Dance with me tonight

She had plagued his dreams, his thoughts, his every waking moment. Since having recovered his memory, there hadn't been a moment that the beast hadn't been consumed with the desire to see the russet woman again. He had to find her, to make sure that she had made it through the storm alright. She needed to know that he hadn't left her of his own volition. She had to know that he hadn't abandoned her, that he'd been trying for months to find her. He needed to tell her how he really felt...he needed to confess his love for the woman. His time spent away from Phoebe had brought on the realization that he loved her. They had spent so much time together before the storm that it had been something in the making, but after the storm and the loss of his memory it was when Conan realized that he loved Phoebe. He would do anything for her, even give his own life if it meant she was able to continue living. He couldn't go the rest of his life not knowing if she didn't feel the same way.


He could feel the organ in his chest thumping against its constraints, each beat a moment longer that he was without Phoebe. Would she hear his call? And if she did, would she even want to see him? Question after question circled his mind but he could do nothing to abate them, simply stand in place, his gaze roving the area around him, hoping, waiting to see any trace of Phoebe. The sound of paw steps had the beast turning to see who was responsible for them, only to have his heart leap into his throat. Phoebe. His phoebe. She walked towards him, whispering his name as tears glistened in her eyes. Conan ran forward to close the gap between them, his massive skull curling around Phoebe's neck, holding her tightly to him as he breathed in her scent. I love you. He murmured into her fur, unable to wait until they had said their hellos. He needed her to know and he didn't want to wait a second longer.


"Burn Baby Burn"