My Saviour [Leiley and HopelessRomantic]

[HopelessRomantic]

Jamison 'Jamie' Anderson
Age: 25 Years

He was home.

He'd arrived back in America a few months ago but had been unconscious and fighting for his life still. Nearly a year ago he'd been shot out in Afghanistan and had been on a long road to recovery. Since then he'd had several operations. One to remove the bullet lodged next to his spine and several to repair the damage done to his left leg and arm. He'd suffered serious burns from an explosion as a result of been shot down in combat.

But now he was home.

For now he was wheelchair bound. Though Jamison hadn't been paralysed, the bullet had caught an area close to his spine that did catch the movement to his legs. Over the last couple of weeks he'd regained some movement to his legs but now it was a case relearning to walk. For this reason he'd moved back in with his father.

Jamie loved his father, he really did, but the man worried over every little thing. What was he thinking? What was he feeling? Was he happy? Was he depressed? Was he in pain? His father just wanted him to be okay, but his constant worrying left Jamie exhausted mentally.

But here he was, finally home. His father had put a big welcome home sign on the door. 'Welcome Home Jamison'. His father had told the whole town that Jamie was finally on his way home. He'd been stuck in the capital, DC, for the last several months. But now he was finally back in his home town, Aberline, Montana

Since he'd left he'd grown up a lot. He looked older, rugged. His short brown hair that had been obligatory for the army had grown a lot, shaggy around his ears and his blue eyes were darker - colder looking. The signs that the man had seen a lot of horrific things out in the field. And joining the army had refined the 6'4 male. He was now 210lbs of muscle. Not a man to be messed with. But under his clothes now showed a lot of wounds. War wounds. He'd been to hell and back.

His mother had died several years ago after fighting breast cancer for years. He'd left two years later for war. He'd left his best friend behind, and the love of his life. What will have happened now? Was he going to come back to find Rosie and Harry with open arms welcoming him back, or were they going to hate him for deserting them without a word. He had no idea and that's what he dreaded.

Several hours of his father driving, and they were finally here. A familiar place with friends and family. And he was looking forward to seeing some people that he'd been close with before he joined the army. But the journey to recovery was far from over.

This was just the beginning.

[Leiley]

Rosie's life had taken turn that she, nor anybody close to her had ever expected. Engaged, but engaged to marry into an incredibly wealthy manhattan family. The family had made their money in commodity trading, although if the truth be known, Rosie had no idea what that actually meant. Reece had spent many hours trying to explain it to his fiancé, but it always ended in the pair giving up and changing subject. Life was good. She adored her husband-to -be, and was busy putting the finishing touches to the wedding plan. Budget was naturally no object.

Even though she was engaged, something still didn't feel quite right. There was a gap on the inside of her, and she was never able to find out what it was. It drove her crazy. Most women would be deliriously happy to have what she had, and she was happy, there was just something missing. Still, as her brother Harry said, it was more than likely just wedding jitters. Once it was over, everything would settle down. Yes, that had to be it. Although, if Rosie actually let herself look a little deeper, she'd know exactly what or who it was that was missing.

It was an ordinary day, the sun was shining brightly, and the pretty redhead made her way to the local shops. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders in bright red curls, and her dark green eyes were protected by oversized sunglasses. The freckles on her nose were bright from her recent vacation to Barbados, and her body was its usual svelte self. A pair of stonewashed skinny jeans hugged her hips perfectly, and a pink tshirt helped to keep her cool. Rosie may never admit it, but she really was a stunner. As she made her way into town, she stopped off in the coffee shop that she'd frequented since high school. Grabbing a hot chocolate as she found a seat, waiting for her brother Harry to arrive.

Why did he always have to be so damn late?

[HopelessRomantic]

A small crowd had come to his house. Jamie loved his father and knew that his father was proud of him but unfortunately he just wanted a quiet stay at home. He didn't want the town seeing how damaged their crazy and reckless troublemaker home in bits. He was still, after all, coming to terms with his injuries and the fact that he could only walk a few steps at a time, as well as all of the scarring he'd suffered. Either way, his army career was over and he was going to have to find another way of making a living and finding a way to fit back into society.

His father still had their ranch, but honestly, he had no idea if he had the heart to be a rancher. He hadn't before the army at least.

