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Immortal	By : shibbydm Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 3471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Gerard woke the next day and cursed his headache. Rolling over he ignored the suns rays and pulled the duvet closer over his body, snuggling in he drifted slowly to sleep and dreamt of the life he had just lost. Katy had been his everything; she had always been there for him. Dating her felt right, the sex was fantastic and it hadn’t been long before he had asked her to move in. Gerard could have spent the rest of his life with her, until he walked home and found her in bed with an Ex. At that moment he knew he was living a lie, he still was really. Each day he woke and smiled to his mother, he walked about his town, but he felt empty. What if she was the one for him? What if that was his one chance and he had let her slip away.
’Son, breakfast is going cold, or should I say dinner. Get out of bed. Your not 16 anymore’ Margaret called through to his room. Swiping the pillow over his head, Gerard curled up tighter and longer for peace. ‘I will throw cold water on you again’.
’Ignore her son, get your head down’ his stepfathers voice filled the room, ‘You need to relax more’ he laughed closing the door over.
Gerard tossed and turned for a few more minutes, but found himself awake. Climbing out of bed he grabbed some pills to nurse his head and tried to piece the night together, he knew he was out with Paul and he had left early. He remembered a young girl. She was in trouble. Blinking he shook his head, he must have been dreaming, he consoled himself, crawling to the shower and washing away his pain. Pressing his face hard against the shower wall he felt his heart sinking. ‘Why Katy?’ he sighed to himself. Rubbing down his body and stepping out of the shower reached for the towel to dry himself. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a v-neck jumper he gave no thought to the rest of the day, instead he crashed on the sofa and stared at the television.
’Gerard why don’t you go into town again tonight? Did you have fun last night’ Margaret soothed, passing him a cup of tea. Gerard sighed, he knew his mother meant well but he was close to snapping, he couldn’t be mollycoddled anymore, or treated like a child.
’Mum please stop. I’m not ill, I’m just heart broken ok? I don’t need you hindering around me, please just be normal’
Margaret smiled, running a hand through her sons thick hair, ‘Sorry son, I just hate seeing you like this’
’I hate being like this’ Gerard smiled back, sipping at his tea, ‘But I’m no closer to feeling any better, I loved her. I still do’
Margaret bit her tongue; her own heart jabbed, in truth she had taken to Katy very well. A young sweet girl, or so she had seemed, her true colours now shone for all to see, most of all Gerard. Hearing the door rap Margaret threw her apron down, taking one last glance at her mournful son she braved a smile and opened the door.
’Morning officer’ she smiled, opening the door for the local inspector.
’Morning Margaret is Gerard here?.’
’He is, Jim is out in the garden if you wanted him’ Margaret nodded toward the backdoor, now used to the mans visits, to talk about gardening and nature with her husband. Richard looked about, spotting Gerard in the living room he tipped his hat politely to Margaret, ‘I’m actually here to see your son if that’s ok?’
’Of course, would you like some tea?’
’No thank you’
’He has been behaving himself hasn’t he?’ Margaret laughed, watching the man walk over to the TV and stand n front of it. Gerard stared up at the police officer he had spent his youth running from and winked, ‘you all right Richard’ he laughed, placing his cup down and rising to shake his hand. Richard didn’t smile back.
’What’s wrong?’ Gerard asked, his hand still in mid air waiting for Richards.
’Gerard I need you to come to the station with me. You need to answer a few questions’
’Excuse me?’ Gerard spluttered, dropping his hand to his side, ‘what do you mean? What do you want?’
’Gerard take it easy, you were seen leaving an attempted rape scene last night, if you don’t come along I will have to arrest you. You don’t want that and neither do I’
’Gerard what’s going on?’ Margaret asked, sweeping in from the kitchen.
’Nothing mum, Richard wants some help moving some furniture, I’ll be a few hours’ Gerard smiled, kissing his mothers cheek, ‘Dinner can wait, I’ll eat later on’
‘Such a good boy’ Margaret gushed, smiling as Gerard walked out of the house, with Richard trailing behind him.
Climbing into the car, Gerard sighed, ‘This is not how I wanted to spend one of my days off’
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Richard sat nervously fiddling with papers, trying to ignore Gerard’s piercing stare as he sat opposite him in the cold interview room. Beside Richard sat his partner, who had no emotional attachment to Gerard or his family, so he didn’t understand just how impossible it was for Gerard to be guilty. Don had been Richards partner for years, and walked into this room ready to arrest Gerard if his story didn’t fit.
’Look Gerard’ Richard smiled, ‘I know you. I know you didn’t so this just tell us where you were last night, and we can be out of here before you know it ok?’
Gerard sighed and smiled, ‘Ok shoot’
’Where were you last night?’ Don growled, staring at Gerard. Gerard stared right back, ‘I went to Bacchus with Paul Clarke, drank, then left and walked home’
’Did you see anything funny on your way home’ Richard pressed.
Gerard thought hard, then suddenly a scream hit him, ‘Yes’ he spoke, suddenly recalling events of last night that he hadn’t before. ‘I do, she was screaming’
’the girl was screaming’ Don repeated, ‘At this point what were you doing?’
Richard’s face went white, sudden images of Gerard assaulting a girl, then explaining to his mother were flashing through his mind. ‘Gerard?’ he begged, ‘What?’
Gerard’s face screwed up in concentration as he tried to piece the night back together ’The girl, she screamed, I ran over and he was all over her’
‘who’ Richard almost cried.
’I don’t know, I shoved him and he hit the floor. Christ I forgot about this, I helped her up and then I left. I should have stayed with her but people were running over and didn’t feel like a confrontation or a debate over where the other guy had gone. Is she ok?’ Gerard blinked, trying hard to remember anything else/
’the girl is fine, she mentioned two men, are you saying you were the second?’ Don asked.
’I was, I will stand in court and say that. I can’t offer anything else, he was shorter than me, but not by much. It was dark, I saw nothing else. Did she?’
’No, she didn’t’ Richard couldn’t stop smiling, pleased at Gerard intervening. Pleased that as usual the man had outshone people around him, and proved others wrong. Don stared at Richard and rolled his eyes, ‘Ok interview terminated at 2.45pm. Well Gerard it seems you are the hero of the piece, well done’ Don extended his hand, still no smile crossed his face. But Gerard knew the hand meant more, and took it, shaking it back warmly, he stood and collected his jacket. Richard stepped up as well, twirling his car keys.
’Its ok, I will walk back I need some air’ Gerard smiled, Richard walked him out to the front of the building.
’You did a good thing last night Gerard.’
’Is she really ok?’ Gerard asked, ‘Really?’
’Shook up, certainly. Between you and me I think she knows more about her attacker than she is saying, but if she wont talk we cant help, so that’s that. She is however eager to know who you are, she wants to thank you. Am I ok to give her your address or your number?’
Gerard stared out to the sky, and nodded, ‘See you later Richard. Move your own wardrobe next time’ he winked, as the mans eyes twinkled with laugher.

