Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 9:58:52 GMT -5
“Victor, it's John.” John said into his cell phone. “I was thinking about what you said the other day about Dr. North and me not trusting him. I think I’d like to take you up on your offer to do a background check on him.” John trusted Victor’s instinct. If Victor thought the situation was suspicious, maybe he should have checked the good doctor out a little more carefully. “That wasn’t exactly my suggestion, but I see no reason why one shouldn’t be done. What do you really know about the man?”
“Well, Lexi said..”
“Lexi, as in Stefano’s daughter?” Victor interrupted. “You’d trust the word of a Dimera?”
“She’s different from her old man. I have no reason not to trust her. She’s one of Marlena’s good friends. Even if Stefano is her old man, I highly doubt that she would do anything that would put Marlena in jeopardy.” John said as he paced back and forth in front of his bed.
“That may be John, but can you be sure?” Victor couldn’t believe what he was hearing from John. “You’ve changed in the past couple of years. The old John would never have let someone take his wife away, especially someone that he knew very little about.”
“How could I not be different Victor? I thought my wife was dead twice in the past two years. How could that not effect me?” He felt a sour taste in his mouth as he thought about the time he had wasted with Kate. God, how could he have been so stupid? Even if he truly believed Marlena was dead, to move on with his wife’s friend? What the hell was he thinking? In the cold light of the day he saw the situation for what it was, tasteless. In a way he was glad that Marlena didn’t have her memory. As least she didn’t remember his indiscretion with Kate.
“All the more reason to keep a closer eye on her and her recovery.” Victor replied. John’s behavior since Victor returned from the island was puzzling him. John was always so strong minded and passionate. The John before him was but a shell of his former self. Somehow he felt that he needed to get through to him and make him see what a wimp he had become.
“I know that. God, don’t I know that. If I were to do what my heart is telling me to do…” “Which would be?” Victor interrupted. “My heart is telling me to go up to that cabin and claim what is mine.” “Now that’s the old John. So what’s stopping you?” “Her recovery. Dr. North to be specific.” John said as he sat on the bed and picked up Marlena’s pillow and put it to his nose. He closed his eyes as a memory of her laying her head on that pillow in the afterglow of some intense love making overtook him. “Exactly, and that’s all the more reason to go and get her. John, I don’t have to tell you what a special woman Marlena is. Marlena is the type of woman that a man does whatever he can to keep her in his life.” “I know that Victor.” John said as he continued to hug the pillow. “Don’t do what I’ve done in the past John, don’t lose Marlena. You have been given another chance with her, don’t let it pass you by.”
“I want nothing more than to bring her back home to Salem where she belongs, but I can’t jeopardize her recovery. Don’t you know how much it kills me to lie awake at night and know that she is in a strange place with a strange man? Dammit, Victor, she belongs in my bed, beside me. I’d give anything for her to get her memory back.” John threw the pillow down on the bed and walked toward the balcony.
“Are you going to get her, or are you going to take the safe route and have a thorough background check run on Dr. North?” Victor asked.
“Could you use your sources to have a background check done? I’d ask Shane, but he is preoccupied with other cases right now. Besides, I’d hate for it to get back to Marlena that I somehow questioned the legitimacy and motives of her shrink.”
“John, I know that this isn’t something that you want to hear, but you need to also think about yourself and your own needs and wants. If Marlena never remembers who she is, are you prepared for that?” “Never.” John hissed vehemently. “Never. It would kill me if she didn’t remember our love. She is the love of my life. She means everything to me. She completes me like no other woman ever has and ever will. If I can’t have that, life has no meaning for me.”
Victor was shocked at John’s honestly, but not necessarily surprised. He and John had been through so much together through the years and he always knew how strong John’s feelings were toward Marlena, but he always surmised that the relationship was based mainly on a sexual intensity. Anyone who had observed the two of them together could see the raw magnetism that puzzled like a current between them. He sometimes felt like he was voyeur intruding on a private moment.
“John, you have to go and see her. Make sure that she is okay. Go and play spy up there if need be.” “Vic, that’s a great idea. Look, thanks for the chat, I’ll let you know what happens. Please call me as soon as you hear anything.”
“John, take care and be careful. You don’t know who or what Marlena may be involved with. Um, on another note, I have a favor to ask.” “Sure, what is it?” “Brady’s wedding. I hate to be skipping out so soon. Could you help him with the wedding plans and let me know what my portion of the cost is?”
