where the rooms are a collection of our lives (Dogen, G)
Title: where the rooms are a collection of our lives
Characters/Parings: Dogen and Jacob. Mention of Lennon.
Rating: G
Words: 385
Summary: Money is useless when it comes to mortality. For that_evening's Luau.
Dogen buries his face in his hands and remains like this for a very long time. He cannot bear to look at his son, whose breathing is only measured by a singular beep that is occasionally misheard as silence, causing the father’s heart to freeze.
He has paid for the best possible care for his son, but money is useless when it comes to mortality.
I am sorry about your son.
For the first time in a long time, Dogen looks up. Standing in the doorway is a tall man, fair-skinned and blue-eyed. It is more than obvious that he is not from here, but his Japanese is too accurate to overlook.
The stranger continues, taking a step into the room, eyes never leaving the injured boy in the bed. It is not your fault, Dogen.
Dogen stands up immediately, a glare in his eye to rival that of a thousand demons. How do you know my name? he demands. Who are you?
I am here to help you. The man’s calm tone never changes, even when threatened. His voice is devoid of any humor, but Dogen gives a harsh laugh.
You? he sneers, motioning to his unconscious, bed-ridden child. Help? The doctors say there is very little chance, if any, that he will awake from his coma. What makes you think you can do anything to help him?
For the first time, the man takes his eyes off the boy and looks at Dogen. What if I said that I could heal your son? That I can return him to the way he was before?
Images of his son’s smile after a homerun flash through his mind, but he pushes them away.
Then I’d say you were a fool.
~*~
Years later, Dogen is unable to remember exactly what Jacob did to his son -- he supposes the Island has a habit of erasing memory of life before, like a jealous lover intent on making them your whole world.
But what he does remember is that he willingly traded his freedom to dwell in this place, trapped behind crumbling walls and with only a baseball and a translator he doesn’t even need to keep him company.
But his trust in Jacob never wanes, not for one moment -- and Dogen supposes that’s something worth fighting for.
Characters/Parings: Dogen and Jacob. Mention of Lennon.
Rating: G
Words: 385
Summary: Money is useless when it comes to mortality. For that_evening's Luau.
Dogen buries his face in his hands and remains like this for a very long time. He cannot bear to look at his son, whose breathing is only measured by a singular beep that is occasionally misheard as silence, causing the father’s heart to freeze.
He has paid for the best possible care for his son, but money is useless when it comes to mortality.
I am sorry about your son.
For the first time in a long time, Dogen looks up. Standing in the doorway is a tall man, fair-skinned and blue-eyed. It is more than obvious that he is not from here, but his Japanese is too accurate to overlook.
The stranger continues, taking a step into the room, eyes never leaving the injured boy in the bed. It is not your fault, Dogen.
Dogen stands up immediately, a glare in his eye to rival that of a thousand demons. How do you know my name? he demands. Who are you?
I am here to help you. The man’s calm tone never changes, even when threatened. His voice is devoid of any humor, but Dogen gives a harsh laugh.
You? he sneers, motioning to his unconscious, bed-ridden child. Help? The doctors say there is very little chance, if any, that he will awake from his coma. What makes you think you can do anything to help him?
For the first time, the man takes his eyes off the boy and looks at Dogen. What if I said that I could heal your son? That I can return him to the way he was before?
Images of his son’s smile after a homerun flash through his mind, but he pushes them away.
Then I’d say you were a fool.
~*~
Years later, Dogen is unable to remember exactly what Jacob did to his son -- he supposes the Island has a habit of erasing memory of life before, like a jealous lover intent on making them your whole world.
But what he does remember is that he willingly traded his freedom to dwell in this place, trapped behind crumbling walls and with only a baseball and a translator he doesn’t even need to keep him company.
But his trust in Jacob never wanes, not for one moment -- and Dogen supposes that’s something worth fighting for.