The Road to Nowhere- Epilogue
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- When I wrote “Wild Times” it was supposed to be a smutty one shot because Dick Mulligan was an interesting side character but Dick and Summer wouldn’t stop talking and when I wrote part 2, I knew there would be 4 or 5 parts and here we are, 4 parts and an epilogue tying it all together. Special thnaks to boneandfur for a mutual Dick Mulligna fan girling and all the times I shared random lines with her to get inspiration.
Pairing- Dick Mulligan/MC
Summary- Two years after they part, Dick and Summer meet again.
Rating- PG-13
Two Years Later
I stepped into the backstage area, press pass in my hand, scanning all the faces, looking for one in particular.
I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. Technically, I was here because I was working on a story for Simplicity, but that wasn’t the real reason I’d come. I’d come because I’d seen Dick’s name in the list of finalists and hadn’t been able to resist the idea of seeing him again.
Which was ridiculous, because it had been two years and we’d barely kept in touch. I didn’t know what his life was like now. There was a good chance he’d moved on, met someone to share that house he was going to build and I was going to make a fool of myself, but… No risk, no reward right?
“Sometimes you have to make the big gesture,” Eleanor encouraged.
“So says the woman who ran off to a foreign country to impress a man she’d known for a day,” I teased.
Eleanor shrugged, twisting her diamond wedding band in her hand. “It worked, didn’t it?”
It did. Eleanor had gotten her fairytale, literally. Maybe the big gestures did pay off.
So, here I was in Las Vegas, putting my heart on the line. I’d spent two years getting my life in order, making a career for myself and figuring out who I was. I was even on speaking terms with my parents but on my terms.
I knew who I was now, I wasn’t running any longer, and I was ready to be with someone else. And not just anyone. Two years apart and my heart still wanted Dick. Now I had to find out he still wanted me, but if he didn’t, at least I’d know.
I finally caught sight of him, dressed in the familiar black and silver, leaning against a post, talking to a couple of other cowboys.
I took a deep breath to steady myself and then approached him. “Dick?”
He turned in my direction, his eyes widening when he saw me. “Summer? What are you doin’ here?” He stepped towards me, his hands reaching out before they fell to his side. The other two cowboys seemed to sense that this was a personal moment because they quickly disappeared into the crowd.
“Officially?” I asked, holding up my press pass, “I’m here for work.”
“But unofficially?” Dick asked, his eyes searching mine.
This was it. The moment of truth. “For you,” I told him, “I saw your name and… I had to come. I wanted to watch you win, I want… I want to be at your side.”
It was true. This was such a huge thing for Dick, the culmination of years of hard work and I wanted this for him and when I’d seen his name… I’d known I wanted to share it with him.
He went completely still and I waited for him to tell me it was too late, that there was someone else sharing those moments with him now. I opened my mouth, to make some excuse, some way to make the moment less awkward but before I could his arms were around me, his mouth on mine.
I kissed him back happily, eagerly, not caring that we were in public and people were staring.
“I want to share everything with you,” I told him when we finally parted, “I wasn’t ready then, but I am now. If you still want me.”
“I want you darlin’,” Dick assured me, “I’ve tried not to, but every time I picture anyone else in that house… It doesn’t look right.”
“Is the house done?” I asked eagerly, my arms still looped around his neck.
“Almost,” Dick told me, ‘Just needs a few personal touches, maybe you can help me with that?”
“I’d like that,” I assured him.
“As much as I’d like to kiss you again, this isn’t the place,” he reminded me, stepping back reluctantly, “And I’ve got a golden buckle to win.”
“Yeah, you do.” I told him, “and I’ll be there cheering you on every second.”
“And as soon as this is done, I’m whisking you up to my hotel room,” Dick promised, “and i”m going to keep you there for at least a week.”
“Back where we started, huh?” I teased, “though I’m guessing you’re not in a motel 6 this time.” I thought of that long ago week, of the way we’d explored each other’s bodies but also fallen in love without realizing what we were doing.
“Darlin’ we’ve come along way from Motel 6,” Dick told me, then he leaned in and kissed me one more time. “After.”
“I’ll be here,’ I promised, “I’ll always be here.”
- End
