Fic: Dying of the Light, (Independence Day), Marilyn Whitmore/Thomas Whitmore, (1/1)
I wrote this about a week ago, and I originally just had it archived on my writing journal, but my dear friend multicolour suggested that I cross-post it here. So, here I am.
I've always loved Independence Day, and Mary's character sort of drew me in, however, as I'm sure you all agree, she really doesn't have enough screen time in the film, and yet somehow, we all cry during that scene. She's that good at pulling on the emotions of the audience.
Well, this idea grabbed me and it wouldn't let me go. It's in no way a "fixit" for the film, just a little subtle character worship and a healthy dose of angst.
Title: Dying of the Light
Author: lindsey_grissom
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Independence Day
Pairing: Marilyn Whitmore/Thomas Whitmore (The First Lady/The President)
Length: 2,000+ words
Status: Complete
Author's Note: This is what happens when you watch Independence Day and then follow it up with the British Legions' Rememberance Day Celebration. For Isa...because she inspired me without even meaning to.
Summary: His free hand reaches out and falls so painfully through nothing...
( he remembers her hair... )
I've always loved Independence Day, and Mary's character sort of drew me in, however, as I'm sure you all agree, she really doesn't have enough screen time in the film, and yet somehow, we all cry during that scene. She's that good at pulling on the emotions of the audience.
Well, this idea grabbed me and it wouldn't let me go. It's in no way a "fixit" for the film, just a little subtle character worship and a healthy dose of angst.
Title: Dying of the Light
Author: lindsey_grissom
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Independence Day
Pairing: Marilyn Whitmore/Thomas Whitmore (The First Lady/The President)
Length: 2,000+ words
Status: Complete
Author's Note: This is what happens when you watch Independence Day and then follow it up with the British Legions' Rememberance Day Celebration. For Isa...because she inspired me without even meaning to.
Summary: His free hand reaches out and falls so painfully through nothing...
( he remembers her hair... )