Gerard passed the next few days in Scotland, some days he refused to get out of bed. His heart hurt too much, he had so much pent up energy inside, only long walks or vigorous work outs helped, otherwise he would lie awake for hours wondering why no woman could love him for who he was. On the outside he was as bright as he usually was, but inside he was breaking. One day he decided he was ready to go home, packing his bags he hugged his mother and stepfather tightly thanking them for their love and understanding.
’Son please stay until you are yourself again’ Margaret begged.
’I am myself, I just miss my home, I miss the star bucks on every corner’ he joked; ‘You have to come visit me soon ok?’ he smiled, kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly. Letting go, he smiled as she linked her arm through Jims and wondered if he would ever find a love like theirs. He was walking to his car when he heard his mother shout, running toward him she held a letter. Gerard rolled down his window and closed his eyes, dreading his mother to trip. When she reached the car, he frowned at her, ‘Don’t run so fast, you might fall over and break’
’Get away with you, I bounce. Here this came for you this morning, now be off with you before I cry’ she smiled, waving him off.
Gerard honked the horn twice as he drove off, placing the letter in his back pocket; he gave it no more thought as he drove toward the airport. Meeting up with the security staff Gerard was escorted safely through the airport, not that the Scottish airport was heaving, but he was dreading his return to Heathrow. Calling ahead he informed Tonya of his arrival and prayed that the sudden decision would throw the press.

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Seating himself on the plane, he ordered his dinner and a coffee, then layback to relax. Staring out of the window he felt something in his pocket, and remembered the letter his mother had passed along. Pulling it out he flipped it over and stared at the handwriting, he didn’t recognise it. It was clearly female, it was neat and curvy. Gerard smiled, reading peoples personalities from their handwriting was something he lied to do, he wasn’t always right but it was still fun anyway. The envelope was pink, which also gave a hint that it was from a female, ripping it open he smoothed it out and began to read.

”Dear Gerard,

That night you saved me. I hope one day I can save you.
I owe you more than my life. I hope you find happiness one day.

Yours faithfully

Elizabeth Ericsson”

Gerard flipped the paper over, there was an address but nothing more, smiling he placed the letter back on the side, pleased he could help somebody out. ‘Hope you will find happiness’ he mused aloud; clearly everyone had been reading the papers. Relaxing his head back once more he drifted softly into a restless dream.

