Story Update
OK, here's two of the stories I've written lately.
An Original Fic
Summary: She couldn’t remember how it felt to be touched.
Random Fact: I wrote this while I was feeling moderately crappy.
She couldn’t remember how it felt to be touched.
She had been an affectionate child. Feather-light kisses and hugs from her parents, friendly caresses on the head and high-fives from her friends, proud handshakes and pats on the back from her teachers. Isobel Shepard was the epitome of loved when she was a child.
Of course, all that changed when she entered high school. Her straight-A average slipped to a B average. She distanced herself from her friends and family. And gradually slipped in depression.
It wasn’t until she took a razor to her wrist and spent a week recovering in hospital that people started to notice her change in behaviour. After that, nobody looked at her the same.
Her parents never left her alone, constantly hounding her with questions. What did she do it? Where did they go wrong?
Her friends wouldn’t look her in the eyes, and long awkward silences filled their conversations, taking the place of what used to be witty puns and gentle teasing.
Her teachers were sympathetic, continuously making sure she was ‘comfortable’ and ‘happy’. As if that was a possibility, as if she could be.
And nobody dared to touch her.
She started to think that maybe she was porcelain, a fragile doll not to be played with. There was no more comforting hugs in her mothers arms, no more cheerful high-fives with her best friend, no more casual pats from her teacher.
Her skin seemed to harden, like steel, and when someone would dare to brush her skin, even the slightest, she would flinch or jump away. It scared her, made her want to weep. She felt like an emotionless statue. Soon, she didn’t laugh or smile, though she did cry.
She cried a lot. Every night in fact, she would cry herself to sleep. She would curl up in the foetal position and stuff her face in her sheets, weeping softly.
Eventually, she was she distant and cool to everyone around her, that most of her friends had given up on her. Her grades were scraping the bottom of the barrel. She could barely keep a civil conversation with her parents.
And still, nobody would touch her.
All she wanted was a caress of skin on skin. A brush of arms, the feel of nimble fingers exploring her skin.
And then he came.
He wasn’t new to town, she remembered him from first grade. He had moved away to live with his grandparents. When he entered her classroom and taken the regularly empty seat beside her, she knew he’d be the one who’d touch her.
His name was Steven Ryan, and he was the most amazing person Isobel knew. They would spend hours together, brushing shoulders, hands, legs. He told her about life and she told him about death. He was light and she was dark. They were the perfect opposites.
And then they kissed.
And she was alive again.
Because she was touched.
Copyright: I own this story, I wrote it myself and I made the banner, although Shiri and Nick own themselves. ;) Do not steal this.
Summary: Come away with me and we’ll kiss on a mountaintop. Come away with me and I’ll never stop loving you. A response to the Come Away With Me Cult Shipper Challenge.
Pairing: Claire/Boone.
Characters: Claire, Boone, Aaron.
Claire slowly rocked Aaron against her chest, whispering a song to him.
“Come away with me and we’ll kiss on a mountaintop,” she sung softly as Aaron cooed and pulled on a loose strand of blonde hair. “Come away with me and I’ll never stop loving you.”
His arms were around her waist and she snuggled into his embrace.
“I’ll never stop loving you,” he whispered in her ear, his breath on her ear causing her to shiver slightly. She giggled as he pulled away and took Aaron from her arms, placing him in his cradle. “A dance, mi’lady?” His hand was extended and with another giggle she accepted it, and they were swaying to a silent beat.
Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Claire stared up into his eyes and literally felt as if she could see into his soul. All of his love for her was evident in his eyes and she felt the corners of her lips turn up in a smile.
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies
She sighed peacefully and snuggled her head into his chest, taking in his earthly scent. She relaxed considerably when he started rubbing circles on her back and her eyes fluttered closed.
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows
knee-high
So won't you try to come
“I love you Claire,” he whispered into her hair. She pulled away from him slightly to look into his eyes once more.
“I know.”
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
Then, his lips were on hers and she felt herself melting in his arms. Her hands tangled in his hair and he pulled her tighter to him. When they pulled away, Claire was panting slightly and with a large grin, she said, “I love you too.”
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
Then, he was smiling sadly and pulling away from her warm body. She frowned and reached out to clasp his hand, but she couldn’t seem to reach it. He winked at her and suddenly, she felt herself bolt back into reality. She glanced around the beach wistfully as Aaron cried loudly next to her.
“It was just a dream?” she questioned quietly, as if worried saying it loud would make it more true. She sniffled away her tears and pulled Aaron out of his cradle and to her breast in one quick movement. She rocked him gently as she whispered a song to him and herself.
“Come away with me and we’ll kiss on a mountaintop. Come away with me and I’ll never stop loving you.”
And somehow, she knew Boone that wherever Boone was, he was listening.
~Fin~
Disclaimer: I do not own Claire, Boone or Aaron, JJ does. And Norah Jones owns Come Away With Me. I don't even own this damn computer! Grr!