices in her head. It was that boy from the Death of Glitter concert, she knew it. The boy who had ruined her relationship with Curt. Well, it wasn't nice to call him a boy anymore, was it? He was a man. Arthur Stuart, wasn't that his name? Fine. It was the man, Arthur Stuart, who had ruined her relationship with Curt.

Or had he? a snide little voice remarked. It was a one night stand. Brian had done far worse to her, and she'd put up with it.
Brian...Curt...goddamn it. She'd known that agreeing to this interview would be a mistake. Now she wouldn't get any sleep tonight. And sleep was hard enough to come by most nights, given what she went home to every night...

Her heartstrings tightened at that thought. God-fucking-damnit. She'd been kidding herself when she thought that she'd put Curt out of her mind for the past decade. There was no way that was possible. Not with things being the way they were.

Growling a little as she dug her knuckle into her forehead, Mandy tried to think of a reason not to call him. When she got home, she'd have too much to do. She had to make dinner, had to wash dishes, do the laundry, had to...

Had to hear his voice. Had to contradict herself.

'Maxwell Demon, Curt Wild-they were fictions!...'
Well, that was half right, she thought with a sad smirk as she left the bar. Maxwell-Brian, for that matter-had been complete fiction. But Curt Wild...Curt Wild had been too real for his own damn good.

"Mommy!"

Mandy laughed as the young girl threw her headphones to the ground and launched herself at her mother's figure. God, she had such sharp senses. Like a...

'Go on! Back to your wolves! Your junkie twerps!...'

"Mommy?" Kimberly pulled back a little, staring up at Mandy, curiosity and worry shining in her big green-blue eyes. Mandy blinked, shook her head and smirked; ruffling her daughter's dishwater
blonde hair.

"I'm all right baby. Just tired," she tenderly kissed the little girl's forehead, stepping back a little.

"Think you can fend for yourself tonight?"

"Sure Mommy. Got a headache?"

Mandy smiled at her daughter's concern, shaking her head.

"No baby. Just have a call to make and it might take awhile."

"Oh. Okay," Kimberly started to bound off to her room, but Mandy caught her wrist.

"Got any homework tonight?"

"Math."

"Okay. I'll be in to help you when I'm done on the phone."

"Okay Mommy," Kimberly gave her an all too wolfish smile, then ran off.

Mandy sighed, leaning back against the doorframe for a moment to gather what little strength she could, then started to her room.

It was amazing, she thought with a small smirk as the phone began to ring. She was never able to find the little notes she wrote to herself ten minutes after she wrote them, but she'd been able to find Curt's number in the mess of her desk in less than ten minutes, despite having written it down several months ago.

She thought about hanging up after six rings, but finally someone picked up.

"Yeah?"

Her breath caught hard in her throat when she heard his voice. God, it hadn't changed a bit.

"Hello? Hey, is this some kind of-"

"Curt."

The air was absolutley silent on both ends for a moment, then she heard Curt swallow.

"Mandy?" he said, the hope and anxiety clear in his voice. She coughed then nodded, realizing after she did that he couldn't see it, and almost laughed at herself. Almost.

"Yeah...yeah it's me. Listen I...well, you know, the whole anniversary thing..."

"Yeah."

"Well...I was just...I just wanted..." she bit her lip, almost swearing out loud when she realized she must sound like a flustered school girl. Finally, she decided to stop beating around the bush.

"I want to see you."

She heard him inhale sharply and braced herself for the insults he was more than entitled to throw at her.

"When?" he finally asked, "Where?"

"My place...tonight if...if that's possible?" she was nervously twirling the phone cord around her finger now, partially hoping he would deny her and she could just forget the whole thing. Instead..

"Sure. What's your address?"