Birthday Fic for Hendercats - COURSE CORRECTED
Wishing you the happiest of Birthdays ever! You have become a dear friend since I slicked up that floor and then jacked up one side, thus dumping you unceremoniously into the Lost kingdom crossing from the Caribbean to sail the waters of the South Pacific. I'm awfully glad you are here, dear, and so is a certain Scot, who just breezed by and mentioned we should get at it, as he's getting a little claustrophobic while waiting in those caves.....
In the mean time, here's a little ficlet. Kinda angsty - - - sorry about that. ;)
COURSE CORRECTED
He surfaced from oblivion, lying flat on his back in the street, arms flung out like Christ on the Cross, with the stillness of dawn wrapped around him. There was a voice from above saying, Can I help you, brother? as he focused on the rope tied 'round gray homespun wool and the hand extended toward him in a gesture of aid. He didn't understand how he had come to be there, but he knew with some certainty that this was his path to a higher calling; this was the way he was meant to go.
~~~
He came to, lying flat on his back with a cool hardwood floor beneath him and the stench of paint in his nostrils, arms cast wide to either side. He didn't know how he had gotten there - had gotten back - or exactly where he had been, but back he was, and she was there, behaving as though he had never been away. He knew without a doubt that nothing in the world could ever make him leave her again.
~~~
He woke from nothing, lying flat on his back, naked on the jungle floor. His aching arms were stretched out straight, perpendicular to his battered body, like those of a rag doll tossed on the dust bin. His head reeled with the realization that he was back on the bloody island, that time had shifted and Penny was lost to him once more. The universe had nudged him, pushed him, shoved him, until he was forced to turn the key and doom himself to the living hell of a life without her. And this, as he had been told before, was the only great thing that he would ever do. He had fulfilled his destiny, and in doing so, had sacrificed the only thing that he had ever truly cared about.
~~~
Nothing was familiar, except the position.
He was dozing on the floor of a cave, flat on his back with his arms thrown wide, but for the first time he knew exactly how he had gotten there, what had come before and what would come after. He didn't know from flashes forward or back, he knew from here and now. He knew from the peace within his soul. He knew from the vision slumbering next to him, from the weight of the leg resting across his own, from the breath warming the side of his neck.
He bent one arm, his fingers ghosting across strands of sun-bleached hair, and lay for a moment watching the play of light from the dying fire as it cast shadows across the stubbled cheek, the broad chest, the large hand curled slightly against his own stomach. He sighed, content in the moment, and in the certainty of others to come.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts
In the mean time, here's a little ficlet. Kinda angsty - - - sorry about that. ;)
COURSE CORRECTED
He surfaced from oblivion, lying flat on his back in the street, arms flung out like Christ on the Cross, with the stillness of dawn wrapped around him. There was a voice from above saying, Can I help you, brother? as he focused on the rope tied 'round gray homespun wool and the hand extended toward him in a gesture of aid. He didn't understand how he had come to be there, but he knew with some certainty that this was his path to a higher calling; this was the way he was meant to go.
~~~
He came to, lying flat on his back with a cool hardwood floor beneath him and the stench of paint in his nostrils, arms cast wide to either side. He didn't know how he had gotten there - had gotten back - or exactly where he had been, but back he was, and she was there, behaving as though he had never been away. He knew without a doubt that nothing in the world could ever make him leave her again.
~~~
He woke from nothing, lying flat on his back, naked on the jungle floor. His aching arms were stretched out straight, perpendicular to his battered body, like those of a rag doll tossed on the dust bin. His head reeled with the realization that he was back on the bloody island, that time had shifted and Penny was lost to him once more. The universe had nudged him, pushed him, shoved him, until he was forced to turn the key and doom himself to the living hell of a life without her. And this, as he had been told before, was the only great thing that he would ever do. He had fulfilled his destiny, and in doing so, had sacrificed the only thing that he had ever truly cared about.
~~~
Nothing was familiar, except the position.
He was dozing on the floor of a cave, flat on his back with his arms thrown wide, but for the first time he knew exactly how he had gotten there, what had come before and what would come after. He didn't know from flashes forward or back, he knew from here and now. He knew from the peace within his soul. He knew from the vision slumbering next to him, from the weight of the leg resting across his own, from the breath warming the side of his neck.
He bent one arm, his fingers ghosting across strands of sun-bleached hair, and lay for a moment watching the play of light from the dying fire as it cast shadows across the stubbled cheek, the broad chest, the large hand curled slightly against his own stomach. He sighed, content in the moment, and in the certainty of others to come.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts