Chapter 42: My Stupid Mouth  

Sara sat on the couch alone in the Candy Store lounge, her eyes shut, her arm resting over them. Her head was spinning with the force of ten G’s, all making her life a living nightmare. She wanted to be left well alone for the rest of that afternoon, and made it clear when Ian tried to bother her. She ripped into him like a piece of meat, then spit him out again, praying that he knew she didn’t really mean it. It was just her way of dealing with things when they didn’t go her way. For the rest of the day, everyone stayed clear of her, and she managed to fall asleep.

But her sleep wouldn’t last long. Van strode into the warehouse, a smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. Billie, noticing his mood almost immediately, moved in to strike him down. “What are you so happy about?” she asked in that bitchy tone from her office where Michael still sat in his chair waiting for someone from the department to take him into protective custody.

“Don’t even think about it, Billie. Nobody’s gonna get me off this high,” Van called to her as he walked past her office and towards the lounge where he could see Sara fast asleep on the couch, her arm draped over her eyes. He began feeling sorry for her, especially after all she had been through that day, and really didn’t want to wake her up, but with what he had planned for that evening, he wanted to get her out of here as soon as possible.

“Sara,” Van gently whispered as he came up next to her. She didn’t move, but her middle finger quickly sprang up telling him to fuck off before she killed him. But Van remained undeterred. He sat down beside her and gently pressed his lips against the bare skin of her shoulder. He continued to move up towards her face, gently kissing her neck, her cheek, then finally falling on her lips. She moved her arm away from her eyes and kissed back softly, proving her foul mood had been lessened in that simple act.

“Mmmm… that was nice,” Sara rasped as she opened her eyes and smiled. “Sorry about the finger.”

“It’s okay. I understand. You’re tired and worn out. Maybe we should head home,” he suggested.

“Not yet,” she replied. “I wanna talk to you first. I think I’m ready to have the New York discussion.”

“Alright, so am I,” Van said as he made himself comfortable beside her.

Sara sat up from her slumped position so that they could speak clearing without having to shout or whisper. “As you know, once these cases are closed, I have to go back to New York ,” she started, “and I want you to come with me.”

“Excuse me?” Van replied brashly. “You want me to just pick up and leave LA to go to New York with you? I can’t do that! I’ve built my life here. Why can’t you just move here?”

“Because I’ve built my life in New York !” Sara shot back. “My work is there, my friends are there. I can’t pick up and leave either!”

“Well then, why did you ask for a transfer out here?”

“Because I wasn’t expecting to run into you and fall in love! This was supposed to be temporary, just until everything with McCarty simmered down and I could start rebuilding my life.”

“You wanna start fresh, why not here? Is LA not good enough for you?”

“God, Van! You can really be stupid sometimes!” Sara yelled back at him. “I have nothing against LA! It’s just that I was born and raised a New Yorker. I’ll never adjust to living in LA! It’s not New York !”

“But why would you wanna go back there? To relive all those horrible memories of Irons trying to kill you, or McCarty taking advantage of you, or Daniel?” Van tried to reason with her, but only struck the deepest of her wounds open.

Sara lashed out with, “What about you? Why don’t you wanna leave LA? Don’t you wanna leave all your horrible memories behind as well? I know you still have a grudge against your dad. I know the last thing you’re waiting for is his release from jail because it’s only gonna bring back bad memories of that horrible childhood you had. And we can’t forget all those people you’ve lied to and how bad you’ve felt about that!”

Van stood up. He couldn’t believe where Sara was taking this conversation. “That’s none of your business to judge!” he yelled.

“Well, it’s none of your business to judge either! You’re supposed to love me, but apparently, you don’t!” Sara was now screaming as she stood up to see eye to eye with him.

“I don’t love you? I DON’T LOVE YOU!” Van hollered back. “You don’t love me!”

“Oh, BULL SHIT! Why the hell would I defend myself if I didn’t love you? Why the hell would I even wanna be with you? You’ve got so many issues, I don’t know how ANY girl would want you after what I’ve seen and heard, but I’m still here, aren’t I?” she shouted vehemently.

“Oh, and you don’t have issues? You must be the QUEEN of issues because you have ten times more than I do! You’re… you’re indecisive, you’re pissed off easily, and you have a problem with authority! Not to mention, you’re a BITCH!”

