Only Time Will Tell

Chapter – 1

A pin drop could be heard inside the office as Allison Richards read over the memo attached to the airline tickets that her boss had left for her on her desk. She hadn't been home in years. Not since......
"Ali?” Her assistant stopped in the doorway. Allison continued to stare at the paper. "Ali?"
She finally looked up but still didn't appear to be interested in whatever her assistant had to say.
"I see you got the memo.” Carrie, her assistant moved into the office. "I'm sorry. Dave wanted that flight booked today. No questions asked."
"Why me?"
“That's a silly question.” She giggled. "You're the best at what you do. Besides, who would turn down a chance to interview Def Leppard?"
"Me.” Allison rose from her chair to head out of the office.
"What are you doing?"
"Talkin' with Dave. I'm not doin' this assignment."
"Oh I think you are.” Dave stopped at her doorway. Allison stared at her boss. She knew that look. Nothing she did would make him change his mind.
"I don't want this."
"But, I want you to do it and I'm the boss.” He smiled.
"Dave....."
"Allison. You're one of my best writers. And you just happened to have grown up with these guys. What more could I ask for?"
"A willing journalist?” She raised her eyebrows.
"It's not open for discussion.” He walked off. Allison again stared at the memo.
"Dammit!” She stormed back over to her desk and turned off her computer. Then she grabbed her purse and jacket. "I'm leaving for the day, Carrie. And I won't be in tomorrow."
"See ya when you get back.” Carrie smiled.

Two days later Allison was on a plane to London. There she would obtain her rental car and head out for Sheffield and her certain humiliation. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep as her mind drifted back to the last time she'd seen the Leps five years ago.

"Ali!” Joe, Sav, and Phil piled into the room.
"Aye, lads.” She hugged each one.
"Thanks for comin'.” Joe kissed her cheek.
"I figured it was the last chance I'd see you lot for awhile." She laughed as she passed out the beers.
"You could always come with us.” Phil grinned. "Be our personal writer."
"I don't think my vocabulary is that broad!"
"Sure it is!” Steve yelled as he and Rick walked in.
"Anyway.” She waived her hand.

The night drew out with them drinking and laughing. It was only two days before the guys were to embark on what would be their biggest tour to date and sadly, at the same time, their last one with Steve.
She'd lost count after the tenth shot. Quite frankly, she'd lost track of almost everything after that point. Except for those three words she uttered in the middle of the hottest, most passionate lovemaking she'd ever experienced.
The next thing that was clear was the next morning. The conversation that had sent her to the States and to the life she now had.

"Ali, about last night....” Sav ran his hands through his long curls.
Ali's face suddenly burned. Did those words actually come out of her mouth? Oh, please don't let that be true.
"You said...you....” He looked away then back to her. Her eyes were full of fear. And they were full of the truth. She'd truly meant what she'd said. It wasn't a simple heat of the moment thing. Oh, bloody hell!
"Um...” She stammered over what to say to save herself the humiliation of having to hear him tell her he didn't feel the same way. She already knew from the look on his face. Hell, she'd never meant for those feelings to be spoken anyway. She'd always kept them to herself and had planned on keeping it that way. "I should go.” She began gathering her clothes.
"Ali, wait..." He reached for her but she pulled away and locked herself in the bathroom. Five minutes later, she immerged and found him fully dressed.
"I'm sorry, Ali. I didn't have....."
"Don't." She tried to hold back the tears. "Don't say anythin'." She took a deep breath and pulled herself together. "I never meant for you to 'ear those words anyway.” She started for the door. Just before it closed, she added. "Have a good tour."

That was the last time she'd spoken to him. What would he think now? Seeing her again after five years and that fateful night? Probably nothing, she sighed. And why should he? From the things she'd read and the rumors she'd her heard, that tour had been one of the most uncultivated in rock history. There didn't seem to be a sexual experience that hadn't been conquered by at least one of the five. So, with that, why would he need to remember one night with her? It was just the start of many one nights to forget.

Before she knew it, the plane had landed. It took her the next hour to gather her luggage, secure her rental car, and exit the airport. She grabbed a bite to eat then set out for the drive to Sheffield.
As she drove her mind began to wonder. It still wasn't to late to back out. She was still a long way off from Sheffield and surely no one knew she was coming. No harm, no foul. Except it would mean loosing her job. That would be the only way to get out of covering this concert. So, she sucked it up and made the most of the rest of her drive. She used the time to build her courage. She reflected on all that she'd accomplished since then. Her independence, her career as one of top music journalist in the States, and above all else, her maturity, and self-respect. The biggest thing she lacked in those days.
She'd fell in love with Rick Savage instantly upon meeting him in school. As time had progressed, so had her feelings. Along the same time she'd vowed to never voice what she'd felt. For all the reasons she'd faced that night. For all the reasons she dreaded this trip home.

Chapter – 2

The crowd that had gathered around Don Valley Stadium was massive. It took Allison more than an hour to park, gather her credentials, and make it to the backstage area. Once there, her heart pounded furiously inside her chest despite her attempts to stay calm. How was one supposed to react? She was backstage at the opening of a new stadium, in her hometown, with the premier concert being performed by her favorite band. A band whose performance in Sheffield fifteen years ago was to a crowd of thirty-five people yet rivaled by the nearly forty thousand fans lining the arena today.
Finally, her brain was beginning to focus on the objective at hand. The concert. Her write-up. Her job.
"Ms. Richards?"
Allison turned around to see a short bald man. No! It couldn't be! Malvin Mortimer? Steve's old guitar tech?
"Mal?” Her eyes widened.
"Aye, lass.” He hugged her. "It's been a long time."
"Yes, it 'as."
"The lads will be ecstatic."
"Oh, it's not a social call, Mal. I'm 'ere on official...."
"Nonsense." He waived his hand. "I'm the band's tour manager now. I know who everyone 'ere is and why." His grinned widened.
"Really?"
"Yeah.” He shook his head. "Trust me, bein' a guitar tech was a 'ell of a lot easier!” He laughed.
"I bet.” She laughed as well. What this poor man must endure with the lot he was responsible for.
There was a moment of odd silence before Malvin spoke up again. "I've set you up for the first interview. I wanted to make sure the lads 'ad plenty of time for you."
"Thanks." She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat.

Malvin led her down the hallway towards the only closed door in the area. She felt like the prey being led into the lion's den. Malvin knocked on the door and stuck his head in.
"Lady present! I hope you're all decent!” He led her on in the room without waiting.
"Well.....buggar!" Joe whooped as she walked in.
"No way!” Phil was next.
"Ali!” Joe scooped her up in a giant bear hug.

At the sound of her name, Sav's head whipped around from the mirror where he was primping his hair. Ali Richards.
It took him a good two minutes for the rest of the group to take their turns hugging her before he was able to get a good look at her. And what a look it was. Her perfectly shaped, long legs were encased in a pair of faded, slashed blue jeans, which she accented with a tight black body suit. And her long blonde hair fell halfway down her back.
He felt himself begin to harden with just the sight of her. Then the images of the last night he'd seen her flashed through his mind. Then the words in the heat of the hottest sex he'd experienced. Finally, there were the tears she fought to hold back the next morning when he'd confronted her. Was he that stupid? And why was he worrying about it now? Now, when it shouldn't matter to him.
"Sav!” Joe yelled for the third time.
"Huh?” He broke his gaze away from her.
"Are ya goin' to stand over there all night or greet our dear Ali?"

