Dear David,

        You mentioned the last time we talked that you didn't always have the time to read my seemingly novel-length e-mails. That being the case, I thought I might try taking pen to paper and setting down my thoughts. I have hope that you might get mail while on maneuvers, or be able to bring them along to make you smile.
        It's different writing to you this way. I have the time to think about what I want to say, to choose my words with more care than I would otherwise. And I do not have the luxury of a smiley face to indicate my mood or how I feel, though I imagine that may be obvious.
        You said you wouldn't be able to get away for quite a while, so I've taken the opportunity to do some studying. I'm in Miami Beach at the moment (like you couldn't tell from the return address) Uncle J. has a place here, so I'm house-sitting, more or less, and singing in some different places. And I mean different not only in the sense of multiple, but in the sense of strange or unusual.
        The alternate lifestyle, as it's called, is the mainstream here. I have never been ignored by so many men in my life. It's a touch disturbing. Certainly giving me a different perspective.
        The Latin sound is prevalent here, the lyrical variety, as opposed to some East or West coast 'kill everybody' rap line. It's really beautiful, and I'm trying to pick up the language before I start really using it. Everything here is beautiful, but I miss you terribly. I'll see something and think 'I have to remember to tell David when he gets here. Then I remember you aren't coming.
        The furthest thing from my mind is to be a nag or torment you by begging for attention. But I'm so lonely sometimes, love. Just to hold your hand for 5 minutes would be heavenly. I dare not dream of anything more, or surely I would never want to wake. Write back if you can, mi corazon.

Forever yours,

Adryanna
 
 

 David,

I debated a long time about how to open this letter. "Dearest David;" "David, my love;" "David without whom my soul is incomplete." Yet I can find no embellishement worthy of you. I hope you can forgive me fo finding nothing equal to you. Just to write your name is an act of faith.

I do not allow myself to believe that these letters do not reach you, even though I know your replies must be few and brief. I find myself thinking of Christmas and New Years often. I think that Christmas night must be the most time we have been able to spend together. I curse myself sometimes that I slept it away. But it was the closest in mind and spirit I have ever been to anyone, and I am glad you were there to share it.

Have I been maudlin enough, love? As you can see, I have left Miami. I was having a pleasant enough time, but the whole feel of the city was off. There isn't any one thing that made me uneasy, but I have learned to trust my own feelings, and whan my mother asked me for a favor, I felt the time was right to go.

New York is such a classy city. Theater, art, music...plenty to see and do, though I'm occupied with legitimate business as well. My brother Vincent's godmother, Catherine, needed some special talent in a case. It's not difficult, and right up my alley to boot. I swear to you I'm being very careful, such as I can. Someone is always watching to be certain I am safe.

Catherine has a little boy, Jacob, younger than Vincent. He's a sweet moppet; unruly golden hair and clear blue eyes. He's latched onto me (I think I've been adopted) and it's nice, having a little guy to carry around. It seems like i was always carrying a little one around growing up. I love kids. The always have such a fresh outlook on the world. Everything that's old and tired to an adult is new and beautiful to them.

Take care, love, and come back to me soon....

Forever Yours,

Adryanna
 

 Hey Luv,

I wish I could spend more time with you myself. But I have to make do with what I can get wich are your letters. I have to be careful with the first once cause I've read it so much that it's starting to fade (already!) not to menttion the few rips and tears in it. I'm teased about the fact I carry it and the second with me where ever I go. But hey, It's my Good luck charm. *Cheesy grin* what can I say?

As much as I love to fly I'd be willing to give it all up for you.

Damn, duty calls again. Gotta go.

Untill we can meet agian, Hugs & Kisses, LoverHawk
David
 

 Dearest,

I'm writing in haste, so if this missive isn't up to my usual standards, mea maxima culpa.

It has never, ever, been my intention to ask you to stop flying. It is in your blood and part of you. To lose it would be inconceivable. Tell me you won't quit. The oath you swore, to defend the people of New Eden, means more to me than I have time enough or paper to explain, and I will not have you break it for my sake. I am lonely without you, yes, but I will live to see you again. Be sure you do the same.

I have to go. The project Catherine and I are working on is heating up. I'll tell you what I can later.

