It was you.

Part I

May, 2016

Lindsey had not told her about him coming to see her. Since they were back in the studio, the atmosphere between them was rather distant and cold. It had all been so well on the road during the last leg of the tour in Australia and New Zealand, now however, they were back at yelling at each other, her blaming him for changing her songs and not producing them the way she wanted him to, and him explaining her again and again that that was not how today's music sounded. As a response, she had flipped him the middle finger. He had tried to talk to her, that it was nothing personal, just, that he wanted the new record to sound modern, that he really liked her writing style, but she didn't want any of it. After explaining him how Dave Stewart never tried to talk her into something she didn't like, he had thrown a fit, telling her to go to her beloved and perfect Dave that always told her what she wanted to hear because that jerk was most certainly scared to not amuse the Queen for once. After that, she had just called him a fucking asshole and disappeared.

Lindsey sighed thinking about it, why could they never grow up? It was not that he enjoyed fighting with her - it was quite the opposite. Actually, he had thought, rather wished, that it all would finally come to an end. Them and how they had treated each other with such a high level of respect, even adoration, in Australia had made him believe that their relationship was at a turning point, that they had put all of it aside. And that was most likely why he was here today. He needed to talk to her badly - and no, that could not wait until she returned to the studio the upcoming week, it had to be as soon as possible and not over the phone. There were so many things she needed to know, so much he needed to get off his chest and that was why he was now parking in front of her home.

He looked up and saw light through the windows on the second floor. It was 3 am but Stevie was still awake of course. Lindsey took a deep breath and got out of his car. If he didn't do it now, he would most likely park in her driveway until she found him the next day.

He stepped up the stairs to her front door and it felt kind of weird because he had never been here before, though her new house was not that far away from his own house. Naturally, it looked beautiful. Stevie had always had great taste when it came to architecture and design, he had to admit.

Without thinking about it, he rang the bell and waited. It felt like hours until she finally opened up the door. Hours that he spent playing with his cold, sweaty hands and trying to eagerly wipe them dry on his jeans. He couldn't believe how nervous he was to see her, after all he has known her for almost fifty years by now. But still, that woman could easily drive him up the wall and turn him into putty in her hands at the same time. There was no doubt that Stevie Nicks had put a spell on Lindsey Buckingham. No, no doubt at all!

"Lindsey?"

He looked up as he heard her voice calling out his name.

Stevie's face was bare, there was not even a smack of make up on her face, and he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed that. Her long, blonde hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head and the ends were slightly wet, she had obviously been bathing. Her rose colored silk bathrobe and her bare feet confirmedt this feeling.

"What are you doing here at 3 o'clock in the morning, huh?", she pulled him out of his thoughts, one of her small hands still holding the door handle, the other clutching her robe to her chest to hide her naked skin from his eager eyes.

"Stevie, hi, I.. I need to talk to you..", Lindsey stammered.

"At 3 am?!", she asked, furrowing her brow, "As you can see," she motioned down at herself, "I was bathing and just heading to bed. Believe me or not, but even I go to sleep at some time or another. Can't this wait until next week? I thought I'll see you on Monday?"