Fic: Death & Life
Written for 100originalfics
Title:Death & Life
’Verse: Servants Journals
Characters:Annabelle, Ceecee
Prompt:51 Water
Word Count:
Rating:GP
Notes:Follows prompt 31 Sunrise
My big Table
Ceecee sat at the end of the dock from the Merry Be, the perfect picture of misery. She’d been sitting there for hours, unmoving except to rock herself gently back and forth, or earlier when she’d emptied her stomach into the green murky waters of the San Francisco bay. Her hair was unbound and fell around her tear streaked face. She had a blanket wrapped tightly around herself, for she was wearing only her shift.
She was still there when Annabelle found her after the sun had set. Annabelle sat down beside her and gathered her in her arms, sparking a fresh round of tears as Ceecee cried into her shoulder.
Annabelle didn’t need to ask what had happened. In the weeks after the earthquake and fires, Annabelle and Ceecee and John Black had sheltered on the luxury boat the Merry Be. John had been a crewman on a fishing boat; he had survived the quake and its aftermath and had won a place in Ceecee’s heart when he’d jumped to in to rescue Annabelle and Ceecee from brigands the night they’d found the Merry Be. He’d stayed around to help the two women with the boat and since he’d had no where else to go because the quake had destroyed the place he’d been staying Annabelle invited him to stay with them. It hadn’t taken long before he was smitten with Ceecee.
Every evening John would go out with the fishing fleet. Ceecee didn’t know how dangerous the job was until the morning that he didn’t return. It was long past the time when he usually returned when a man she didn’t know came to the side of the boat. “Are you Ceecee?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“John sent me. He wanted me to tell ya he’ll be alright.” The man said holding his cap in his hands nervously. Ceecee was alarmed, and from the way the man had delivered the message she could tell that he didn’t believe that John was going to be okay.
The man told her that there had been an accident on the boat and John had been hurt. They had tried to take him to the hospital but it had been full and they had had to leave him in a medical tent in one of the refugee camps that had been set up throughout the city. After getting directions, Ceecee had immediately gone to John’s side.
Weeks had passed and the once beautiful city was still unstable. It seemed to fall further into chaos by the day. Food and clean water were hard to get, and medical supplies were nearly nonexistent. When Ceecee found John, the doctors had done what they could for him, but the edges of the large gash in his side were already hot. Annabelle had found her there after the sunset, and let her stay by his side.
Ceecee sat by John’s side for several long days as the infection drained his life away. In the end there had been nothing the doctors could do to save him. Ceecee walked back to the Merry Be blinded by tears. She removed her clothes and got into bed to hide from the truth in sleep. But sleep didn’t come. Eventually she wrapped the blanket tightly around herself and sat at the end of the dock, watching the ocean.
When the tears stopped, Annabel still held her, letting Ceecee take comfort in her mistress’s arms. “We’re going to have to leave this city.” Ceecee sniffed and nodded. “We’ll get the train to Los Angeles tomorrow night.” Ceecee nodded again.
With another sniff Ceecee whispered, “Annabelle?”
“Yes?”
“I’m pregnant.”
Title:Death & Life
’Verse: Servants Journals
Characters:Annabelle, Ceecee
Prompt:51 Water
Word Count:
Rating:GP
Notes:Follows prompt 31 Sunrise
My big Table
Ceecee sat at the end of the dock from the Merry Be, the perfect picture of misery. She’d been sitting there for hours, unmoving except to rock herself gently back and forth, or earlier when she’d emptied her stomach into the green murky waters of the San Francisco bay. Her hair was unbound and fell around her tear streaked face. She had a blanket wrapped tightly around herself, for she was wearing only her shift.
She was still there when Annabelle found her after the sun had set. Annabelle sat down beside her and gathered her in her arms, sparking a fresh round of tears as Ceecee cried into her shoulder.
Annabelle didn’t need to ask what had happened. In the weeks after the earthquake and fires, Annabelle and Ceecee and John Black had sheltered on the luxury boat the Merry Be. John had been a crewman on a fishing boat; he had survived the quake and its aftermath and had won a place in Ceecee’s heart when he’d jumped to in to rescue Annabelle and Ceecee from brigands the night they’d found the Merry Be. He’d stayed around to help the two women with the boat and since he’d had no where else to go because the quake had destroyed the place he’d been staying Annabelle invited him to stay with them. It hadn’t taken long before he was smitten with Ceecee.
Every evening John would go out with the fishing fleet. Ceecee didn’t know how dangerous the job was until the morning that he didn’t return. It was long past the time when he usually returned when a man she didn’t know came to the side of the boat. “Are you Ceecee?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“John sent me. He wanted me to tell ya he’ll be alright.” The man said holding his cap in his hands nervously. Ceecee was alarmed, and from the way the man had delivered the message she could tell that he didn’t believe that John was going to be okay.
The man told her that there had been an accident on the boat and John had been hurt. They had tried to take him to the hospital but it had been full and they had had to leave him in a medical tent in one of the refugee camps that had been set up throughout the city. After getting directions, Ceecee had immediately gone to John’s side.
Weeks had passed and the once beautiful city was still unstable. It seemed to fall further into chaos by the day. Food and clean water were hard to get, and medical supplies were nearly nonexistent. When Ceecee found John, the doctors had done what they could for him, but the edges of the large gash in his side were already hot. Annabelle had found her there after the sunset, and let her stay by his side.
Ceecee sat by John’s side for several long days as the infection drained his life away. In the end there had been nothing the doctors could do to save him. Ceecee walked back to the Merry Be blinded by tears. She removed her clothes and got into bed to hide from the truth in sleep. But sleep didn’t come. Eventually she wrapped the blanket tightly around herself and sat at the end of the dock, watching the ocean.
When the tears stopped, Annabel still held her, letting Ceecee take comfort in her mistress’s arms. “We’re going to have to leave this city.” Ceecee sniffed and nodded. “We’ll get the train to Los Angeles tomorrow night.” Ceecee nodded again.
With another sniff Ceecee whispered, “Annabelle?”
“Yes?”
“I’m pregnant.”