Je t'adore

Adry
 

 Hello, Love...

Forgive me for going so long between letters. I can only plead that I have been greatly occupied. And my last latter was a paltry thing, full of panic and worry. I confess that a great deal of it was probably due to the stress of my latest endevour. Do what your heart moves you to do, and know that I am always here, whatever comes.

I promised you some time ago a full account of my reasons for being in New York, and now I find myself with not just the inclination to tell you, for I always had that, but the time as well. Know this first, and hold tight to it as you read further; I am well, safe, and in the excellent care of Catherine's husband. Trust as I do, that he will allow no harm to befall me.

I had no real time earlier to write further of Catherine. She is attached to the District Attourney's office here as an investigator You would like Catherine, love. She defends those who cannot best defend themselves, much as you do, I imagine. But rather than a planet, Catherine's charges are the poor and weak, those who have been abused, children, the elderly. The list is endless. Often, she works with the police to identify and capture those who would impose their will on others. It is because of this that I have become involved.

Catherine often investigates dangerous criminals, and I fear this case was no different. A predator, with a favored kind of prey. There young women were already dead, and two clinging to life in the hospital. There was no question he would attack again. Twice they attempted to catch him by seeding his favorite hunting grounds with police officers, but for all his rage he was fiendishly clever, and made no move to strike. Catherine was desperate for some way to find bait he would take, and had mentioned to my mother that she had a predaliction for tall, dark-haired women. When I heard, I volunteered at once to help. Cathering is privvy to our family secret, and she reluctantly agreed that I was well-suited, both in appearance and force of will. I would most certainly attract the suspect, and be able to keep my composure to protect myself.

I won't bore you with the details. He found me as intended at his favorite haunt and thought it was his lucky day. He induced me with sweet words to follow him to a confined area, the better to hunt me, I suppose. Instead, he became the prey. At least, that was my intention. The situation became grave, and I was forced to take his mind before he could inflict all of his foul plans on me.

Now he sits in a padded room at a downtown hospital, and I wonder if I have been of any use at all. Clearly, he will never have the will to commit such acts again. But he is unable to stand trial for what he has done. There is no closure for the victims, other than to know he will never get out. His mind is too far gone to ever form a coherent thought again. But he is at peace.

I am the one in torment. I ask myself often why I have these wonderful gifts if I am only going to torture people with them. Vincent, Catherine's husband, has some understanding of this, and he has been a great source of comfort.

But his is not the company I desire most. I miss the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, the warmth of your body holding me in a moment stolen from our worlds. I think often of you, holding me, and hope you do the same. Perhaps by some chance we will both think of each other at the same time and our spirits will meet in some other universe.

For the time being, I am personally without a physical address. Catherine can bring anything to this place where I have taken sanctuary. I will send word immediately when this changes.

I am forever yours.

Faithfully,
Adryanna
 

 Hey Luv,

While I can't say enough about keeping safe, I don't have the right to tell you what to do either. I'm just glad your safe. I wouldn't know what to do if anything happened to you. I wish I could be with you at the moment too.

Don't let Zan find out there are people that are in need, other wise they might wind up with a warehouse full of things. From clothing to blankets to medicine and everythin in between. You know how she is.Then again, maybe she should find out.

While I wish I could spend longer on my letters, alas duty calls.

Love you with all my heart.
David
 

 Hello, love,

Welcome to the further adventures of the 'Poor Wand'ring One.' I have once again gone hopping around, not exactly of my own volition, but under no protest, at least.

Mom came to New York. She and Dad try to help the people in Vincent's sanctuary, but it's impossible to just give them things. He has a quiet kind of pride that makes charity impossible. But my brothers never out-grew three cases of clothes without leaving a mark on them.

Would you believe I tried my hand at teaching for a while? It was an interesting experience; not a career I'm cut out for. The kids at the sanctuary are great, and they're dying to learn, to the point where it seemed like they knew more than I did. If Zan wanted to be of help, I know they can use new text-books. And that they would be accepted with gratitude.