As his father wheeled him up the porch he couldn't help but be disappointed that Rosie nor Harry were around. But then again what had he expected when he'd just made a split decision and deserted them. Sighing, he just decided to focus on the people that were here congratulating him, calling him a hero, etc etc, something that he still didn't see himself as. His father had definitely done a nice job. The best dinnerware was out, the best table clothes, the best everything. Nice food covered the table but Jamie didn't want any of it.

"I just want to go to bed." He told his father.

"But Jamie..."

"Enjoy the party with everyone dad. I've had a long journey and am in some pain." He sighed.

"Okay. I'll wheel you to your room."

"Thanks." Jamie appreciated it, though his father was disappointed. So were the guests most likely, but surely they'd understand.

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It wasn't Harry that appeared in the cafe where Rosie was. It was Reece. He was in another one of his expensive suits because he liked to always make a smart impression (well, that's what he told people). Harry had been drowning on about something and had told Reece that he'd canceled on his sister and asked that Reece go instead. His shaggy blonde hair was slicked back and he had a pair of his own dark sunglasses on, and his briefcase, as if he was going to work, though it was his day off.

"Harry couldn't make it." He said when his brown eyes set on Rosie and he took a seat. "He's going on and on about some guy back from war. Jamieson or something. He seems pretty mad over it, or something. Apparently there is a party and he's angry about it." Reece told Rosie. "Any idea on what he means?"

[Leiley]

Rosie looked at Reece blankly for a moment, before taking a small sip from her brightly coloured mug. The missed matched crockery was one of the reasons that she loved the coffee shop so much, it had that whole shabby but retro vintage feel going on. "Jamie?" She tilted her head to the side as she wrinkled her nose. "I know who he is, he's an old school friend. The two of them were really close..well we all were really." A small cough escaped her lips as she thought for a moment. Jamie was home? That was a strange twist to the days events.

"I can't imagine why Harry would be angry that he's home, or why he'd be annoyed about a party." Quirking her eyebrow, she shot a curious expression at her fiancé. "You know what Reece? I might go and see if I can find Harry and see what he's up to." Handing him the hot chocolate, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "I love you." With a small wink, she slipped her bag over her shoulder and disapeared out of the coffee house before Reece could mutter another word. As her feet touched the pavement, she found herself heading in totally the opposite direction of her brothers apartment, opting to make her way to Jamie's instead. She was intrigued, and wanted to see him again. Although, she was mildly confused as to why.

Eventually, she found herself outside of a very familiar wooden door. One that she used to walk through without even knocking. Reaching up, she hesitated by the doorbell, but after a moments contemplation, she pushed it. Her hands slipped into her pockets after they'd pushed her glasses onto the top of her head, waiting for an answer. She figured that this way, if Harry did show up and start making an arse of himself, that she'd atleast be around to stop him.

[HopelessRomantic]

Jamie heard the bell go once more. That bell had been pressed over and over and it was starting to give him a headache. Shaking his head, he looked away. He thought everyone had gone. Well he was lying in bed so he wouldn't have to see whoever it was. His father could send them on his way. He sighed as he heard his father talking.

Tony Anderson moved over and answered the door. He was tidying up after the failed party, knowing that Jamie didn't want talking to. His son was fighting adapting to his new life. He was surprised when he saw Rosie though. That was a person he hadn't seen in a long time. He'd seen her as the daughter he'd never had, and when Jamie left, they'd stopped coming over. That had upset him a lot. But there had being nothing he could do about it.

"Rosie!" He smiled. "Look at you. You look great!" He smiled, pulling her into a hug before letting her inside. "Come in. Jamie's in his room which is downstairs now. After his injuries and all that, he can't make it up the stairs." He told her. "Go in and see him. I'm sure he'd love to see you." He nodded towards the bedroom door that had been his wife's room when she was sick, and was now Jamie's.

[Leiley]

Rosie smiled warmly, realising just how much she'd missed everyone. "Hi, you're looking well too." She returned the hug happily as she took a step inside. "Yeah, I heard that he'd been hurt, but you're never really too sure how much of the town gossip you should believe." Winking, she looked towards the stairs. "Will he be too tired? I can always come back in the morning, it must have been a long journey." Looking at the expression on Tony's face, she chuckled. "I'll go and see him." Tucking a few stray red strands behind her ears, she started down the stairs.