“I’d be delighted to John. I’d give me something to do. Talk to you later.” Victor said before he hung up the phone. He wanted to shake John sometimes for the poor choices he made.
“Well, Lexi said..”
“Lexi, as in Stefano’s daughter?” Victor interrupted. “You’d trust the word of a Dimera?”
“She’s different from her old man. I have no reason not to trust her. She’s one of Marlena’s good friends. Even if Stefano is her old man, I highly doubt that she would do anything that would put Marlena in jeopardy.” John said as he paced back and forth in front of his bed.
“That may be John, but can you be sure?” Victor couldn’t believe what he was hearing from John. “You’ve changed in the past couple of years. The old John would never have let someone take his wife away, especially someone that he knew very little about.”
“How could I not be different Victor? I thought my wife was dead twice in the past two years. How could that not effect me?” He felt a sour taste in his mouth as he thought about the time he had wasted with Kate. God, how could he have been so stupid? Even if he truly believed Marlena was dead, to move on with his wife’s friend? What the hell was he thinking? In the cold light of the day he saw the situation for what it was, tasteless. In a way he was glad that Marlena didn’t have her memory. As least she didn’t remember his indiscretion with Kate.
“All the more reason to keep a closer eye on her and her recovery.” Victor replied. John’s behavior since Victor returned from the island was puzzling him. John was always so strong minded and passionate. The John before him was but a shell of his former self. Somehow he felt that he needed to get through to him and make him see what a wimp he had become.
“I know that. God, don’t I know that. If I were to do what my heart is telling me to do…” “Which would be?” Victor interrupted. “My heart is telling me to go up to that cabin and claim what is mine.” “Now that’s the old John. So what’s stopping you?” “Her recovery. Dr. North to be specific.” John said as he sat on the bed and picked up Marlena’s pillow and put it to his nose. He closed his eyes as a memory of her laying her head on that pillow in the afterglow of some intense love making overtook him. “Exactly, and that’s all the more reason to go and get her. John, I don’t have to tell you what a special woman Marlena is. Marlena is the type of woman that a man does whatever he can to keep her in his life.” “I know that Victor.” John said as he continued to hug the pillow. “Don’t do what I’ve done in the past John, don’t lose Marlena. You have been given another chance with her, don’t let it pass you by.”
“I want nothing more than to bring her back home to Salem where she belongs, but I can’t jeopardize her recovery. Don’t you know how much it kills me to lie awake at night and know that she is in a strange place with a strange man? Dammit, Victor, she belongs in my bed, beside me. I’d give anything for her to get her memory back.” John threw the pillow down on the bed and walked toward the balcony.
“Are you going to get her, or are you going to take the safe route and have a thorough background check run on Dr. North?” Victor asked.
“Could you use your sources to have a background check done? I’d ask Shane, but he is preoccupied with other cases right now. Besides, I’d hate for it to get back to Marlena that I somehow questioned the legitimacy and motives of her shrink.”
“John, I know that this isn’t something that you want to hear, but you need to also think about yourself and your own needs and wants. If Marlena never remembers who she is, are you prepared for that?” “Never.” John hissed vehemently. “Never. It would kill me if she didn’t remember our love. She is the love of my life. She means everything to me. She completes me like no other woman ever has and ever will. If I can’t have that, life has no meaning for me.”
Victor was shocked at John’s honestly, but not necessarily surprised. He and John had been through so much together through the years and he always knew how strong John’s feelings were toward Marlena, but he always surmised that the relationship was based mainly on a sexual intensity. Anyone who had observed the two of them together could see the raw magnetism that puzzled like a current between them. He sometimes felt like he was voyeur intruding on a private moment.
“John, you have to go and see her. Make sure that she is okay. Go and play spy up there if need be.” “Vic, that’s a great idea. Look, thanks for the chat, I’ll let you know what happens. Please call me as soon as you hear anything.”
“John, take care and be careful. You don’t know who or what Marlena may be involved with. Um, on another note, I have a favor to ask.” “Sure, what is it?” “Brady’s wedding. I hate to be skipping out so soon. Could you help him with the wedding plans and let me know what my portion of the cost is?”
“I’d be delighted to John. I’d give me something to do. Talk to you later.” Victor said before he hung up the phone. He wanted to shake John sometimes for the poor choices he made.