Sav's gaze again shifted to Ali. Ali shifted uncomfortable beneath his penetrating blue eyes. Eyes she was sure could pierce her soul.
Joe shook his head and grabbed her by the shoulder, breaking their eye contact.
"You'll 'ave to forgive 'im. He's in love with 'is hair these days."
"These days? Hasn't 'e always been?” She tried to break the tension. It obviously worked as the entire room erupted in laughter at Sav's expense. The noise doubled in volume as his face reddened.
Ali felt herself relax. That's all this was. An interview with a rock band. Something she'd done countless times in the last five years. It was just that she knew this band on a more personal level.
"We're glad you made it for this.” Rick smiled.
"Yeah. Whatcha think of the boys playin' the first concert?" Phil followed.
"I think that should be my question for you lot.” She pulled out her pen and paper from her bag.
"What?” Joe looked puzzled.
"This is business, guys.” She smiled. "Now, care to answer that question?"
"An interview?” The three looked up to Mal.
"Yes. The lass works for Metal Edge Magazine now."
"Wow.” Vivian commented.
"Oh!” The light came on inside Joe's head. "Ali, how rude of us.” He pointed over to Vivian. "This is Vivian Campbell, the new guitarist."
"I know.” She giggled. "I've kept up on you guys even though I haven't been around.” She extended her hand to Viv. "It's a pleasure."
"Same 'ere.” He smiled.
"Hey, Sav! You gonna join in on the interview?” Joe questioned.
"Yeah.” He finally walked over and joined the group. He settled into the spot between Ali and Joe.
"So...” Ali nervously began again. Trying desperately to ignore the heat that flooded her senses from his body's nearness. "Care to answer the question?"
"Arrogance.” Joe answered. "I think we're just a bit arrogant about playin' 'ere. Ya know? Took the hometown long enough to recognize us and now 'ere we are playin' the opening concert for the new stadium."
Ali furiously wrote in her book. Leave it to Joe to be the first to speak up.
"And the new album last year....and the tour...." She paused to find the right words. Ones that wouldn't dredge up to many feelings or offend Viv. Just as the right questions were forming from the writer's perspective, she'd decided against it. That's not what this article was about and it was not something the band needed to justify to the public. Steve had added more than anyone realized to this band. And only time would tell the unique qualities that Viv would add for the future.

"Ali?"
"The future. What can we expect from Def Leppard in the future?"
"We're not washed up that's for sure.” Sav finally added a comment.
"Huh?” She turned to him with an expression of surprise.
"Sav?” Joe followed up.
"You can expect to see a lot more from Def Leppard.” He shot up and walked out.
"Sorry, Ali. I don't know what's gotten into 'im.” Phil frowned.
"He and Dara had a row this mornin' on the phone.” Joe grumbled. "That doesn't give 'im the excuse to be bloody rude!"
"It's ok.” She looked down and scribbled a few more notes. "Whose Dara?"
"His fiancée.” Rick said flatly.

Ali could feel her face burn as Rick's words sunk in. And the tone. Did they not like her? Was she not good for him? What was she like? Gorgeous, probably. I mean they were talking about the future wife of Rick Savage. Oh, God! She took a deep breath to control her reaction to the devastating news.
"Well. I think I 'ave all I need.” She gathered her things and stood up. "Thanks guys."
"That's it? An interview and you're just gonna leave?” Joe stood up and followed her to the door.
"I'm 'ere for the show. You 'ave other interviews set up and I need to find my seat."
"Where are you stayin'?"
"The house. You remember where that is?"
"Of course.” He laughed. "We were all at Mum's earlier."
"I'll see you lot later."
"Count on it.” Joe kissed her cheek before she walked out.
"What the bloody 'ell was Sav's problem?” Phil asked as soon as the door closed.
"I'll go talk to 'im.” Joe walked off to find his bass player. He knew what the problem was. Or he thought he might.

Chapter – 3

Joe found Sav sitting in his dressing room smoking a cigarette.
"Wanna talk about it?” Joe sat across from him.
"Ever feel like you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life?” Sav rubbed his hands over his face. "And then in the mist of thinkin' your over-reactin' life throws in a real curve ball?"
Joe looked puzzled at the second half of his comment. Ok, maybe he knew part of what was wrong. The band had been telling Sav for the longest time that they didn't think Dara was the right one for him. But, there was only so much you could stress, even to a friend, without it being offensive. Joe also knew that years before, before Ali took off to the States, that Sav had been attracted to her. He never thought it was serious. All five of them were attracted to damn near every female in those days. Even Joe himself would have would have nailed Ali if she hadn't been a close friend. Could she be the curve ball?
"What are you sayin', mate?"
"I'm sayin' that I'm havin' second thoughts on marryin' Dara."
"Ok."
"And....and....” He looked up at his best friend. Should he confide in him the rest of what was wrong? Was it even worth it after all this time?
"Ali?” Joe added for him.
"God, Joe!” He began to pace. "What the 'ell do I do?"
"What do you want to do?"
"The minute I laid eyes on her....the only thing I could think of doin' was the last thing we did together."
"Oh, no!” Joe walked over to where he'd stopped next to the windows. "You didn't sleep with 'er, did you?"

Sav didn't answer as his eyes found Ali outside standing next to the gates. What was she like now days? In the other room just a few minutes ago, she'd seemed like the same old Ali except.....Except there was something different. An unexplainable air about her.
"She's an amazin' creature, that one." Joe whispered as if someone else may hear him.
"I know.” Sav sighed. "But, I think I broke 'er heart, Joe."
"So the answer would be yes?" Joe raised his eyebrows. He already knew the answer the minute he spied what Sav was staring at.
"Yeah. The night of the kick off party for the Hysteria tour."
"What happened? I mean why do you think you broke 'er heart?"
"Three words."
"You didn't?"
"No. She did.” He finally broke his gaze away from the window to look at Joe. "I 'ad no idea she felt that way."
"Oh, boy.” Joe rubbed his chin. "No wonder the tension was high between the two of you."
"I need to talk to 'er. But, I'm not sure I can trust m' self to not touch 'er."
"Even with Dara in the picture?"
Sav nodded his head. "Like I said, I think I'm about to make the biggest mistake of my life. What if it's a sign? Ali showin' up to cover the show?"
"How so?"
"Think of the differences between the two. I could see a man wanting to spend the rest of 'is life with a woman like Ali. But could you see a man doin' the same thing with Dara?"
"Would that man be you?” Joe raised his eyebrows.

Ali found her seat in the front row and settled in. Having time before the show started she again pulled out her pen and paper and began working on her write-up. She had nearly two pages filled up when Malvin appeared in front of her.
"Aye, Mal.” She looked up.
"Sav 'as requested you meet 'im after the concert."
"Um...I'm not sure that's a good idea.” She cringed.
"He'd like the opportunity to apologize for himself."
"I don't need an apology, Mal. Could you just relay that to him?"
"Please, lass. Just give 'im a few minutes?"
She sighed as she filled with dread. "Fine."
"Thanks.” He returned backstage.

Ali watched the show and tried to keep a writer's perspective. It was hard. Watching him onstage was far to arousing. From that wild hair to his bare chest and tight unbuttoned jeans. The man was a living, breathing God.
Once the concert was over, she waited for the crowd to filter out. As she did, she stared at the pass in her hand and wondered if seeing him again was really a good thing. With her mind made up, she grabbed her things and made her way to her car.

Sav waited in the dressing for almost forty-five minutes after his shower for Ali to show up.
"Mal!” He finally grew impatient.
"What is it, lad?"
"You sure she agreed to come?"
"That's what she told me. I'll go check.” He turned and headed for the stage.
"Thanks."

A few minutes later, Mal walked back into the room.
"She left."
"What?” Sav's head whipped up.
"She's no where to be found, Sav. Sorry."
"Can't say as I blame 'er." Joe jumped in. "You were quite the arse earlier."
"Thanks.” Sav glared at him.
"Hey, I just call 'em like I see 'em.” Joe countered.

Ali changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top before sitting down in front of her computer. She quickly typed up her story on the concert and emailed it to Dave. After she finished that, she found herself staring at her wallpaper. It was a picture of Sav. One she'd taken herself in 87. She loved the look on his face. Those beautiful blues were looking straight up at the camera and that gorgeous smile playing on his lips. He'd been in a flirtatious mood that afternoon. A rarity for the shy man she'd known him to be.

