{Fic} tDZ: Quae non valeant singular iuncta iuvant (Edited Junefic)
I can’t believe what I said. It was insensitive and just plain wrong to even think. How could I? When did I start valuing people’s lives based on the supposed “good of the many?” All along I’ve been telling Johnny to search for a way to trip Stillson-discrediting the bastard would keep him from power and his frightening potential.... Right?
It frightens me that I argued with him over letting Rebecca fulfill the future he had foreseen. I haven’t really liked the woman, I know, but to let her die? Exchange one life for the supposed majority... That’s too familiar-I can still recall with perfect clarity the John from that alternate world I saw during my daddy’s funeral. That had been the Johnny that could have been if we hadn’t met and worked things out together.
And it makes me wonder... Did that glimpse of another person with my face and voice mean something similar? I glance at Johnny one last time before hurrying over to the SUV to distract the feds (man, we are so in trouble) and feel my chest tighten in an all too familiar way. He’s worried about her and desperate to save her. He should be in a hospital right now...
He’d do this for you, I tell myself. He’d risk everything. If you had died... he would have killed that man.
Despite that somewhat frightening thought, I have to smile to myself and some of my pain and jealousy yields.
I back up hard into the car behind me and hear the alarm go off. I speed into the street and veer to the left when one of the feds stands his ground in the street and aims a gun at me. It’s not time to die and there’s still more I can do to help give Johnny the time he needs to get to Rebecca....
I just pray it’s me he’ll return to after this disaster is done.
It frightens me that I argued with him over letting Rebecca fulfill the future he had foreseen. I haven’t really liked the woman, I know, but to let her die? Exchange one life for the supposed majority... That’s too familiar-I can still recall with perfect clarity the John from that alternate world I saw during my daddy’s funeral. That had been the Johnny that could have been if we hadn’t met and worked things out together.
And it makes me wonder... Did that glimpse of another person with my face and voice mean something similar? I glance at Johnny one last time before hurrying over to the SUV to distract the feds (man, we are so in trouble) and feel my chest tighten in an all too familiar way. He’s worried about her and desperate to save her. He should be in a hospital right now...
He’d do this for you, I tell myself. He’d risk everything. If you had died... he would have killed that man.
Despite that somewhat frightening thought, I have to smile to myself and some of my pain and jealousy yields.
I back up hard into the car behind me and hear the alarm go off. I speed into the street and veer to the left when one of the feds stands his ground in the street and aims a gun at me. It’s not time to die and there’s still more I can do to help give Johnny the time he needs to get to Rebecca....
I just pray it’s me he’ll return to after this disaster is done.