He was lying in a bed, he couldn’t move his body but he felt safe, he was warm and comfortable. Opening his eyes he saw Katy above him, smiling down she whispered that she loved him and kissed him softly. Gerard’s body was suddenly able to move, as his tongue explored hers, he pushed her against him and groaned with pleasure, as she rubbed herself down his body. Leaving a trail of kisses.
’Gerard’ she whispered, ‘Do you love me?’
’You know I do’ he groaned.
’You would do anything?’
’Please. Anything’
’then watch me’ she cackled, suddenly he was thrown, in the corner of his eye he could see her kissing another man, he could see him holding her, pushing her down, she was groaning in approval. She cried out as he made love to her. Once again Gerard couldn’t move his body.
’Katy why?’ he cried, ‘Why?’

Jolting awake, Gerard stared around him, he felt his eyes grow moist and wiped away the forbidden tears, hoping nobody had noticed he turned back to the window, and glanced at his watch, he had only been asleep a few minutes but that was enough to keep him awake for the rest of the flight. Ever since he had the experience of finding her with somebody else, he had recurring nightmares. Inside he was scared she had planned it so, and his insecurities came out in his dreams. The pink paper glared at him until he picked it up and re read it once more. Grabbing his own pen, and asking the stewardess for some paper, he set about his reply.

”Dear Elizabeth

Glad I could be of help, I could hardly walk by and live with myself could I? I hope the police find him and you can get over that experience and live your life once more. Thank you for your kind words. I am not an unhappy man, far from it. I live a life better than most, events of late have left me somewhat upset, but it’s nothing for you to worry about.

Your Friend

Gerard Butler”

Upon returning home, he posted it quickly and thought no more about it, stepping off the plane, he was greeting by a wall of flashes and reminded himself once again never to underestimate the sheer ignorance and insensitivity or the press. Battling his way through a thousand questions surrounding Katy, and a mere few about his next career move, he found himself shoved in the back of a limousine.
’Rough times Butler’ a familiar voice laughed. Gerard looked over and Tonya who was holding a bottle of water to him.
’Oh yes, rough indeed’ he smiled, grabbing the bottle, and opening it, ‘Take me home?’ he whined.
’Almost there Butler’ she laughed.

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Elizabeth paced the room staring at the letter, she hadn’t expected a reply, and was rather stunned by his almost boasting approach to explaining how love wasn’t everything. If she was reading between the lines of course. However the one thing that was obvious was that he expected a reply, he had put his home address there, and labelled himself her friend. Grabbing a pen she mused then began to write.

”Dear Gerard.

I know a few men who would have turned a blind eye to a wench indeed. Great word wench. You however don’t fall into that category thank god. I’m aware of your lifestyle, and admit you seem happy most of the time, but I have seen your eyes after your “Recent events” and they aren’t smiling anymore. Please don’t think me rude or invading, you may not wish to reply at all, I only ask that if you do, you don’t lie to me. Your correct when you say its nothing for me to worry about, in truth its none of my business, but I owe you more than just a shoulder to cry on. You saved me, I want to listen to you. Your choice. Either way I hope you are well and got home safely. Richard introduced me to your mother the other day, why didn’t you tell her what you did? Expect a telephone call, she isn’t pleased.

Yours faithfully

Elizabeth’

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Gerard stared at the letter, amazed by its frankness and friendliness. This was a woman he had met once in a dark alley, already she knew his mother, and she was writing to him like they were friends. True to her letter, Gerard’s mother had called, raging about him not telling her of his heroic act, and saying how lovely Elizabeth was. Apparently Elizabeth was now a friend of his mothers, and often did her weekly shop for her if it was too cold. Gerard grinned, holding his latest letter they had been writing for weeks now, he found it fun to write to somebody he had never met. It was odd to think of her up there living in his hometown, drinking tea with his mother, and living her life. Nowadays their letters were a lot more informal, and jokes were swapped regularly. The more he learnt about her, the more he liked, and he was looking forward to heading home once more to join her for a cup of coffee. By this stage he couldn’t remember what she looked like, all he knew was what she told him, and his mother was useless she described everybody as a pretty wee thing, she he couldn’t go by her account. Aside from the letters, nothing much had changed in his life. His broken heart was still in pieces; his career was still at a halt, though he had been pondering whether he should return to the stage for a few shows. Holding her letter in his hand, he stared at her handwriting, then flicked off the light and rolled over in his empty bed. Staring to his bedside table, he looked at himself, with Katy wrapped around his neck, they looked so happy, who would know she was about to destroy him days after that photo was taken. Reaching out, he knocked it on its face and turned away to rest his eyes once more.
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