A knock on the door interrupted her daydreaming and she jumped up to answer it. She wasn't prepared for the same face that she'd been staring at to greet her.
"Aye.” He smiled shyly.
"'Ello.” She whispered.
"May I come in?"
"Oh...yeah.” She stepped out of the way and he walked in.
"'Ave a seat.” She pointed to the couch. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure. I think you know what I like."
She smiled and walked off to the kitchen. Sav in the meantime decided to wonder over to the mantle where she kept some photos. He perused the photos, even smiled at a few that he remembered, and then turned back when he heard her coming. As he did, his eyes caught himself staring back at him from her laptop. He racked his brain to remember the day it was taken. They were in the park. Her, Joe, Phil, and himself. They'd had lunch and then played a bit of soccer. She'd taken her camera and had snapped the picture when he wasn't paying attention.
"Here we go.” She sat the tray down on the table. When she looked up her face felt like it was on fire. She was certain that it had to be the same shade of red that her tank top was.

Sav watched as she fidgeted. It was obvious she was embarrassed at the fact that he saw the picture. Then, he noticed how completely beautiful she looked with a slight pink tint to her cheeks. Man, what was he going to do?
"I made some lemonade.” She finally broke the silence.
"Um...sounds good.” He walked across the room and joined her on the couch.
They sipped the lemonade in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again.
"I thought you were comin' backstage after the show?"
"I thought about it but then I decided there wasn't a need for an apology. I heard you and your fiancée had an argument."
Sav momentarily closed his eyes then turned them on her. "That still didn't give me the right to be an arse."
"I know. But, I understand.” She took a sip of her drink.
"Really?” He wondered how. Then he thought he might not really want to know.
"I mean, it has to be hard when you fight with the person you love most in the world."
"Oh.” He sighed.

Again, an awkward silence filled the room. They finished off their glasses and Sav reached down to fill his up again.
“There’s somethin’ else that needs cleared between us.” He spoke.
Ali’s faced flushed again. This was the reason she didn’t want to come home. She didn’t want to re-live this mistake. “Rick…”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about or that you don’t agree.”
“I never said that.” She stood up to put distance between them. “There’s just no reason to bring it up. Especially now.”
“Why not?” He followed her.
“Um let me see….you’re engaged would be the most important one.”
“That’s a minor detail.” He stopped in front of her. “Besides that, we’re not talkin’ about me and ‘er. We’re talkin’ about me and you.”
“How can you stand there…..”
“Shh.” He leaned down and captured her lips with his. Maybe if he brought her back to that moment, she’d be more open to talk about it. Or, he’d find out the feelings she’d had then no longer existed now.
Ali’s mind whirled at the contact with his lips. His heat scorched her flesh as he pushed his tongue against her lips. He knew just how to make her give in. And it was working. Her mind could think of nothing but his body remaining in contact with hers. To hell with everything else.

Sav waited until he felt her body lean into his before he brought his hands up to cradle her face. He probed her mouth with his tongue, coaxing her to return the favor. When she did, he nearly lost it right there.
“God, Ali. You can’t imagine how much I want you.”
“I feel the same way.” She ran her hands inside his open shirt. The feel of that smooth chest under her palms was almost her undoing. How could she possible resist when he tempted her like this?

As if the answer was sent to her, the doorbell rang.
“Bloody ‘ell.” Sav cursed.
“Geez, I don’t ‘ave this much company at ‘ome.” Ali huffed. When the doorbell rang again, she walked over and opened the door to find Joe and Phil.
“Aye!” They both grinned.
“What are you doin’ ‘ere?” She was a little surprised.
“Nice to see you too.” Joe stepped into the house.
“We came to take you to the pub.” Phil followed.

Joe spotted Sav standing by the fireplace and the obvious bulge in his jeans. He raised his eyebrows in question.
“Buggar me.” Sav mumbled as he walked to the kitchen.
“So, will ya join us?” Phil ignored the other two.
Ali thought about what almost happened here. What would be happening if they hadn’t shown up. Yes, getting out of the house would be a good thing right now. Being alone with Sav was just too tempting.
"I think it's a brilliant idear."
"Good. Why don't you change and we'll head on out.” Phil suggested.
"I'll be right down.” She turned and ran for her room.

Joe followed Sav into the kitchen.
"Well, I 'ave to say that you weren't exactly actin' like a man engaged to be married, right?"
"Sod off.” Sav grumbled.
"Sexual frustration really brings out the best in you, mate."
"What the bloody 'ell you doin' 'ere any way?” Sav finally faced him.
"We came to take Ali pubbin'."
"Un huh. And what else?” He crossed his arms.
“Last I checked, the bird you laid claim on is back in Ireland.” Joe crossed his arms.
“Leave ‘er out of this.” Sav glared.
“So you plan on marryin’ ‘er still? If so, what are you doin’ havin’ a snoggin’ session with Ali?”
“Who says we were snoggin’?” Sav’s face flushed.
“Well, unless you walk around with a constant hard-on, I’d say that kinda gave it away.”
“Just mind your own bloody business.”
“You made it me business when you talked to me about it.” Joe nodded his head.

“Ready!” Ali walked back into the living room.
“Aye!” Phil ducked his head into the kitchen. “Let’s not keep the lasses waitin’.”

Chapter - 4

They found a table in the back corner of the pub and Joe ordered the first round.
“’Ere.”
“What’s so funny?” Joe smiled.
“Phil’s pissed.”
“Yeah, well, he likes a bit of the drop but nothin’ like the old days.” Sav jumped in.
“Yeah. None of us can say we really drink like that anymore.” Joe agreed.
“That’s good.” She hiccupped.
“I know ‘ow to take care of those as well.” Phil whispered again.
“Philip!” She playfully smacked his arm. “You’re getting’ a bit indecent.” She giggled.
“I know. But, I want to get a lot more.”
“Then why did you send all those lasses away earlier?”
"Because I want to get indecent with you!” He blurted aloud.

Sav glared at Phil as the others held their sides and laughed.
“I see you still put it right out there.” Ali shook her head.
“I just go after what I want. I don’t pussy foot around.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“I think you’ve ‘ad enough, Collen.” Sav huffed.
“And who made you the liquor police?”
“Stuff it.” He reached over to grab the remainder of Phil’s beer. “And I think you’ve ‘ad plenty as well.” He reached for Ali’s.
“Who’s idear was it to bring ‘im?” Ali looked at Joe.
“Not mine, love.” He looked over to Sav. “But ‘ow ‘bout I take ‘im to the bar and ‘ave a chat with ‘im about ‘is manners?”
"Bloody good idear!” Phil took another drink.

Joe grabbed Sav by the collar and drug him to the bar.
“What in the bleedin’ ‘ell are you doin’, mate?” Joe shook his head. “You’ve already ‘ad to apologize for bein’ an arse once today.”
“Back off. I think I already told ya that once.” He huffed.
“Look, you’re me mate and so is Ali. I ‘ave to watch out for both of you.”
“Then ‘ave this chat with Phil. He’s the one tryin’ to shag ‘er.” He glanced back to the table.
“And you weren’t earlier?”

Phil wrapped his arm around Ali’s shoulders and tugged her against him. His lips were mere inches from her ear.
“What do ya say, Ali?” He whispered before kissing her earlobe. “Wanna head back to your ‘ouse and let me love you like a man should?” He turned her head and planted a passionate kiss on her.

“That’s bloody it!” Sav yelled and stormed over to the table.
“Shit!” Joe followed.

