A year and a half later

She could hear him before she saw him. She'd know his footsteps anywhere; it didn't matter that they were muffled by soft sand of muted by the sound of the waves breaking. She'd still know it was him.

Ginger stayed where she was sitting, waiting for the Professor to sit down beside her. Many months had passed since she let any thought of being with him go. She thought time would heal all for them both. They would move and go back to being friends. They did go back to being friends, but her love for him never went away. If anything, it grew more intense as time passed.

The Professor finally sat down next to Ginger and smiled at her. She gave him a rather wan smile in return. He knew she was very sad and he knew why. He thought of the phrase "if you love someone, you'll let them go" more than a few times and came to realize that that was exactly what Ginger did for him.

It was a while before the Professor could wrap his head around the magnitude of what she did. He had no idea a person could feel that deep – he never had. At least not until recently.

"How are you," the Professor asked.

"I'm alright," Ginger replied without looking at him.

"Are you?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders in a very un-Professor like manner. "I was just wondering, I suppose. You look like you have a lot on your mind these days."

"I'm alright," Ginger repeated. Her shoulders seemed to sag without her realizing it.

"Well, I read something very interesting some time ago," the Professor said, another smile appearing on his face.

"Did you," she asked disinterestedly. She was still looking out towards the waves.

"Yes – would you like to hear it," he asked.

"Sure, Professor." Ginger tried not to sigh out loud. She loved the man, but he knew she had no interest in anything science related.

"You are the moon, and I am the water. You attract me with your pull, I cannot resist you. When you disappear, I am flat and unmoving."

Ginger's eyes grew round as she finally turned to face the Professor.

"When you appear again, you move me. I ebb and flow, my tides rise and fall as you come and go. You are my light in the darkest hours. I need you, my light. You are so far away, but still I try to reach you. You are so distant, but I wish you could see me." The Professor's eyes never left hers as he reached up and ran his hand along her cheekbone. "See what you do to me; see what you do for me? But I am content as long as my moon appears again. You are the moon and I am the water."

"My poem... You're the one who found my journal, aren't you," she asked quietly.

"Yes," he replied gently. "I didn't intend to read it. I was just looking inside to who it belonged to. But then I saw the writing and began to read. It was fascinating."

Ginger averted her eyes. The intense look on his face as he stared at her coupled with the fact that this man had just recited her own poem - that was never meant to see the light of day - back to her was almost too much for her to deal with.

He put his hand under her chin and pulled her face back up. "The poem was lovely. You have no idea how deeply I was moved by it."

"What are you saying," Ginger asked.

"I'm saying that reading your poem has given me insight into who you are as a person," the Professor responded.

"Even after… what happened," Ginger asked. She could scarcely believe what she was hearing.

"I know why you did what you did, but you've also earned my trust again," he said. "I feel something for you deep inside. I've tried to ignore it but I can't anymore. I guess what I'm trying - rather inarticulately - to say is that I don't know if I can love you. But I want to try... Would you be willing to let me try?"

Ginger smiled and nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew she didn't deserve this moment. She gently took his hand in hers. He gripped her hand tightly as they both turned to watch the stars.

It was a tentative, new beginning for them both. Ginger felt positive there would be a happy ending this time around.


A/N: Hello! I can't believe it's done now! The story was only meant to be a one-shot but turned into this. It's certainly not the best GI story out there, but it's what I got. Anyway, thank you for reading this little fanfic and commenting. It took me a long time to finish this and people still kept reading anyway. I really appreciate that. Thank you for all the support. :)