Suddenly, she felt a rush of nervous of energy. She hadn't seen Jamie in a long time, what if he didn't want to see her? Afterall, she didn't say goodbye before he left..maybe she'd upset him somehow and hadn't even realised it? Was it her fault that he'd gone away in the first place? No, it can't be, you're just being silly Rosie. Shaking her head sternly at irrational thoughts, she smiled at thought of seeing him again. Harry had been distraught when Jamie left without any kind of goodbye, so Rosie had just focused on cheering her big brother up. Why should anyone have known how devastated she felt? He was just the best friend of her older brother after all. There was no reason for her to have been upset. But she was, and she knew exactly why that was. It was an emotion that she'd put to the back of her mind, and felt confident that she wouldn't have to deal with it anytime soon. Well, that was wrong.

Rubbing her forehead with her finger, she took a deep breath as she knocked lightly on the door. Opening it a crack, she smirked as she leaned against the doorframe. Clearing her throat, she adopted a rather rediculous accent... "Carol singers.."

[HopelessRomantic]

Jamie sighed as he heard someone coming down the stairs. They wanted to see him. Either his father had willing let them down or they'd been too stubborn to take no as an answer.

"Carol singers."

He frowned, shaking his head. "Go away. I don't want to hear carol singers." He called out. "Though open the door just so I can see who is ridiculous enough to want to sing me carols." He shouted out. Shaking his head he had to smile. He hated carol singers. Rosie and Harry both knew that. He'd always harped on about them when it was Christmas time. So, whoever was at his door now knew that he disliked them. Sure though it wasn't Rosie, that was definitely not her voice at least.

[Leiley]

"Jamie, stop being an ass and just open the damn door." Rosie laughed a little as she drummed her fingers against the wooden surface impatiently. Now that she'd heard him, she just wanted to see him. "Or hell, I might even be tempted to try and actually sing some Christmas carols..? What was that? Okay then." She smirked as she slipped her hands into her pockets. "Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way..oh what fun it is to ride on a one horse open sleigh..hay!" Her hand reached out and turned the doorknob, smirking as it opened.

Yep, she was definitely nervous. Her cheeks felt warm, and it felt like a thousand butterflies had suddenly decided to take up residence in the pit of her stomach. Oh god, she didn't still...did she? That wouldn't be good. Although part of her didn't care, she wanted to see him. She 'd missed him like crazy, and although she'd probably never admit it to her brother, but if Jamie had never left, there's no way that she'd have ended up with Reece. He just wasn't very Rosie at all. So formal and proper, it drove the down to earth redhead nuts most of the time.

"As lovely as your new door is, I would much prefer to see the person on the other side of it."

[HopelessRomantic]

"Stop! Rosie just open the door and come on in." Jamie shouted, putting his hands up to his ears to block out the horrible carols. "And just so you know, I can't walk so I can't open the door." He told her. He found himself surprisingly self-conscious now as he lay there watching the door open and Rosie suddenly appeared. And here he was lying in bed, unable to walk much and with his right hand scarred from burns.

He looked at Rosie and his heart immediately tried to escape his chest. He still had those feelings for her that he had when he left. He shook his head, trying to shake the feelings away. But she was stunning.

"Didn't think you'd want to see me after what happened." He told her. "So, what brings you here?"

[Leiley]

Rosie wandered in casually, sitting down on the end of his bed. It didn't bother her that Jamie couldn't walk too well, or that his hand was scarred. He was still Jamie, and that was all that was important. Smiling, she arched her eyebrow in amusement. "Sure, you can't get up. You're just being lazy." She winked, knowing that Jamie wouldn't want her to make a fuss over him. "What brings me here?" Her finger reached out and poked his nose gently. "You, durh." As her green eyes rolled, she flicked her shoes off before crossing her legs like a pixie.

"I've heard alsorts of tales of heroism in town, some say you even fought sea monsters." She smirked delightfully, before tilting her head to the side, eventually sighing. "I was confused when you left..I mean, you didn't even say bye, but I guess you had your reasons." Her nose wrinkled cutely, "But I'm definitely not mad. I missed you." With a small stretch, she shrugged. "I can't speak for Harry though, he's still pretty raw about the whole thing. But ignore him, he's a drama queen. We all know that he'll get over it." Her eyes locked with his, and part of her just had an overwhelming desire to lean forwards and kiss him. "So, how are you doing? Honestly, no sugar coated crap please."