Swept away

Same same but different

"Swept away" Rewritten by VeGirl 2014 © All Rights Reserved

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When the holidays were over the four friends was heading back to Greenville. Unfortunately not together though. Robert wasn't scheduled at work until two days after Morgan, so he and Wilma stayed in New York and then she would come with him to Greenville.

Isa was so glad to have her friend on the same continent as her again and was reluctant to let her go. Even if Isa was excited to show Wilma the set and production of their favorite show, Robert promised to bring her in just a few days.

At JFK airport the media circus was in full mode. Isa had almost forgot, or perhaps suppressed that annoying fact. This time Morgan didn't let go of her hand for a second. Isa walked proud by his side when the paparazzi flashed their cameras and walked by his side while he barely nodded to people who recognized him.

Famous by association, is that a status, she asked herself.

He had apparently been practicing ignoring people that was obvious by his way of looking somewhere else and picking some remote corner in the first class lounge for them to sit in. Isa was actually impressed.

On the plane they got opportunity to snuggle close together and it had never felt more right, or necessary for that matter.

When they landed it was pretty much the same media circus, but Morgan had the same strategy as in New York; Isa's hand in a firm grip and not letting her go. He totally ignored his fans, who Isa knew was important to him, and she felt bad for them.

"Do you really want to just walk past your fans?" she whispered to him.

He looked blank at her. "It was one of my fans that sent you those pictures, remember?" He answered when they were heading to a cab. That realization shot through her like a struck of lightning.

"But, you caught the one responsible, right?"

"Yes, and she was convicted."

"Then you can't blame the sane ones for what one insane has done." He just stopped and looked puzzled at her. "You forget that I'm one of your crazy stalker chicks." Isa tried to keep the conversation little lighter.

He just put his arm around her neck, pulled her close and kissed her temple. "You've never been crazy," he mumbled and they got into the cab that took them home.

It was mixed feelings going through Isa while once again walking through the entrance to the apartment building. This was where she had gone through both the best and the worst times of her life and everything looked the same; she even recognized the portiere who did his best to smile polite and not let his chin drop in surprise to see Isa back.

Morgan scooped her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold.

"We're not married," Isa giggled.

He just smiled at her. "No, but some day you will be mine for real, and I will never let you go."

Her glistening eyes twinkled with mirth. "Sounds kind of stalkerish, don't you think," she snickered.

Morgan just beamed a huge smile at her. "I love the sound of your laughter." He kissed her. "Please laugh a lot."

"Make me!" Isa challenged with a chuckle.

"I'll love to."

Finally he put her down on her feet again. "Welcome home," he said and it warmed Isa's soul. She was finally home again.

The apartment looked pretty much the same as it did when Isa left it, just some dishes in the sink and his clothes in a pile on the bedroom floor.