Sara was outraged, and the only thing she could think of doing was slapping him… hard. The sound echoed through the Candy Store as everyone stopped what they were doing and just watched the action as it happened. “You bastard!” Sara said between clenched teeth, her eyes ready to spill tears as she held them back with all the power she could muster. “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!” She turned and headed out the door.

My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again
To a date over dinner yesterday
And I could see
She was offended
She said "well anyway..."
Just dying for a subject change

Van was left standing there feeling like an idiot, his cheek still burning from that slap in the face. He had let his temper run wild again, and this time he knew getting Sara back wouldn’t be as easy as it had been the first time. “Sara! Wait!” he yelled, running up beside her.

Sara turned, her green eyes on fire, as she retorted, “What part of ‘fuck you’ don’t you understand?”

“I’m sorry,” Van apologized. “Please, don’t go. I didn’t mean that.”

“You know what, you really screwed up this time, so until you’re actually ready to apologize, stay out of my way!” Sara yelled as she walked out of the warehouse and hopped on her bike, her destination being home.

Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one soon

Van stayed at the door, watching her as she disappeared down the road while his heart sank into his shoes. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” he cursed himself as he hit his head against the doorframe several times. He knew he should have just sat there and waited for Sara to explain why she wanted Van to go to New York with her instead of immediately shooting down the idea. This was probably his bone head play of the year, maybe even decade. He turned away from the door and began to head back inside, expecting someone to say something about what just happened. There was nothing but silence encompassing the room.

We bit our lips
She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good, what just slipped out and what went wrong

“What?” Van cried out. “No comments? No insults? No sarcastic bull shit? Come on, I’m waiting! Billie, I know you’re itching to say something. Go on and say it. And Deaq, I know you’ve been waiting a looooong time to tell me off. Well, now’s your chance! I’m here, I’m waiting. Speak now or forever hold your peace!”

Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
Thanks for playing, try again.
How could I forget?
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one

Still, they all remained quiet. Frustration was apparent on Van’s face as he looked around the room waiting for someone to rip into him for the mistake he had made. He was just itching to take his anger out on someone, but there was no one willing to get their ass kicked at the moment. Billie and Deaq knew all too well he had a temper, and that now was not the time to speak. They’d let him simmer down first before even going there.

I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
Starting now

“FINE!” Van yelled when he had no takers to his challenge. “Stay quiet! But you’d better not rip into me later, because may God have mercy on your soul if you do!” With that, he stormed out of the Candy Store and got into his car. With the radio on, he pulled onto Highway 5 and just drove for miles.

One more thing
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it's all because of this desire
I just wanna be liked
I just wanna be funny
Looks like the jokes on me
So call me captain backfire

An hour passed, then two, then four, until it was finally pitch black, with only a sliver of the moon showing. Van looked at his watch to see it was nearing midnight . He wanted to turn back, but continued to drive down the highway, letting it take him where it pleased. San Francisco was only fifteen miles away, and he thought he might just stay there for the night and head back to LA in the morning.

Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one soon

Finally, he stopped just short of the Golden Gate Bridge on a hilltop that overlooked the bay. The view was magnificent, and the only thing Van could think was ‘I wish Sara was here.’ Sara… She was probably still pissed as hell for what he had said to her today. He shook his head, wishing that he had been a little more level headed while they had been talking…yelling at each other.

I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me
Oh I'm never speaking up again
Starting now

Back in LA, Sara was sitting on her couch aimlessly watching the TV screen. This was definitely one of those days where she wished she could completely forget about everything that had happened, but her mind remained troubled. The Witchblade swirled on her wrist, telling her that something was amiss. She didn’t know what, but it probably had to do with Van. ‘Like I care,’ she thought, rolling her eyes just as her phone began to ring. Checking the caller ID, she found it was Billie.

“Pezzini, go,” she answered in almost a growl.

“Sara, has Van tried to contact you?” Billie questioned.

“No, thankfully. Why?”

“Because nobody can seem to find him. His cell is off, and he’s not answering his home phone. I sent Deaq over to his apartment, and he’s not there. I know you’re probably still pissed at him, but the way he stormed out of the Candy Store this afternoon has the rest of us really worried,” Billie replied.

Sara sat up, her eyes immediately going to the swirling bracelet on her wrist as things began to connect in her mind. “Did you try the beach?” she asked.

“At this hour? I seriously doubt he’d be there,” Billie said skeptically.

“What did he do, exactly?” Sara questioned.

