HOME
Doc Marten
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is to be taken as such. This is no indication of the relationship, sexual orientation or actual personalities of either Shawn Johnson, Nastia Liukin or Valeri and Anna Liukin. Lyrics are "Home" by Daughtry. Credit goes to Chris Daughtry.
AN: Ok, y'all..another trip to Shawn/Nastialand from Nastia's POV. This came to me after reading "Lullaby" by brassbikini on olympic_slash. Thanks to brassbikini for inspiring me, and being a most able beta reader. And, I value feedback. Please comment or email me at dmarten90@gmail.com to tell me how you like this. Thanks.
I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.
So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.
I love it when Shawn and I sleep together. Not because of the most obvious reason, though I do love making love to my girl. It's when she sleeps. Most of the time, she sleeps on top of me, since I like to sleep on my back. What's really cute is that when we go to bed, she wraps herself around me almost like a boa constrictor, and then lays her head on my shoulder and sighs contentedly. It makes my heart melt just thinking about it. She's cute and sweet and sexy all at the same time.
We started sleeping together after we discovered how we really felt about each other. Sex didn't figure into the picture at first. I was dreading not having her in bed with me at night. I just love watching her sleep, feeling her heart against mine, the rhythm of her breathing, how she trusts me to hold her while she's at her most vulnerable. I've never felt so safe or secure with anyone else, and I know she feels the same way about me.
Just thinking about it.. dreaming about it.. made me wish I were anywhere but here.. in this huge limo in Los Angeles with my dad. We were going to Jay Leno's show. Dad saw that I wasn't my usual talkative self, staring out the window, watching LA go by almost without saying a word. I was lonely, and my father knew something was up.
"Nastia, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Dad." I replied, glumly. Yup, I was in a mood.
"You forget who you're talking to," he said in Russian. He was having none of it.
Switching to Russian was safer. The paparazzi are crazy in LA, and I didn't want anything we were saying to end up on TMZ in an hour. The media had been on my ass from the moment our plane touched down.
"So," my dad continued. "What's wrong?"
I couldn't lie to him. He's my dad, not just my coach.
"Shawn." I answered with a sigh. "I miss her."
He smiled. "I know, Nastia."
My head immediately shot up, noticing the change in his tone of voice.. it was gentler. Softer. "What?"
"I know.. about you and Shawn," he said, taking a deep breath. "That you love her. That you're not just friends."
I gaped at him, astonished. I thought we had covered our tracks. The whole time in Beijing, we were careful not to expose ourselves. I was afraid at how my parents would react.. and yet my dad knew anyway. He knew me.
"Anastasia Valeryevna," Dad said sternly, using the traditional form of address. "How couldn't I know? The way you two smile at each other...." Dad grinned, remembering when he was my age and falling in love with my mom. "Reminds me so much of your mother and I."
I blushed and smiled back at him. "Really?"
Dad nodded, not losing that big grin. "Da. You two together.. well, to me that's natural. I'm not angry with you at all. You're my daughter. That doesn't change. Now, the folks at USAG might be upset if they find out. But to hell with them. If you and Shawn are happy together, I'll make sure those people don't have a thing to say about it."
I smiled, remembering the lyrics to Shawn's favorite song. Careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it all.
And I did. I got it all. The medals.. those were the only thing I really wanted. They came with fame, however, and I knew that from the beginning. Dad told me about the others before me who had done it: Olga, Nadia, Mary Lou.. and what the fame had done to them. We had to be careful about this and to not buy into it too much. Fame's nice, but this media tour was dragging me down. Dad knew it. He insisted that after Leno we would go home. No more talk shows or appearances. Back to work.. to normalcy.. whatever that was anymore. But there was one more thing before that happened: my victory parade at home.
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The reception when we got back to Texas was awesome. It was incredible to see people I haven't seen in years, all kinds of hugs and congratulations.The parade was fun, but it wasn't as fun as it would've been with Shawn by my side. All this attention was draining me. Dad still knew it. That's why we got back to Plano as soon as we could.
Mom was waiting for us. After all the hugs and kisses, I got into my room although I did think it weird that my parents were following me, huge smiles on their faces, like something was up that I didn't know about. I opened the door.. and there, asleep from jet lag, was Shawn.
I turned to my mom and dad, who stood there grinning like fools.
"How long?" I asked in Russian.
"The rest of the summer." Dad grinned. "Her parents said it was okay."
"I love you guys," I responded, tears running down my face. I knew what this meant.. they accepted us.
"We love you too, Stasia," Mom said. "This doesn't change that."
"I was kinda worried," I admitted.
"Stasia," Dad replied, "Sure. We're from the 'old school' as you kids say, but we're not that behind the times."
Dad gathered Mom and I in a huge hug, and held us for a long time. Then, he broke it up. "I'm sure you need a nap."
So I went into my room, softly closed the door and changed into my comfy clothes. Wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts I stole from my dad, I got into bed with my girl, trying to not to wake her up. She stirred anyway, and I was met with the sleepiest of smiles. It was the best welcome home present I'd ever gotten.
"Hey."
I grinned back. "Hey, yourself."
"Your parents are awesome, you know that?" Shawn replied, sliding into her usual spot.. right on top of me. She sighed again, happy to be back in my arms. She had missed me too.
"Damn right." I grinned. "How'd your parents..?"
"They're not mad, if that's what you're thinking," Shawn grinned back. "Actually they said we remind them of them when they were younger."
"Funny." I said, nuzzling Shawn's cheek. "That's what my parents said to me."
"Yup," Shawn responded, snuggling close to me. "This is just meant to be, Staska."
I had to laugh. Once upon a time, Shawn didn't know that much Russian. Using -ka behind a name wasn't exactly.. well.. nice. Russian nicknames are tricky, but my girl didn't know that. I ignored it at the time and taught her the basics later.
"Ya daryu tebe svayu lyubov," I whispered back, using one of the phrases I had taught her in Beijing.
"Love you too, Stasi," Shawn murmured, falling asleep again.
I just laid there and watched her sleep until I finally felt myself drifting off. I felt safe and secure again. I sighed, burying my face in her shoulder.
'Finally,' I thought. 'I'm home.'
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