FIC: You, blue-ish Cortina, by wesseling
Title: You
Author: wesseling
Word Count: 464
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
A/N: So, this has been lying around for four years now. Maybe right now I'm just drunk enough to post it.
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You want to take out the trash when a package catches your eye.
You are careful not to touch the used tissues with your hand while you pull out the small carton out of the black plastic bag. You read the letters on the blue box and now know why you thought it was important to get it out.
It is a pregnancy test.
Your heart starts beating faster. You put the carton on top of the toilet lit, open the cupboard under the sink and get your gloves. All prepared you start looking through the bin bag and soon find the used content of the package.
You thoughtfully turn it in your hand and take a look at the display.
Two blue lines.
You grab the package and read the instructions. It means ‘yes’, two blue lines mean ‘yes’. You smile. You put the test and the emtpy package back in the bin bag and you still smile.
While walking out to the street you decide to wait. You let her surprise you. She’s not here now, won’t be for two days, but you can wait. It’ll be worth it, you know it.
When she returns she doesn’t say anything. She’s stressed. You let her rest in your arms at night. You feel at ease when you hold her.
You have to leave town the next day. Invest your case. You think of her. You think of her and you together. You think of her and you and your future. You decide to bring her flowers tonight. You know she will like them.
You stop at her favorite flower shop, pick out a wonderful bouquet. You smell the Christmas roses, inhale the sweet scent and you smile. You can’t help it, you feel happy.
You’re almost home, when you see her. She’s coming out of a side entrance of a clinic.
Your breath quickens and your fingers tighten around the steering wheel.
You know about that clinic. That clinic.
Someone behind you blows his horn and you decide it’s not a good idea to cause an accident and you keep on driving.
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The flowers look good in your mum’s vase. She asks you what she did right to deserve them. Everything, you answer and kiss her good-bye.
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You bury yourself in work. She’s already asleep when you come home.
You’re glad you don’t have to hold her in your arms.
It’s a new case. You hear you are in charge now. Your other case has to rest for now. You feel frustrated.
You try to get inside a murderer’s mind who has strangled two women. Someone who has erased life just like that.
You think of Maya and what-
“Sam,” she asks and taps the side of your head, “what is going on in there?”