FM July Topic - "Set Fire To The Third Bar" by Snow Patrol
"I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science."
Max officially had everything she'd been missing out on in the post-Pulse world of Seattle 2020. Unlimited hot water for unlimited baths, no boiling or scheduling required. Tryptophan as easily and cheaply available as aspirin. A place almost like Logan's. No more abandoned buildings with the need for roomates or bribing cops just to keep a roof over her head. She could go to the grocery store and buy olive oil instead of breaking in to the Italian Embassy for it. Anything she wanted or had ever dreamed of was practically at her fingertips.
And the best part was that Manticore already had her. The tiny version of her due to stage the big breakout in just a few years. So no one was chasing her. Even Ames White was over a decade away from hearing her barcode. It was almost perfect. Except that all her friends, her whole family, they were all still back in that post-Pulse world. Still having to fight just to not be captured or killed. Still boiling the water.
She noticed Alec was perfectly happy back in time, and it didn't surprise her. That he wouldn't even want to go back where they belonged. Because no matter how much he thought he could fit himself in in 2007, no matter how normal his life was supposed to be with the job and the girlfriend and everything else he had going for him, he was still out of place. A Nomlie, not that she told him that. Wasn't her place to tell him which year she belonged in. Just because she knew where she belonged.
At night, she dreams of Logan. His face, the way he smelled, what she could remember of his touch, before the retro virus came into play. Then she'd look at pictures of a Seattle that was long dead by the time she got free to wander out into it. The building Logan lived in, somehow even nicer. She missed him. If he'd been able to come with her, then maybe the past wouldn't be such a bad place after all. But he wasn't there, and she couldn't even figure out how to reach him through a 13 year gap.
So what Max was really doing was missing out on the one thing that had been everything and not even a pre-Pulse world could make up for that.
She had to find a way back.
"After I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in."
Max Guevera
Dark Angel
399 Words
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science."
Max officially had everything she'd been missing out on in the post-Pulse world of Seattle 2020. Unlimited hot water for unlimited baths, no boiling or scheduling required. Tryptophan as easily and cheaply available as aspirin. A place almost like Logan's. No more abandoned buildings with the need for roomates or bribing cops just to keep a roof over her head. She could go to the grocery store and buy olive oil instead of breaking in to the Italian Embassy for it. Anything she wanted or had ever dreamed of was practically at her fingertips.
And the best part was that Manticore already had her. The tiny version of her due to stage the big breakout in just a few years. So no one was chasing her. Even Ames White was over a decade away from hearing her barcode. It was almost perfect. Except that all her friends, her whole family, they were all still back in that post-Pulse world. Still having to fight just to not be captured or killed. Still boiling the water.
She noticed Alec was perfectly happy back in time, and it didn't surprise her. That he wouldn't even want to go back where they belonged. Because no matter how much he thought he could fit himself in in 2007, no matter how normal his life was supposed to be with the job and the girlfriend and everything else he had going for him, he was still out of place. A Nomlie, not that she told him that. Wasn't her place to tell him which year she belonged in. Just because she knew where she belonged.
At night, she dreams of Logan. His face, the way he smelled, what she could remember of his touch, before the retro virus came into play. Then she'd look at pictures of a Seattle that was long dead by the time she got free to wander out into it. The building Logan lived in, somehow even nicer. She missed him. If he'd been able to come with her, then maybe the past wouldn't be such a bad place after all. But he wasn't there, and she couldn't even figure out how to reach him through a 13 year gap.
So what Max was really doing was missing out on the one thing that had been everything and not even a pre-Pulse world could make up for that.
She had to find a way back.
"After I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in."
Max Guevera
Dark Angel
399 Words