"Drabble": Resurrection

[interpretthis]

Title: Resurrection

Author: interpretthis

Fandom: Prison Break
Requested by: pamalax
Pairing/Characters: Alex/Pam

Rating: PG

Summary: “Alex.  Give me the gun.”

“Alex.  Give me the gun.”

I am surprised.  She has managed to keep the panic that is in her eyes out of her voice.  I say nothing.  I am out of words.  I keep the gun.  I imagine that says enough alone.

“Things are bad.  They have been bad for a long time.  I don’t know when they will change.  You don’t.  But there is one constant here Alex, and that is that things do change.  We can make them change.  And we don’t have to change them with a gun.  You don’t have to.  Not anymore.”

The gun is out of words.  I speak.

“Nothing in my life has ever been as easy as this.”

I watch as her panic dies and anger is given life in its place.  She is yelling now.

“Easy, is it?  Easy to take your own life and leave me behind?  Easy to leave our son?  He’s seven years old, Alex.  How will I tell him his father didn’t want to be with him anymore?”  Malice stirs in the depths of Pam’s eyes and she strikes out, her voice lowering to a hiss.  “How do I tell him that his father would rather be in hell than with his own son?”

I want to turn the barrel on her for what she’s said.  What will it matter anyway?  In a minute I will be dead.  On the way from its place against my head to point at her own, the gun falters and falls.  My fingers have a mind of their own.  My entire self has a mind of its own and I am shaking and shaking and shaking and I think maybe I will die anyway.  I watch her malice die and I don’t know what is there now, but I can’t see her eyes anymore and her arms are holding me and her lips are in my hair and I shake as I pull her to me.

FIN