“He got pissed, and when I say pissed, I mean pissed. He was on the war path. Please, Sara, if he gets a hold of you, tell him to come back. We’re all really worried,” Billie replied in a tone that scared Sara, one that was soft and caring, the complete opposite of what Billie had been earlier that day. There was genuine concern in her voice for her employee, which prompted Sara to get up off her ass and find out where the hell he went. She hopped on her bike, and using the Witchblade as her guide, started down the freeway in the direction it began to pulse faster and stronger.

‘How nice? It’s a homing beacon as well as a medieval weapon,’ Sara thought, glad to have the bracelet guiding her way. The further away from LA she got, the harder the bracelet began to pulse. She knew she was on the right track. Now, if only she could stop herself from getting angry at him for the way he had acted that day. ‘Relationships are all about compromise. Find a middle ground and then discuss. And for god’s sake, try not to get too pissed off at him,’ she chided herself as she tore down the freeway at breakneck speed.

The sun had set hours ago, but still Sara continued in the darkness, the Witchblade showing her the way. She didn’t know how many hours had passed since she had started the journey up north, but a sign told her she was fifteen miles away from San Francisco . Sara stopped on the side of the road, checking the Witchblade to make sure she was still following the right trail, which she was. It continued to guide her down the road until she reached a hilltop that overlooked the San Francisco Bay area. A single 1970 red Mustang was parked there with someone lying on top of the hood looking up at the stars and the moon. She pulled up beside the car and got off her bike, gently putting her helmet on the seat before walking up to the car.  

Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need ya
And tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions
Oh lets go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart

Van heard the low growl of a motorcycle pulling up beside him but didn’t bother to look in its direction. If his suspicions were right, a cop had probably found him and was about to tell him to get the hell out of there before he was arrested. ‘Like I care,’ he thought, his eyes still falling on the moon as it made its way through the clear night sky. “If you’re gonna arrest me, go ahead and do it,” he told the person now standing beside him in the darkness.

“I’m not arresting you, as much as I’d like to throw you in jail at the moment,” a familiar voice replied.

Van’s eyes shot over to the woman beside him in shock. “S-S-S-Sara?” he stuttered, unable to believe she had found him. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you know where I was?”

“A certain object of power told me I’d find you out here,” she answered, hopping onto the hood of his car and lying back beside him as her eyes wandered upwards. “How’s your cheek?”

“Still stings a little,” Van replied, unable to look at her. A long, uneasy silence fell between them as they both thought about what they’d say to each other after what had happened that afternoon. He wanted to apologize, but not before she did it. ‘She started it,’ he reasoned.  

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start

Finally, Sara spoke up, “I’m sorry about yelling at you. I didn’t mean to say you didn’t love me, because I know you do, otherwise neither of us would be putting up with this shit. I’m also sorry about the whole issues thing and that other stuff I said about you leaving LA.”

“I’m sorry about calling you a bitch and indecisive and pissy and anything else I called you,” he apologized as well. “I’m sorry about bringing up your past in New York , too. I really didn’t mean to open any unhealed wounds.”

“Me too,” Sara said. “I shouldn’t have been such a bitch, but that’s Sara Pezzini for you. I’ve got a temper nobody can escape from.”

Van chuckled, “You got that right.” They finally turned and looked at each other. “You know I love you, right?” he asked softly, his hand gently running over her cheek.

“Yeah,” Sara whispered, smiling. “And you know I love you, too?”  

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Don't speak as loud as my heart
And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

“I know,” he answered, leaning in for a delicate kiss. When he pulled away, he continued, “I also know that I can’t live without you and I need you and I can’t stand to be away from you, which is why I’m willing to move to New York , but under one condition.”

“What? Anything!” Sara excitedly replied as she gazed into those marvelous blue eyes under the starry night sky.

Van pulled something out of his back pocket and took her hand. “Marry me,” he whispered, opening the black velvet box to reveal the ring she had tried on earlier that afternoon at the jewelry shop. Sara’s heart nearly leapt into her throat as she gazed at the beautiful platinum band he had slipped onto her finger for the second time that day, except this time it was for good. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. It was the last thing she had ever expected, especially after the Witchblade had entered her life.

She kept looking between the ring and Van, unable to answer. Her heart told her to say yes while her head told her to say no. She was still waiting for input from the Witchblade, which seemed to not be coming. Maybe it was telling her this was her decision to make and that whatever she did, it would go for it. But still, Sara hesitated on her answer.

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

A/N: Music: "My Stupid Mouth" by John Mayer and "The Scientist" by Coldplay

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