Title: A Day to Ourselves
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
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Date in Calendar: 20 June 2015
Fandom: Poltergeist: the Legacy
Word Count: 913
Summary: Leave it to the universe to decide that we needed even more of an adrenaline dump before receiving our reward of some downtime.
Series: Light, Water, Muses
Spoilers: This is a canon-divergent post-series AU, so just consider the entire series up for grabs.
Warnings: No standard warnings apply.
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Disclaimer: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for the private entertainment of P:TL fans. This story is no way affiliated with Trilogy, MGM Worldwide Television or the Sci-Fi Channel. The characters are their property, and this story is not meant to infringe upon the copyrights of MGM, Trilogy, or anybody else who owns an interest in "Poltergeist: the Legacy".
Author's Notes: I always love writing for these two, and since the death of licenseartistic, I've slowed down on writing for them. That needs to be rectified. Perhaps I need to negotiate with Regina to let Alex and Rachel have a little creative juju time now and then, plus get myself some fun prompts to work with.
Dedication: My muses, as always…
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From the private journal of Alex Moreau
It was supposed to be a simple picnic for the two of us. No kids, no responsibilities, just an afternoon alone to reconnect after weeks of insanity on the part of Rachel's schedule at the hospital. Leave it to the universe to decide that we needed even more of an adrenaline dump before receiving our reward of some downtime.
The dunes on the far end of the Ranch are a definite hike, one that is exhilarating to take, but that wasn't our plan for the day. Dace seemed to just know what our plans would be, and made sure the ATVs were ready to go. She even managed to sweet talk Kerry into making us a lovely gourmet picnic lunch. I have no idea what kind of blackmail that woman has on everyone in her sphere of influence, but she manages to get things accomplished that no mortal woman should. Then again, she's a Sentinel, and all of them seem to have enough charisma to fill several Olympic-sized swimming pools.
Anyway, we got up bright and early, fed the kids, and got them sent off to stay with Dace and her pack for the day. There were plans of a zoo trip and a possible sleepover out in the green tonight, complete with tents and roasting marshmallows. In other words, Dace spoiling all of the complex kids rotten, then wearing them out so they sleep most of the day tomorrow in a sugar and exhaustion coma. I must admit that I like how her energy levels are on par with the kids.
We made our way out to the dunes, taking our time to stop and collect a bit of sage on the way. A fire always smells better with a little sage added in. Nearing the dunes, I caught sight of tracks in the sand. Before I could alert her to it, Rachel pointed up to the dunes. At the top of the dune we were heading for stood a small herd of elk, no more than a dozen tops. All does or yearling bucks, if the lack of antlers were any indication. We paused to take a few pictures to show the kids when we got back to the Ranch.
Before we knew what happened, the elk bolted in a flurry of legs and kicked up sand. They headed down the dune, and it wasn't until they neared the flats again that we found the cause of their flight: a pair of coyotes cresting the dune. As they also ran down the dunes in pursuit of the elk, we looked at each other and simply turned around to head home. There's no sense in messing with coyotes.
Once back at the Ranch, silence greeted us. Dace and her pack had taken the kids off to town for their fun, and the rest of the adults were off at work or sleeping. Not wanting to stay home, we transferred our picnic lunch to the car and headed into town ourselves. Rachel texted Dace about our change of plans as I drove out to the private Hearts land along Lake Mead.
Rachel set up our blanket at the edge of the shade while I put out the lawn chairs in the sunshine. It only took a few more minutes to strip down to our suits for a little sunbathing before the sun got too hot. But the concept of sunscreen application managed to get the better of us. Instead, hands skimmed bare skin, and fingernails left faint red lines in their wake, marking each as the other's most cherished possession.
There is something about being outside, surrounded by the sights, sounds, and scents of nature, that always brings out the need to renew our enjoyment of the more carnal pleasures. Granted, the coyote sighting might have had something to do with that, too. We've both seen the results of their scavenging and hunting around the periphery of the Ranch in the past. Every time we've taken note of their existence, it's given us pause to renew our appreciation for life.
By the time we'd sated ourselves of each other's bodies, the sun was too high in the sky for safe sunbathing, especially for Rachel's fair skin. Plus, any time we tried to add sunscreen, it simply set off another round of lovemaking. Who am I to say no to that incredible woman I married and love more than pretty much anything?
By the time we dragged ourselves home, the Dace and the kids were back. Michel came over to tell us about his special one-on-one with a little parakeet in the bird feeding area, followed by Dace with her phone to show us the pictures at his request. And then he showed us the feather that the bird had dropped, explaining that the park employee let him keep it. We dutifully promised to put it away in his special keepsake box for him, then he ran off to join the other kids again.
And then we went to our bungalow to pass out in our bed, exhausted but happily sated.
It's now nearly midnight and I felt the need to get up to write about today's adventures. I didn't want to forget anything by waiting for tomorrow. Since I've gotten down my memories, I'll head back to bed now. My wife is getting restless; she always hates when I'm not in the bed with her.