Ali grunted as she pushed against Phil’s chest.
“What?” He tried to catch his breath.
“Philip Kenneth Collen!” She wiped her mouth. “That was likin’ kissin’ me own brother!”
"Phil!” Sav yelled at the same time. “I’ll rip your head off if you touch ‘er again!”
“’Ere we go.” Joe muttered to himself.
“Your brother?” Phil choked. “I’ve never ‘ad a complaint before. That was just down right low, Ali.”
"Well….you snoggin’ me was even worse!” She shivered.
“Dammit!” Sav grabbed Phil’s arm and swung him around to face him.
“Woah!” Phil wobbled just a little.
“Great.” Ali muttered to herself.
“Wanna get out of ‘ere?” Joe walked up behind her.
“Please.” She begged.
Joe grabbed her hand and they slipped out the door.

Chapter – 5

Ali sat in front of her laptop reading her email. The latest from Dave was that she wasn’t needed in the office again until the week after next and he requested that she do a write up on Joe from his home in Dublin.
“Why me.” She covered her face.

The Leps had flown out two days before for their respective homes. That meant that Joe went home to his empty house in Dublin. Rick, Viv, and Phil to their families in LA. And Sav home to his fiancée.

She sighed heavily and picked up the phone. She dialed the number and listened to it ring.
“’Ello?”
“Did you know about this?”
“Nice to ‘ear your voice as well, love.” Joe turned off the television.
“Well, did you?” She asked again.
“I got the message when I got ‘ome.” He admitted. “Is there a problem?”
"I really don’t want to come to Dublin.”
“’Ave you even talked to ‘im since we left Sheffield?”
“No.” She stared at his picture on her laptop. How is it she went five years without seeing or speaking to him and she was fine? Now after just two days, she felt like she’d die if she didn’t see him again.
“I think the two of you need to sit down and talk about this. And make it a public place.”
"Funny. Besides that he’s engaged and there’s nothin’ to discuss.”
“I think you’re wrong.” Joe wondered how much he should butt in.
“And I think it’s none of your business.” She huffed.
“You two will never tolerate one another unless you work through what’s standin’ between you.”
“Thanks for the unwanted advise. Now, I’ll be there in the mornin’.” She hung up.
“Why can’t they see how obvious it is?” Joe mumbled to himself.

Ali rang the doorbell promptly at 7:00 a.m. the next morning.
“May I ‘elp you?” A kind older woman answered.
“I’m Allison Richards. I’m ‘ere to see Joe.”
"Mr. Elliott is still sleepin’. Is ‘e expectin’ you?”
“Yes. I’m an old friend and also a journalist ‘ere to do a write up.”
"Oh, yes.” She stepped back so Ali could walk in. “Come in. I’m Naula. Mr. Elliott’s housekeeper.”
"It’s a pleasure.” Allison smiled.
“I’ll show you to your room.” She led her up the stairs and to the room Joe had Naula get ready for her.
“Thanks.” Allison sat her bags down. “Is ‘e alone?”
“Yes.” Naula shook her head.
“Well, mornin’ person or not, I don’t ‘ave time to waste.”

Naula just smiled as Ali took off down the hall toward Joe’s bedroom.
Ali quietly opened the door and peeked in. Joe was sprawled out on the bed with the sheets just barely covering his obviously naked body. She gasped at the sight of his hard body. Something she’d never taken notice to. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off him.

When she finally tore her eyes from his body she moved across the room to the bed. She stood on the side next to where he lay and debated on how to wake him. Finally, she decided to just shake him.
"Joe.” She shook his shoulder. "Joe.." She did it again. He stirred just a little but didn't open his eyes. She sighed and tried again. "Joe!"
Before she could react, Joe's arm came up and grabbed her around the wrist, pulling her down on the bed. When they stopped moving, his body was covering hers.
"Joe.” She said nearly breathless.
"Ali?” His eyes tried to focus but all they could see was the golden mass of hair that fanned out around her face. Her cheeks were flushed with a slight pink tint and her eyes were cloudy with an obvious awareness. What an amazing creature indeed.

Ali waited for him to realize who she was and move but he never did. And after looking into those pale green eyes and feeling that long, lean body against hers, she wasn’t sure she was in a big hurry for him to.

“Ali, love…”
“’Ello, Joe.” She smiled. “I thought it was time for you to get up.”
“Oh, I’m up alright.” He pushed his hips into hers.
Ali swallowed at his obvious state and the shiver that seemed to run through her.
“Love, if we don’t get off this bed right now, I’ll make love to you and worry about the consequences later.” He ran his nose along her cheek.
When she didn’t move or speak he brought his hand up and starting working on the buttons of her shirt.
His hand slipped inside and squeezed her breast as his thumb brushed over her nipple. Ali responded by bucking her hips up against his. Joe took the encouragement and freed her of her shirt before moving to remove her jeans. When he had her as bare as he was, he returned to lie beside her on the bed.
From there, his hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they roamed over ever inch of her body. That wonderfully exquisite body.
Ali’s hands mimicked Joe’s. They traced every inch of lean muscle they could reach.
“Ali…”
”Shh. No words.” She pulled his mouth down to hers.

And they both held to that. No words were spoken, even when he pushed his way inside her. His eyes locked with hers and he let them communicate for him as he slipped in and out of her. Pushing them both towards the edge.
Ali’s body arched and she raked her nails across his back as he bit her shoulder. Both coming closer to their climax. And when it hit, Joe grabbed her hips and slammed into her harder as she tightened around him.

Panting and feeling completely sated, Joe rolled over onto the mattress and tried to catch his breath. Ali did the same as she tried to put into focus the amazing feeling that overcame her.

Chapter - 6

Joe sat on his back deck and thought about that first morning Ali had been here earlier this week. He didn’t know what possessed him to do what he did. It had been a remarkable experience. One that his body wanted to repeat. His mind on the other hand began to think. Had he crossed a line that he shouldn’t have? Ali and Sav hadn’t talked since they’d been in Sheffield and everyone knew they needed to. Most importantly, he knew they needed to. So, he’d back off and when the time was right he'd suggest they do just that.
“Mr. Elliott.” Naula stepped out. “Dinner is ready.”
"Thank you.” He finished his beer and followed her in. “Is Ali in the kitchen?”
“She is.” Naula smiled. “I’ll be workin’ in the studio if you need me.” She left him.

Ali stood in the kitchen staring out the window as she waited for Joe to join her for dinner. She was wondering if tonight would be like all the others since that first morning. They would eat in silence as the heated looks they exchanged reminded them of what they’d shared. Just what was it they shared anyway? Was Joe giving it as much thought as she was or did he just think of it as a one-time occurrence? Did she want it to be more than that?

“Evenin’, Ali.”
Ali turned to see Joe standing next to the table. He was in a pair of faded blue jeans and a black silk shirt that he’d left unbuttoned. All in all, he looked gorgeous. “Evenin’.”
“’Ave a seat and we’ll ‘ave dinner.” He noticed her eyes giving him a slow once over and he was trying desperately to keep his mind on what he’d decided. He couldn’t do that if he kept seeing that look.
“It’s a beautiful night.” She made small talk.
“Would you like to eat outside?” He hesitated before sitting.

Outside would leave her more room to breathe. Yes, that would be better.
“I think that sounds like a lovely idear.” She grabbed the plates and glasses as he grabbed a few dishes.

Again, they ate in silence save the heated glances and the occasional brushing of hands that left the air sizzling with electricity. When the food was gone, they sat sipping their wine, and looking out over the pool with the dimmed lights and the quiet sounds of the night. As the bottle of wine diminished, Ali decided to go for a swim.
“I thought about takin’ a dip.” She stood up. “Care to join me?” She began untucking her shirt.
“And what do you plan to use for a suit?” Joe could feel his pulse begin to race.
“Who said anything about a suit?” She threw her shirt at him and worked on sliding her shorts down her legs.
“Ali….” He walked over to her. Her hands instantly came up and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. It landed in a pool of silk on the ground. “There’s somethin’ I wanted to talk to you about.” He closed his eyes so that he could concentrate on getting the right words out.
Ali on the other hand didn’t want to talk. She wanted to get him out of his clothes and into the pool with her.
“Ali.” He grabbed her hands. “This is important, love.”
“Fine.” She stopped and looked at him. “What is it that you want to talk about?”
“You and Sav.”
Ali’s back stiffened. “I don’t see anythin’ to talk about.”
“I do.” He sighed. “The two of you ‘ave issues. Issues that you need to work out.”
“We’re just friends, Joe. That’s all it has been or ever will be.”
“Then just do me a favor. Tell ‘im that.” He brushed his hand across her cheek. “Clear the air between you two.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead then turned and walked into the house.

