Drabbles
I wrote a CI drabble this morning, so I thought I'd share. It's been a while since I wrote anything, so bear with me. LOL. I also have a short Fringe drabble that's been sitting on my harddrive for a while and I wanted to post it even though it's not exactly canon. Enjoy if you know the fandom.
Title: Something grown-ups do
Words: 195
He's never loved anyone who hasn't left him. In one way or another.
At first he thought it was him that was the problem. Hell, he grew up thinking that; thinking he wasn't lovable enough. Adult life and bitterness has taught him that he's not the faulty one. At least not solely; it takes two to tango, or whatever kind of complicated tangle of a dance it is that he engages the people he cares about in.
He thinks that maybe she will be the one who stays. Because she already has, through so much shit that he's surprised they haven't both drowned in it already. Foolishly he thinks that she will stay forever. A life without her snarky wit seems unthinkable.
But he screws up. Again. He leaves when he shouldn’t and when he returns, she's gone.
The irony of it all is that while he figured out just why he needs her so much, she fell in love with someone else. But he knows that she's been left by everyone she's ever loved too, so he can't even blame her.
All he can do is agonize over the fact that she picked Zach.
Title: Maybe she is dead
Words: 147
Alone in the dark for hours and hours - days and days - on end, she starts questioning everything.
Her thoughts, her memories, her feelings, her life.
Maybe she's dead.
When she's not in the dark, she's underneath impossibly bright lights - being poked and prodded by latex gloved hands and pricked with sharp, gleaming needles. Walter is in the background and she begs him to stop; Walter it's me. It's Olivia. Help me, Walter! Please! But he never moves, never blinks, and she thinks that maybe he isn't real.
In between the darkness and the light and the tests and the torture she dreams. She dreams of Peter, and of Ella. Of smiles and hugs and tears and kisses. Short dreams that are too fuzzy and vague for her to remember.
She wakes to more darkness, tests and torture.
Maybe she's better off dead.
Title: Something grown-ups do
Words: 195
He's never loved anyone who hasn't left him. In one way or another.
At first he thought it was him that was the problem. Hell, he grew up thinking that; thinking he wasn't lovable enough. Adult life and bitterness has taught him that he's not the faulty one. At least not solely; it takes two to tango, or whatever kind of complicated tangle of a dance it is that he engages the people he cares about in.
He thinks that maybe she will be the one who stays. Because she already has, through so much shit that he's surprised they haven't both drowned in it already. Foolishly he thinks that she will stay forever. A life without her snarky wit seems unthinkable.
But he screws up. Again. He leaves when he shouldn’t and when he returns, she's gone.
The irony of it all is that while he figured out just why he needs her so much, she fell in love with someone else. But he knows that she's been left by everyone she's ever loved too, so he can't even blame her.
All he can do is agonize over the fact that she picked Zach.
Title: Maybe she is dead
Words: 147
Alone in the dark for hours and hours - days and days - on end, she starts questioning everything.
Her thoughts, her memories, her feelings, her life.
Maybe she's dead.
When she's not in the dark, she's underneath impossibly bright lights - being poked and prodded by latex gloved hands and pricked with sharp, gleaming needles. Walter is in the background and she begs him to stop; Walter it's me. It's Olivia. Help me, Walter! Please! But he never moves, never blinks, and she thinks that maybe he isn't real.
In between the darkness and the light and the tests and the torture she dreams. She dreams of Peter, and of Ella. Of smiles and hugs and tears and kisses. Short dreams that are too fuzzy and vague for her to remember.
She wakes to more darkness, tests and torture.
Maybe she's better off dead.