One Stormy Night

Part 1

It was raining. Pouring down, actually, and Stevie Nicks was running late. She was due at the airport in less than an hour, to fly back to LA from her Phoenix house, to meet up with the rest of her band in the studio to start work on their new album. A nervous wreck, because this was the first time, in over four years, that she would be spending the night under the same roof as Lindsey, she cursed on her way out the door, stubbing her toe. Taking a moment, she counted to ten under her breath, leaning her head back against the door frame, praying, 'Please, God. Just let me get through this.' Picking up the last of her bags, she closed the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, she seated herself in the car that had been waiting, watching as the house disappeared into the distance from the window. When the last image of her house had faded from view, Stevie turned around, sinking back into the plush interior of the limo once again, and sighed.

'Well, here I go. Man, what have I gotten myself into...' She wasn't crazy about the idea of spending so much time with him. A few nights here and there were bad enough, but months? Lord only knew how long it would take them to finish the work on this album, and ever since she had ended their "affair" after the Dance tour, she had really been trying to make an effort to not let herself fall back into that same rut with him again. The man was married now, with children! How could they fall back into the same pattern of behavior that they always had, when he had a family to consider now? How could she even WANT that to happen? But she knew that where she and Lindsey were concerned, it wasn't always what they wanted, or needed, that actually happened.

There was a connection between them. A very strong connection, that at times, neither one of them had any control over. And if truth be told... neither had ever really TRIED to control it before. And that was what scared her. Could she control it now? Could HE? That was a question that would only be answered with time. But this time... Stevie was determined that it would be different.

"What the hell do you mean, you are moving into a house with Fleetwood Mac?! I suppose you're going to tell me that means Stevie Nicks, too, huh? Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Kristen exclaims in disgust, as she turns away from her husband, folding her arms over her chest. "You can't be serious, Lindsey."

"I am serious, Kristen. But it's not going to be as bad as you're thinking, I promise you. The house is only a few miles from here, and you can bring the kids and stay as much as you want," Lindsey told her, his voice calm and even, as he tried to keep the already heated discussion they were involved in from becoming any worse. Walking over to the woman he had married less than three years ago, he wondered what had happened to the happiness that they had had up until just a few months ago. "Kristen, this isn't just about me moving into that house. It's about something else, too, isn't it? Why don't you tell me what's going on with you?"

He had walked around her, in order to make her face him once again. She didn't want to face him. She just wanted to get out. Not for good, never for good. But she wanted some space. Needed it. She was going crazy, she thought. "Nothing else is going on with me, Lindsey. Absolutely nothing.... But SOMETHING is going on... and it has a name! STEVIE! You're going back to HER again... it's always the same. That "SPECTRE" will never go away" the look in Kristen's eyes flashed disgust as she spoke of the other woman. "And if truth be told, I don't think you WANT it to go away!"

Oh, she wasn't going there. He couldn't believe it. They had had this arguement more times than he could count, and it was always the same. Ever since his Behind The Music special. He'd kicked himself at least a hundred times for ever making that damned "spectre of Stevie" comment, because his wife had took it and ran with it. And it didn't matter how many times he told her he was over Stevie, and had been for YEARS, she still couldn't seem to move past it. Her insecurities were going to spell trouble for the both of them, if she wasn't careful, because he didn't know what else to do about it. He knew he had never given her reason to doubt his love for her. And he also knew that he had never given her any reason to think he still loved Stevie. And he didn't know what else to say to her to convince her of that.