The next morning Ali arranged to meet Sav for lunch before her flight left that afternoon. After that, she packed her clothes and got ready before seeking Joe out in the house.
“Mornin’, Naula. ‘Ave you seen Joe?”
“He’s in the studio, lass. Straight through that door and down the hall.” She pointed.
“Thanks.”

Joe sat playing at the piano as the music filtered through his mind. He’d had quite a bit of new stuff that seemed to pop in there in the last couple of weeks. Since the night at the pub with Ali.
He stopped mid chord and grabbed a pencil to write down a few thoughts when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” He finished writing.
“Aye.” Ali walked in.
“Aye, yourself.”
“I’m meetin’ Sav for lunch and then I’m headin’ straight to the airport.” She walked over toward him. “I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“It’s been good seein’ you again, Ali. Don’t be such a stranger this time ‘round.” He hugged her.
“I’ll see what I can do.” She laughed. “It was good to see you too, Joe.” She turned quickly and walked out.

Sav waited at the tiny café located inside Dublin Center and wondered why Ali was in Dublin and why she’d asked to meet him.
“Aye.” She grabbed the seat across from him.
“’Ello, Ali.” He smiled up at her. “I was surprised to learn you were in Dublin.” However, he wasn’t complaining.
“Well, I’ve been interviewin’ Joe all week and now I’m flyin’ ‘ome today.”
“Oh.” He looked away then back at her. “There’s so much we need to talk about, Ali.”
“I know. That’s why I’m ‘ere.”
Sav lifted his eyebrows and waited.
“We need to clear the air between us.”
“I agree.” He reached across the table and grabbed her hand.
“Let me go first.” She met his eyes.
“Ok.”
"It’s rather simple really.” She met his eyes.
“I’m thinkin’ of callin’ the weddin’ off.” He blurted.
“What?” She gasped. Had he gone mad?
“I am.” He nodded his head. “I’ve been havin’ me doubts lately and then I keep thinkin’ of the night we shared…..”
Ali held up her hand and stopped him. “Do not base your decision on words said five years ago, Rick.”
“But, Ali…..”
She stood at that point, deciding it was better to say the next sentence and leave. “You should marry Dara, Rick. You love ‘er and I can see that. In your heart that’s what you want or you wouldn’t ‘ave asked ‘er to be your wife.”

Chapter - 7

Ali sat in her office in New York and stared out the window. She thought of how two weeks ago she'd sat in this very office and dreaded the trip home. Home. Wow, it had been a long time since she'd considered Sheffield her home. But, the guys had reminded her of all the good times they'd used to have and a few she knew she needed to forget. Sav was marrying Dara and it was time that she move on and close that chapter of her life for good. It's what was best for her.
Then her mind jumped to the last week when she was in Dublin. When she was with Joe. How could she have let that happen? With every time she'd went home did she have to give herself another reason to stay away from the friends she loved the most? When was she going to learn?

At the same time, Joe laid in his bed with his eyes closed. The vivid images of that morning with Ali in this very spot left sleep the last thing on his mind. He had to get over this feeling of wanting to see her again. To touch her the way he had that morning. If his mate knew what he had standing in front of him, he'd jump all over it. And he knew Sav knew just what kind of woman Ali could be for him. So where did that leave him?

Not far from Joe's, Sav laid in his own bed with Dara cuddled at his side and pondered over his conversation with Ali. She'd told him to marry Dara. That the words five years ago.......that the feelings weren't there anymore. But how could that be? That kiss in Sheffield had told him there was more to it. And actions speak louder than words, right? If that was the case, her not seeing him while she'd been in Dublin and then leaving after that conversation, spoke volumes.
He looked down at his fiancée and decided she must be right. That he should marry Dara because he'd never have asked her to if he didn't love her.

Ali tried throughout the first few weeks to get back into her routine of things without much luck. She still found herself staring off into space and dwelling on her time spent with Joe. Why did that keep coming to mind? She hadn’t heard from him and even before that…..well, nothing else had happened between them that week. And Lord knows she tried. He just didn’t seem interested after that first morning.
“Ali?” Carrie knocked on her door.
“Yes?”
“I’m calling it a night. Do you need anything else before I go?”
Ali glanced at her watch to see that it was 7:00 p.m. “No. I’ll being leaving shortly meself.”
“Ok. See you in the morning.”
“G’night, Carrie.”

Around an hour later, Ali turned off her computer and grabbed her things. Switching off the lights and locking the doors, she headed home.
When she arrived at her apartment, she made a small dinner and then curled up on the couch to catch the news and then she’d be off to bed. Just as she settled on the couch her doorbell rang.
“Blimey!” She sat her drink down and walked to the door. “Who is it?”
“Delivery for an Allison Richards.” The voice answered.
“This late?” She unbolted the lock and opened the door. All she could see was a vase full of flowers and it had legs and arms. Very long legs. “I’m sorry, what shop were you with again?” She smiled.
“Um…Elliott’s Flowers?” Joe peeked around the bouquet.
“What are you doin’?” Her smile grew.
“Well, I was in town and I thought I’d pay you a visit.” He lied.
“Oh.” Her smiled faded just a bit. “Come on in.” She stepped back and motioned him inside.
“Nice l’ttle place you ‘ave ‘ere.” He looked around.
“It’s small but it suits my needs.” She walked back over to the couch.

Joe sat the flowers down on the table and then joined her. His mind replayed the words Sav had told him just the night before.
“Ali told me that I should marry Dara. Then she just turned around and left.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I was wrong about ‘ow she felt.”


“How did you find my address?”
“Mal.” He grinned sheepishly. “I ‘ad ‘im find it for me so that I could drop in while I was ‘ere.”
“This is ‘ome.”
They were silent for a minute before Joe spoke again. “Sav told me the two of you talked.”
“We did.”
“So you’ve cleared everythin; up?” He inched closer.
“If you’ve talk with ‘im, you should know that already.” Her pulse began pounding.
“I just needed to ‘ear you say it.” He crushed his mouth to hers. When he released them, he stared into her eyes.

As the shock in Ali’s eyes gave way to pure, raw excitement, Joe let a smile cross his lips. He had her. She wanted him…wanted them…as much as he did.
"Hmm.." Ali replied to his intoxicating kiss.
He lifted her by the waist and held her against his body, leaning close to nip at her neck. Grinding into her, he let her feel how hard he was, how ready he was to make love to her again. She whimpered, pressing against him just as hungrily. "Whatever you decide.." She whispered. "Kiss me again. Okay?"
He didn't need to be asked twice, kissing Ali was exactly what he'd been dying to do for weeks. He slipped his hand up to cup her head, tangling his fingers in her hair, tugging her face to his until their lips were a breath apart.
But before they met, he growled. "Anythin’ you want, love."
She parted her lips, letting her tongue mate with his as he pulled the strap of her tank top off her shoulder as they made their way to her bedroom and straight through to the shower. He turned on the water then turned back to strip them both of their clothes.
"Let me.” She wriggled out of the top, and her boxers, kicking them out of the way until she stood nude in front of him. Her body was as perfect, delicately boned, and inviting as he'd remembered it to be.
He then followed with his own. His eyes never leaving her body.
"Touch me, Joe.” She moaned as he moved his mouth to her throat, inhaling deeply to imprint her scent on his brain, as he pulled them into the shower.
"Where?” He growled as he nibbled a path along her collarbone.
"Touch me where I'm wet."
He smiled, and began running his hands all over her…her shoulders, her arms, her fingertips.
"No."
"You're wet everywhere, babe." To prove his point, he followed a droplet of water as it descended down her shoulder, over her breast, until it clung to her nipple. Unable to resist, he lowered his mouth to her and sucked deeply, holding her hips as she bucked in response.
“’Ere.” She guided his hand between her thighs.
"I've been waiting for this for so long.” He mumbled against her body as he bent down, finally dropping to his knees to kiss her stomach. His fingers working their magic as he did.
She quivered, then groaned. "So have I.” She admitted. "Don't make me wait any longer to have you inside me."

