hopalong_pxp (hopalong_pxp) wrote in langford_u,

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A fic that isn't astray

This is a little story that has been bouncing around in my head for about a week since I listened to a Beatles album. I quickly wrote it in my coding class today (naughty me, but it wouldn't leave me alone).

Title: And I Love Her
Author: hopalong_pxp
Summary: Elizabeth comes home to hear the sounds of a guitar and a Beatles song.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Elizabeth/John
Spoilers: None
Setting: After Pedogy

Elizabeth Weir tiredly turned the key in the lock and let herself into her house. Late board meetings were never fun, and this proved to be no exception; with Jack and Kinsey at each others throats as per usual. Luckily John was able to take Joshua home. She could hear John and Joshua in the living room—and the strains of a guitar?

“Play another song, Uncle John” Joshua piped up.

John groaned. “Another one?”

 Elizabeth smiled to herself as she hung her coat up, hearing John strum again. Sometimes it seemed that her nephew had him wrapped around his little finger.

 I give her all my love,
That’s all I do.
And if you saw my love,
You’d love her too.
I love her.

 Quietly she made her way to the living room and leaned against the wall. Joshua’s back was to her, but John looked up as he sang.

She gives me everything,
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings,
She brings to me;
And I love her.

 Elizabeth was unable to take her eyes off John’s, the lyrics and emotions of the song washing over her. She knew that John had the guitar, but she hadn’t known that he could sing.

A love like ours will never die
As long as I have her with me.

 Bright are the stars that shine,
Dark is the sky.
I know this love of mine
Will never die.
And I love her.

“That was beautiful,” she said when John put the guitar down.

 Joshua’s head whipped around. “Auntie Elizabeth!” he cried, scrambling down off the couch and racing over to her.

 She scooped him up in her arms. “Have you been a good boy for Uncle John?”

 “Uh huh. He’s been playing the guitar for me.”

 “So I see.”

 “But I’m taking a break now,” John stated, putting the guitar down. “My fingers and my voice need it.”

 “Why don’t you go play with Jor for a while?” Elizabeth suggested to her disappointed nephew. “Your uncle needs to start cooking if we’re going to eat tonight.”

 “Hey, there’s a casserole warming in the oven,” that gentleman said defensively. “It’s ready when you are!”

 “In that case, go and wash up,” she put Joshua down and followed John into the kitchen. “The Beatles, John? Interesting choice to sing to a 4-year-old.”

 John shrugged. “I’d been playing so long that I exhausted everything else that was suitable. Besides, I heard you car pull up. I figured I’d sing a song that conveyed my feelings for you.”

 “Really?” she asked, moving into the circle of his arms.

 “Mm hm,” he murmured into her lips. “Bright are the stars that shine,” he sang softy. “Dark is the sky. I know this love of mine will never die. And I love you.”

 “And I love you,” she returned in kind.


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