So anyway, Mom arrived, took one look at me and said I was too thin and too pale, thanked Catherine and Vincent for looking after me, and we were off. I wasn't even sure where we were heading when we got on the plane. But we ended up here in Hawaii. The sun has done me a lot of good; I'm not so tired, and it's getting easier not to dwell on what happened in New York. It wasn't easy to hurt someone, but it was someone else who chose to set the events in motion.

I'm hardly doing anything here. I'm supposed to be resting, which seems to be defined as sleeping while Mom tele-commutes. I may be able to talk her into letting me wander a bit in a few days. There's supposed to be a great deal of interesting stuff to see. I'm particularly interested in the giant telescope at the observatory. Which way do I look to see New Eden? And if I wave to you, will you wave back? (Yes, I'm feeling much better, I'm sure you can tell.)

Hugs, kisses and thoughts that keep me up at night...

Adry
 

 Dear David,

If it's April, this must be...Gods, I don't even know anymore. There's this old movie I was watching late one night, about a group of people on one of those European tour that do 16 countries in 6 days. "If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium." Believe me, that's no way to do Europe. And it's no way to live, either.

I'm heading back to Colorado for a while. I used to love wandering, never being in any one place too long. But it's wearing on me, this constant movement. I want to settle somewhere, to dig in my toes and put down roots, to really belong. I'm tired of my luggage, the clothes in it, the rush to get things cleaned and packed before running for the next flight I know what I'm looking for isn't under my parents' roof. But it's where I have to start.

Nana (Mom's mother) was on New Eden last month. I almost screamed when I found out. Gad, if I'd only known, I'd have begged her to take me with, and you'd never get rid of me. Anyway, Nana was doing Mom a favor, something to do with Old Auntie. Do you know what's going on? No one tells me anything, especially when I am perceived as being out of my mind. "What are you waving at, Adryanna Marie?" Mom asked when we finally got to the observatory. I didn't bother to explain. I don't think she'd understand anyway.

Do you realize it's been 6 years since that strange confluence of events brought us together? What strange twist of fate graced me that day with your smile? That must have been that most fortunate day of my life.

The captain has turned on the seatbelt sign. I guess we'll be landing soon. I'll write again once I get home. Maybe I'll know what I'm doing once I get there.

Ever yours,

Adry

PS I'm trying to think of a quick line or two or romantic verse, but the flight attendent is giving the the eye, and I'm not at my best when rushed. It seems charter flights are no more lenient than commercial ones. So I'll just say 'I love you.' It may not be original, but it's heartfelt.
AML
 

 Hey, it's me again.

Something going on with Zan? Haven't heard a word. I can see if Mom knows anything next time I talk with anyone at the Ranch.

6 years? then why does it feel like an eternity since I last got to hold you? Time moves both fast and slow it seems. Too fast when I'm able to get together with you and too damned slow when we're apart. As for your Mom, tell her you have a heavenly date *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*

uuugh, gotta go again. Something has come up, yet again. (and I don't mean THAT either!) I'm off into the wild blue yonder again.

Love you
David
 

 Dear David,

"On the road again I can't wait to get on the road again." Well, yes, I can. And I can't at the same time.

I'm so tired, love. I don't know how else to say it. I've scrambled from pillar to post for what feels like nothing. I emptied my purse the other day to discover a flood of old boarding passes. LA to Miami to New York back to LA then on to Hawaii and back to Colorado. And I'm adding another to the pile.

You remember Carl, right? My manager, the one you told to piss off New Year's Eve when he kept nagging me about filling in for that late set? His assistant called. He apparently has a backup band he pronounced "Worthy of me." A couple of months on the club circuit and we could be opening for bigger acts. And I miss it; the crowds, the cheering. There's a euphoria that comes from being on stage, and I like it. And I think it's time I did something just becuase I wanted to. And our comparative geography being what it is, I'll have to settle for shifting myself back to LA. Want to learn to drive that car? You have good hands. I'm betting you'd be a natural with the stick. And I know some nice quiet places to practice.

I'll take you up on that date, but on this plane of existance, if we can manage it. You know where to find me, where ever they're packing them in like sardines. I'll make sure the Sphincter Police know to let you in. With any luck, they'll be playing out song.

Come to me, Love. Rock my world.

Adryanna
 

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