As much as he loved teasing her, Joe couldn't wait to make her his again.
She lifted her leg, slid it around his wet hips, tilting back and offering herself to him. Bracing her against the wall, he slid into her with one long, slow thrust. He stopped for a moment and kissed her neck.
“I feel like I’m ready to explode already.” He growled.
“Joe..” She whimpered and his control frayed a little more.
“Ali, love….” He pulled out and thrust again.
“Ooh, yes.” She rocked her hips against his, increasing their pace. Joe caught her rhythm and soon they were screaming each other’s names as their orgasms overtook their bodies.

As the water turned icy, they made their way to the bed and spent much of the night the same way. As dawn broke, they drifted off to sleep until Joe’s phone woke them a few hours later.
“Bloody ‘ell.” He scrambled to find his cell. “Yeah?”
“Where in the ‘ell are you?” Sav grumbled. “I thought we were playin’ golf t’day.”
Joe looked down at Ali who was cuddled against his chest. “Uh…somethin’ came up.”
“Somethin’ came up?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” He motioned Ali to remain quiet as she sat up. “I ‘ad to fly to New York last night and take care of a few things.” He lied.
“Fine! Call me when you get back.” He hung up.

Ali faced Joe as he hung up his phone. “What are you up to?”
“What do you mean?” He laid his head back on the pillow.
“I mean….why did you really come to New York?”

Chapter - 8

Joe had planned to spend at least three days in New York with Ali. What he hadn’t planned on was forgetting his golf game with Sav and not calling to cancel it. Now, he was in a situation to explain why he’d come here.
“Joe?”
“Does it matter?” He sat up.
“Does it?” She countered.
“Ali..”
”Joe.” She sat up as well and reached for her robe.
Joe looked away for a moment then back to her. “I wanted to see you.”

Ali stopped and stared. Ok, it was obvious there was some sort of attraction between them but it had to be a little something more. It had to be or else that was one of the longest booty calls in history! The only question was how and when it came about.
“But, you just saw me a few weeks ago.” She whispered.
“I know.” He reached up and caressed her cheek. “But, it wasn’t enough.”
“Joe…”
”I know you feel it too, Ali. I saw it in your eyes last night.”
“Do you know what it is, ‘cause I don’t?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I’m interested in findin’ out.”
“I think I’d like that.”

Sav paced around the deck on the back of his house and pondered what business Joe had in New York. It had to be urgent or very last minute as they had just spoken two nights before and he hadn’t mentioned the trip then. If it was band business, then he and the others should have been told about it instead of Joe just flying off to take care of it.
“’Ello?” Phil answered his phone.
“Aye, mate. I ‘ave a query.” Sav finally sat in a chair.
“Fire away!”
“’As Joe mentioned any business the band ‘as in New York?”
“No. Should ‘e ‘ave?” Phil frowned.
“Not that I’m aware of.” Sav sighed. “But, he’s in New York, so ‘e says, on business.”
“Huh.” Phil thought for a moment. “I’ll call ‘im and see what I can get out of ‘im.”
“Good luck.” Sav laughed before hanging up.

Joe pulled Ali onto his lap and ran his hands down her sides as he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth.
“I love kissin’ you.” He chuckled.
“Mm hm.” She sighed, enjoying the kiss herself. That was until the phone rang again.
“Blimey!” She huffed and jumped off the bed.
Joe watched as the bathroom door slammed. “What?”
“Woah!” Phil jumped. “What crawled up your arse?”
“This bloody phone and everyone that seems to be callin’ it this mornin’.” He stood up and walked to the door. He pushed it open and watched Ali peel off her robe and step into the shower.
“Joe?” Phil called for a third time.
“Yeah, I’m ‘ere.” He smiled as Ali began singing.
“Oh!” Phil exclaimed. “I see what business you ‘ave now.” He chuckled.
“Huh?”
“The bird singin’ in the background. She’s the business you ‘ave in New York.”
“Somethin’ like that.” He peeked through the shower curtain. “Sav put you up to callin’?”
“Well, ‘e called me. Wanted to know if I knew of any business we ‘ad in New York that you’d be takin’ care of.”
“No. This is business of the personal kind.” He watched as the soap ran down her body.
“Look, mate, I ‘ave to go.” He shut the phone off and joined Ali in the shower.

Chapter - 9

The Leps sat working in the studio trying to decide which of the songs they would place on an album they’d wanted to put out for some time now. The album was a way to release the rest of the songs that had been written and recorded with Steve.
“Mr. Elliott?” Naula stuck her head in the door.
“Yes?” He answered without looking up.
“You ‘ave a phone call.”
“Would you just take a message, please?”
“She said she knew everyone would be ‘ere and that you’d want to take the call.”
“She?” He reached for the phone without waiting for an answer. “Joe.”
“Was I right?” She giggled.
“About?”
“Everyone is there?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “What’s up?” He tried to act casual.
“Put me on speaker phone. I’ll share this with all of you.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t worry….I’ll save the best parts for when we’re alone.” Her voice dropped to a seductive tone.
“I’ll remember that.” He pushed the button for the speaker. “Go ahead.”
“Who is it?” Rick asked.
“Aye, lads.” Ali laughed. “How are things in Ireland?”
“Ali!”
“I just wanted to call and let you know that I’ll be comin’ to Ireland in a couple of weeks for an interview with U2. If you guys aren’t busy I thought I’d stop in and visit again for a bit.” “That sounds like a lovely idear.” Phil grinned.
Sav caught that grin and returned it with a harsh glare meant to have him back off. Phil rolled his eyes and wondered why Sav was so concerned about Ali if he’d decided to go through with his wedding to Dara.
“If you call me with your flight times, I’ll be ‘appy to pick you up at the airport.” Joe offered.
“Great, thanks.” She paused. “I’ll give you a call later when Carrie gets the information to me.”
“How long will you be stayin’ this time?” Sav asked.
“I ‘ave a l’ttl vacation that’s not scheduled so….it looks like I could fit in about a week before my next deadline.”
“Cool.” They all agreed.
“We’ll take you pub hoppin’ in the pub capitol of the world, love.” Viv offered.
“Sounds brilliant.” She smiled to herself. “I’ll see you guys then.” She hung up.

Ali moved around her office finishing things before she left. Why was it on the day before she left on a trip that everyone in the office needed something from her? She had just put the last stack of finished articles in the outbox for Carrie to hand over to Dave in the morning when the phone rang.
“Allison Richards.”
“Ali, it’s Dave. Can I get you to do a stop over in London while you’re on your trip and catch an interview with Brian May?”
“An interview regarding what?” She pulled out her planner.
“The concert that was done in Freddy Mercury’s honor. I want his thoughts.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” She scribbled in her planner. “Anythin’ else?”
“That’ll be all. Thanks, Ali.”
“Sure.” She hung up and had Carrie check on flights from Dublin to London.

