Frozen Tears, Sam, Jules, PG-13
Title: Frozen Tears
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Jules
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #31 Tears
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers:
Summary: No matter how cold it was outside, it was worse inside of him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Flashpoint… trust me, you’d know if I did.
Authors Note: -runs into spotlight- I’m back!!!!! -falls over- After the recent death of my Aunt and my Grandmother I am happy to say that my writing niche has returned! I wrote this after their funerals so if it’s a little dark and doesn’t make much sense, I’m really sorry. Please forgive me!
It was always the same.
The quiet.
Then the tears.
The name and rank.
The flag draped casket.
The cold was a new one though.
He could feel it blow right through him as he stood out on the crowded tarmac. Sam shivered as he ducked his head into his shoulders trying to keep the cold winter air from going down the back of his white sweater. People surrounded him, some stone faced, some crying; holding onto their remaining loved ones as the procession slowly carried on.
Blue eyes hardened as the third wooden coffin was lifted onto the shoulders of the soldiers’ friends and carried past the eyes of the mournful watchers.
It had been six this time.
Six soldiers.
Five men,
One woman,
All killed during a patrol while on duty.
That’s why he was here.
To say goodbye to the three he had known.
Sam shivered as somewhere in the distance music started, slow and sad and he listened as a young child screamed for her father. Carefully he watched as the fourth casket went by and he doubted he could have looked away if he wanted too at this point.
The freezing cold outside on his skin was barely matched by how cold he felt inside. Numb might have been a better word for it. He couldn’t feel his heart beating in his chest, didn’t feel the frostbite settle into his cheeks… didn’t feel the tears forming at the corner of his eyes, tears that had nothing to do with the frozen wind sweeping through his body.
Sam did nothing as the blonde woman next to him collapsed to her knees. There was nothing he could do, he reasoned. She had just lost her husband… the father of the baby in her arms. Finally managing to rip his eyes away the sniper knelt down pulling the crying mother into his arms, vaguely wondering why his own hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
--
She had waited until the music had stopped, and the crying families had left. Brown eyes looked up at the blonde standing atop a small hill, a few feet away from the tarmac where he had moved to earlier. Frozen winds pricked at the bare pieces of her skin on her face she couldn’t cover and Jules wondered how the hell Sam hadn’t frozen solid with just a sweater.
Coming up next to him, the brunette took his hand in hers, wincing at the white fingers interlaced with her gloves. Surprise overtook her as Sam pulled her flush against him wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
Warmth spread through his body at the contact, chasing away a bit of the outside chill, but also melting a little more of the ice wall inside of him.
Jules smiled wrapping an arm around his back, pretending not to notice the tear drops that were rolling down his cheeks and into her scarf as he let his head rest in the crook of her neck. “Home now?”
“Yeah...”
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Jules
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #31 Tears
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers:
Summary: No matter how cold it was outside, it was worse inside of him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Flashpoint… trust me, you’d know if I did.
Authors Note: -runs into spotlight- I’m back!!!!! -falls over- After the recent death of my Aunt and my Grandmother I am happy to say that my writing niche has returned! I wrote this after their funerals so if it’s a little dark and doesn’t make much sense, I’m really sorry. Please forgive me!
It was always the same.
The quiet.
Then the tears.
The name and rank.
The flag draped casket.
The cold was a new one though.
He could feel it blow right through him as he stood out on the crowded tarmac. Sam shivered as he ducked his head into his shoulders trying to keep the cold winter air from going down the back of his white sweater. People surrounded him, some stone faced, some crying; holding onto their remaining loved ones as the procession slowly carried on.
Blue eyes hardened as the third wooden coffin was lifted onto the shoulders of the soldiers’ friends and carried past the eyes of the mournful watchers.
It had been six this time.
Six soldiers.
Five men,
One woman,
All killed during a patrol while on duty.
That’s why he was here.
To say goodbye to the three he had known.
Sam shivered as somewhere in the distance music started, slow and sad and he listened as a young child screamed for her father. Carefully he watched as the fourth casket went by and he doubted he could have looked away if he wanted too at this point.
The freezing cold outside on his skin was barely matched by how cold he felt inside. Numb might have been a better word for it. He couldn’t feel his heart beating in his chest, didn’t feel the frostbite settle into his cheeks… didn’t feel the tears forming at the corner of his eyes, tears that had nothing to do with the frozen wind sweeping through his body.
Sam did nothing as the blonde woman next to him collapsed to her knees. There was nothing he could do, he reasoned. She had just lost her husband… the father of the baby in her arms. Finally managing to rip his eyes away the sniper knelt down pulling the crying mother into his arms, vaguely wondering why his own hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
--
She had waited until the music had stopped, and the crying families had left. Brown eyes looked up at the blonde standing atop a small hill, a few feet away from the tarmac where he had moved to earlier. Frozen winds pricked at the bare pieces of her skin on her face she couldn’t cover and Jules wondered how the hell Sam hadn’t frozen solid with just a sweater.
Coming up next to him, the brunette took his hand in hers, wincing at the white fingers interlaced with her gloves. Surprise overtook her as Sam pulled her flush against him wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
Warmth spread through his body at the contact, chasing away a bit of the outside chill, but also melting a little more of the ice wall inside of him.
Jules smiled wrapping an arm around his back, pretending not to notice the tear drops that were rolling down his cheeks and into her scarf as he let his head rest in the crook of her neck. “Home now?”
“Yeah...”