Song Story: The Masquerade is Over

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

The lovemaking was incredible; the couple moved together with the familiarity that comes from knowing one another intimately, almost psychically. Words were unnecessary; hands and lips moved to places sure to evoke pleasure. The bed they were moving upon was their battlefield, one they fought upon often. There was never defeat, but the victory wasn’t always shared by both. Tonight, victory was his and she knew it.

They laid wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in afterglow. She wiped away a tear before he noticed it and laid her hand against his cheek and reached up to softly plant a kiss on his lips. “You’re taking the CEA position, aren’t you?”

Napoleon flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “Yes. Oh, Clara, I want this, I really do. I’ll be the youngest CEA ever and I know I’ll be good. It’s just that…”

“It’s just that if you take that position, you know we’ll be through. I really want you to accept the Chief Security Agent position. That way, we could be married. Don’t you want to marry me, Napoleon?”

He leaned up and put his head on his fist and looked down at Clara. She was the first and only woman since the death of his wife years earlier to capture his heart and he loved her but…And there it is, he thought, I love her but. Why is there a but? “Being the head of Section III is an excellent job, but I can do so much more as the head of Section II. Please understand, Clara, I believe fervently that I can make a difference. That is why I joined UNCLE. That is why I have to accept the offer and become CEA. I’ve tried to wear this mask and it…just doesn’t fit.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“I see your face and I don’t want to leave, but I know in my heart that we are just too far apart to really be together. You want a husband to be with you every night and I want to save the world. I’m so sorry, my love, but I can’t do it your way. Not now. Maybe not ever.”

“I wish I could argue that you’re wrong, Napoleon, but deep down, I know your decision is the right one. We can’t keep doing this. You become CEA and I will make plans to move to Europe. We both have to move on with our lives. When you leave in the morning, understand that you are no longer welcome here.”

“I do,” Napoleon replied, “Europe, you say. Will I ever see you again?”

“If the fates are kind.”

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

So heartbreaking but yet each know what they need in their hear and will fulfill the what destiny has in store for them. Great take on the song.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, be careful what you wish for Napoleon...Europe, another time, another broken heart in your future. Nicely done.

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this good fic. You do them both credit.

I love the bit about the but

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Yes and I envisioned their parting as quite sad.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! In my mind, if there were no "but" Napoleon would have become Number I, Section III and married her.

[carabele.livejournal.com]

You capture what separated these lovers very well. There was never a lack of love between them; just a lack of common goals. Clara's were more the everyday type of goals: a happy married life. While Napoleon's goals were broader: making a real difference against injustice and evil in the world.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you understand what I was saying. Napoleon broke his own heart because he just didn't want what she wanted.

Thanks for commenting!