Just as Carrie walked in to give her the information, her phone rang again.
“I’m never goin’ to get out of ‘ere.”
“Let me handle it.” Carrie reached for her phone. “Allison Richard's office.”
“Yes, is Ali in?” Joe asked.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Richards has left for the day and she’ll be out of the office for the next three weeks. May I take a message or would you like her voicemail?”
“No, this is Joe Elliott. I’ll just try ‘er at ‘ome.”
“Joe Elliott, as in Def Leppard?” Carrie smiled.

Ali’s ears perked up at Joe’s name and the first smile of the day crossed her lips.
“I’m sorry you missed her.” Carrie continued.
“Like I said, love, that’s ok. I’ll call ‘er at ‘ome.”
Ali waived her hand at Carrie.
“What?” She covered the receiver with her hand.
“Let me ‘ave it.” Ali waited for the receiver.
“If you say so.” Carrie giggled and walked back to her desk.
“’Ello.”
“Hi. I thought you’d left the office.” He kicked his feet up on the coffee table.
“I’ve been tryin’ to do that very thing for two ‘ours now.” She sighed.
“Bad day, love?”
“Not really. It just seems that everyone wants somethin’ before I leave.”
“Well, don’t stress it. Just think of bein’ ‘ere with me this time tomorrow.” He chuckled.
“I ‘ave been. It only makes me want out of ‘ere all the more.”

Chapter - 10

Joe waited at the terminal, as the passengers disembarked, for a sign of Ali. Just as most of the passengers had passed by, he spotted that lovely golden hair that he loved and he felt his body instantly react to the sight of her.
“Ali!” He waived his hand and moved through the crowd toward her. “Aye.”
“’Ello.” She melted into his arms.
“I missed you.” He kissed her. At that moment, he didn’ t care if anyone saw them. He wanted to do it so, he did.
“I missed you, too.” She whispered when they broke from the kiss.
“Let’s get your luggage and get ‘ome.” He led her through to the baggage claim.

Joe snuck in all the kisses he possible could on the way to the house. There he planned to order a nice dinner and then he was taking her straight to bed, if they made it through dinner. These last few months had been the hardest away from her yet. It was a good thing he had her all to himself for a week before the lads thought she was coming in.
"How does Indian sound t’night?” He asked as he pulled in the driveway.
"You goin' to order Indian for six people?” She pointed to all the cars in the driveway.
"Aw, 'ell." How did they find out?
"Guess this kinda puts our evenin' alone on 'old, right?” She rubbed his leg.
"Wench.” He growled as his jeans tightened in reaction. "How am I supposed to walk in like this?"
"Just think of Naula in her nightie.” Ali giggled.
"I love 'er to death. She's a Godsend. But that is not a mental picture I wanted, Ali."
“Then it should work.” She jumped out when the car stopped and the front door flew open.

Sav watched as the others ran to greet Ali. Why had Joe known that she was arriving a week earlier than planned? Maybe she just called him. Maybe this meant they had an extra week with her now. But why did she call him?

"We thought of takin' you clubbin' this evenin'.” Phil smiled.
"How does that sound?” Viv asked.
"I think I'd like a hot shower first.” She laughed as she hugged Rick.
"Yeah, you do kinda smell.” Rick chuckled. Ali rolled her eyes and caught a glimpse of Sav standing on the porch.
"Let me guess...I've pissed 'im off somehow again?"
"Not to worry, love. If you ‘ave we’ll just give ‘im an attitude adjustment till he’s polite again.” Phil assured her.
“Thanks.” She kept her eyes on the porch.

Sav sighed and finally put one foot in front of the other and walked to Ali. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“’Ello, love.”
“’Ello. How are you?” She hugged him back.
“Fine. You’re early.”

Joe watched as they talked and tried to ignore the jealousy welling up through his body. He didn’t like to see another man touching Ali. Even if that other man was Sav. Especially if that other man was Sav.
Then he thought about it a little more. He had her now. She was his and Sav was marrying Dara. No more having to push his attraction to her down where no one could see. Or did he? They still hadn’t told anyone about them and he hadn’t given much thought about how to tell them. Maybe they should discuss it.

“Ali’s goin’ to take a shower and then we’ll ‘ave dinner and hit a few of the pubs.” Phil interrupted his thoughts.
“Yeah, I’ll get me shower too.” He walked up the stairs to his room. As he was walking in the doorway, he noticed Ali’s stuff in the guest room across the hall. His shoulders slumped as he realized it was going to be a very long two weeks. He was going to have to find a way to spend time with her alone or he would surely go insane.

When they arrived at the club, they grabbed a corner booth and everyone piled in as Joe went to order the drinks with Viv.
“How’s the weddin’ comin’?” Ali asked casually.
“I try to keep me head out of it as much as I can.” He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, Dara just wants ‘is wallet!” Rick added.
“’Ere we go!” Viv bombarded the table with drinks as Joe followed. He then took the seat across from Ali.
"So what's the buzz?"
"Just talkin' about the weddin'.” Sav answered.
"She's gonna make us wear those bloody tuxes isn't she?” Joe wrinkled his nose.
Sav laughed and nodded his head. "I believe so. Just do it with minimal gripin' and I won't 'ave to 'ear it the rest of me life."
"I think you'll all look like gentlemen.” Ali sipped her beer. "If that's possible."
"Someone stuff 'er in a closet!” Rick laughed.
"Yeah.” Phil agreed.
“You sure ‘ave gotten mouthy these last few years.” Sav noted.
“You kinda ‘ave to be in my line of work.” She finished off her bottle. “Excuse me. I need to use the ladies room.” She stood up and disappeared down a dark hallway.

As she walked away, both Joe and Sav watched her go. Joe’s mind working on a way to get them away from the lads so they could be alone. A sly smile crossed his lips as the obvious hit him. Ali was wearing a skirt tonight.

Sav wondered what things would be like between them after what they’d been through together and then still going their separate ways. Would he be able to move past whatever nagging feeling he still had when it came to Ali and marry Dara without being an arse every time another man came near Ali? If he couldn’t, what did that mean?
And what was the nagging feeling he had regarding Joe? Was his mate spending time with Ali? Was it for his benefit or Joe's own?

"So....” Sav turned to him. "Who's this bird you were with in New York?"
"Huh?” Joe nearly choked on his beer. "What bird are you talkin' about, mate?"
"The one with the lovely set of pipes.” Phil answered.
"Aw, just a bird.” Joe slammed the rest of his beer.
"So she's no one we'll be meetin' any time soon?"
"Doubt it.” He began to fidget in his seat.
"Un huh.” Sav nodded his head knowingly. "I think it's more serious than that."
"What?"
"Oh yeah!” Phil noticed it to.
"You're serious about 'er. Or you think you could be. That's why you're actin' that way."
"I don't know what you're talkin' about."
"What are you lads talkin' about?” Ali rejoined them.

Chapter - 11

The conversation turned to one of a lighter note as they began talking about music.
“So, Ali, tell us what your favorite song is?”
“Hmm….” She took a drink of her beer as she thought.
“Don’t you ‘ave one, or ‘ave you been drinkin’ that much?” Rick chuckled.
“To much to drink.” Viv pointed to her rosy cheeks.
“I think it’s Have You Ever Needed Someone so Bad.” She nodded.
“Why?” Phil smiled.
“You all look so sexy in that video.” Her eyes roamed over Sav then quickly raked over Joe.
“’Ere…” Phil threw her some quarters. “Go put some music in the jukebox and cool off!”

Ali grabbed the quarters and went off to make her selections. Only a few seconds later, Sav jumped up and joined her. As he stopped next to her, his hand instinctively landed on the small of her back as they looked at the selections.
“What do you want to ‘ear?” She asked without taking her eyes off the labels.
“What are you in the mood for?” He whispered. His double meaning obvious to both of them.
The hair on the back of Ali’s neck stood on end.

