FAN FICTION // Reflexes : Christina/Burke
Title: Reflexes
Characters: Burke, mentions of Christina
Rating: Like PG
Summary: It's all reflexes and lies we tell ourselves.
Word Count: 400ish
Author's note: A short little Burke drabble that came out of nowhere. Thanks to Stacey for the beta ;)
Burke rolled onto his side cautiously and shifted slowly as a reflex. It took him thirty seconds to remember that there was no one to wake up.
It was a reflex. Rolling softly. Standing up slowly. Creeping in the hall and avoiding the spots that creaked. He still had a hard time turning on the water in the sink full blast. He let it stream softly and then drip. When he used the microwave, he always opened the door before the alarm went off. He told himself that he wasn't holding on, looking for something that wasn't there. But weeks passed and the wind got colder, her box of stuff got dustier. It was then that he finally embraced the fact that she was never coming back, and he told himself he didn't want her to.
He remembered all that he had tried to move past, the words they threw and the carefully aimed insults they slung at the most deadly targets- they were surgeons after all, they knew what would cause the most damage. It was when he remembered the wounds that he turned the faucet on full blast.
It was those moments that he let the microwave alarm beep five times before he opened it and then he slammed the door. He played the radio while he cooked breakfast and he didn't bother making a full pot of coffee.
Burke told himself that all those things meant he was letting go, moving on. He told himself the words and pretended he believed them.
Characters: Burke, mentions of Christina
Rating: Like PG
Summary: It's all reflexes and lies we tell ourselves.
Word Count: 400ish
Author's note: A short little Burke drabble that came out of nowhere. Thanks to Stacey for the beta ;)
Burke rolled onto his side cautiously and shifted slowly as a reflex. It took him thirty seconds to remember that there was no one to wake up.
It was a reflex. Rolling softly. Standing up slowly. Creeping in the hall and avoiding the spots that creaked. He still had a hard time turning on the water in the sink full blast. He let it stream softly and then drip. When he used the microwave, he always opened the door before the alarm went off. He told himself that he wasn't holding on, looking for something that wasn't there. But weeks passed and the wind got colder, her box of stuff got dustier. It was then that he finally embraced the fact that she was never coming back, and he told himself he didn't want her to.
He remembered all that he had tried to move past, the words they threw and the carefully aimed insults they slung at the most deadly targets- they were surgeons after all, they knew what would cause the most damage. It was when he remembered the wounds that he turned the faucet on full blast.
It was those moments that he let the microwave alarm beep five times before he opened it and then he slammed the door. He played the radio while he cooked breakfast and he didn't bother making a full pot of coffee.
Burke told himself that all those things meant he was letting go, moving on. He told himself the words and pretended he believed them.