Joe sat back and watched as his blood began to boil. Here he was, out with his mates and a woman that was quickly capturing his heart, and he couldn’t even opening let it show. What was he going to do about that? What did Ali think about the other lads knowing? What did she think about Sav knowing?
He knew that she sensed the chemistry between them as much as he did. He could see that much in her eyes. The only thing he wasn’t sure about was if she was feeling anything more than that. Was it just chemistry, or was it something more?

Sav and Ali made a few selections and made their way back to the table. As they did, Ali began dancing and singing along with the jukebox.
“It’s better to burn out….then fade away……..” She sang as she took her seat. “Gonna start a fire…..” She bobbed her head.
Phil frowned a minute as he tried to place where he’d heard this voice before.
“Rise up, gather round……Rock this place to the ground…” She continued.

Joe noticed the look on Phil’s face. Then he remembered Ali singing while he’d been on the phone with Phil. Oh, shit!
“Burn it up let’s go for broke….Watch the night go up in smoke….” He joined her, trying to drown out her voice.

The time he’d been searching for hit Phil and he turned to Joe.
“I’ll be damned.”
“Shhh.” Joe grabbed his arm. “’Elp me with some more drinks, mate.” He pulled him to the bar.
“What was that all about?” Sav turned to Viv.
“Beats me. I’m lost.” He looked at Rick.
“I’m stayin’ out of whatever it is!”

Joe let go of Phil’s arm when they reached the bar. He placed an order for another round for the table and waited.
“No wonder you didn’t want to talk about that bird.” Phil snickered.
“Phil…..”
“Mate, do you ‘ave any idear what it is you’re doin’?”
“I do.” Joe spoke seriously. “And I’d appreciate you not blabbin’ your mouth.”
“You plan to keep it a secret?” Phil asked then had another thought. “’Ow long ‘ave you been keepin’ it a secret?”
“I don’t know and six months.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Please, Phil. Just don’t say anythin’ till I figure out what’s goin ‘on’ ere.”
“I’ll tell you what’s goin’ on.” Phil placed his hand on Joe’s shoulder. “You’re in love. Not with just any woman but one your best mate may be in love with as well.”
“She’s made it clear to ‘im that they’re just friends. I made sure of that.”
“Yeah, ok. You need to tell ‘im, Joe. Don’t let ‘im figure it out because you’ll wish you hadn’t.” He patted his shoulder and walked back to the table.

Chapter - 12

Ali woke up and looked around the room. The first thing she noticed was the single red rose and note that had been placed on the nightstand next to her bed.
“Mornin’, love. I’d like you to spend the day pampering yourself at the spa and then come home and get ready for dinner. I’ve taken the liberty of selecting a dress for you to wear. I hope you don’t mind but I wanted it to be special, being this will be our first official date. Joe.”

She smiled and then wondered how they were going to pull this one off. She’d noticed that they’d always been careful that the other lads didn’t find out they’d been seeing one another. Not until they were ready for them to know. Was Joe ready?

Joe sat quietly at the piano, waiting on the other Leps to arrive that day. A smile crossed his face, as he thought of Ali asleep in bed upstairs. His smile grew when he thought of his dinner plans for them this evening. A date. He was actually....finally....going to have a date with Allison.
"Mornin'.” Sav walked in.
Joe's smile quickly faded. His nerves kicked in as his mind began going over the conversation he was about to have.
"Joe?” Sav walked over to the piano.
"Mornin'.” He looked up. "Why don't you 'ave a seat."
"Why?” Sav looked confused.
"We need to talk."

Sav grabbed the chair from the corner and brought it over, closer to Joe. He sat down and waited for his friend to speak.
"Um....." Joe ran his hand through his hair. "I need.....there's......" He blew out a breath. "There's somethin' I need to tell you."
Sav grew uneasy. He noticed Joe's uneasiness and his mind began to play over all the incidents he'd questioned lately.
"Is this about the lass you've been seein'?” Sav crossed his arms.
"Yeah.” He stood and began pacing. "I...we've......" He took a deep breath. "Ali and I 'ave been seein' one another for a while now."

Sav's face grew red with anger. How could Joe do this? He'd confided in him about Ali. What had happened between them and what he thought it had meant.
"Say somethin', will you?"
"What the 'ell do you want me to say?” Sav stood so fast he knocked the chair over. "What.....'ow could you do this?"
"I didn't mean for it to! It just happened!"
"It just happened.” Sav snarled sarcastically.
"It did.” He looked him straight in the face. "But, I'm not sorry for it."
"You 'ave a lot of fuckin' nerve.” He crossed his arms. "You knew 'ow I felt."
"And I also know that you're engaged. To Dara, Sav. Not Ali."
"Still....you 'ad no right!" He yelled.
"Sav......"
"You're not good enough for 'er!” He continued.
"I know.” Joe spoke calmly. "But I can't 'elp 'ow I feel.” He nodded his head and walked out.

Ali smiled as she walked out of the spa. It was turning out to be a beautiful day and she felt refreshed yet hungry. She took of walking toward the Center to grab a bite to eat before heading back to Joe's to take it easy before getting ready for her date.
"Oh, excuse me.” Ali bent down to pick up the bag she'd knocked out of the other woman's hand.
"That's ok.” She reached for the bag. "Wait.....I know you."
"I doubt that's possible.” Ali smiled.
"Well, we haven't met but your face seems familiar."
"Maybe I 'ave one of those faces."
"No.....hmm....." She shook her head. "Maybe you're right.” She extended her hand. "I'm Dara Cochran."
"Dara?” Ali felt a lump in her throat.
"Yes."
"Allison Richards. I think I know 'ow I'm familiar."
"Really?"
"You're Rick Savage's fiancée."
"Yes.” Dara's smile plastered her face.
"I grew up with Rick and the lads in Sheffield."
"Oh yes!"

An hour later Joe stood on his back deck and wondered if Sav would ever speak to him again. Surely, he would. He just needed time to cool down. He had yet to come out of the studio so...is that what he was doing?
He'd soon find out. He turned to see the door to the studio fly open at the same time the front door came open. He heard Sav's footsteps coming through the kitchen and the laughter of females coming through the living room.
"Oh!” Ali jumped back as Sav almost knocked her over in the doorway to the kitchen. Sav stopped dead in his tracks at the site of Ali.
"Rick?” Ali waited for him to say something. Then she wondered what had him in a bad mood. She could tell just by his body language that something had his temper in a complete uproar. That body language got more visible when Joe walked in from the balcony.

Joe raised his eyebrows as he noticed Dara standing in the living room. Obviously, out of Sav's sight.
"I met Allison 'ere in the Center.” Dara spoke up and Sav's attention diverted to her.
"Dara?"
"'Ello, sweetie.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"Is everythin' ok?” Ali looked between Sav and Joe.
"Depends on who you ask.” Sav glared at Joe.
"Joe?"
"Not now, love."
"Let's go.” Sav grabbed Dara's hand.
"But I just got 'ere."
"And now we're leavin'.” He kept heading for the door.
"But I'd like to get to know Ali.” She protested.
"Don't bother.” He turned to look at Ali. "Things aren't always what they seem.” He walked out and slammed the door behind them.

"What the 'ell was that all about?” Ali turned on Joe the minute the door shut.
"It seems I got 'Sir Richard's' panties in a twist.” Joe headed for the bar. He poured a shot and downed it quickly.
"How?"
He turned to study her for a moment. "I told 'im about us."
"You did what?"
"He needed to 'ear it from one of us, Ali."
"I know. But when did you make that decision without me?"
"When Phil caught on last night that you were my business in New York a couple of months ago."
"He did?” She quieted.
"Yeah.” He wrapped his arms around her. "The minute you started singin'."
"Oh.” She leaned her head against his chest. "I guess we 'ad to let them know sooner or later."
"I for one am 'appy.” He kissed the top of her head. "I don't 'ave to sneak around with you anymore."
"That will be nice."
"It will."

Only Time Will Tell - Part 2
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