Black n White
Title: " Black n White "
Author: Pamala
Characters: Pam Mahone
Category: Post Ep - Drabble
Rating: G
Spoilers: YEP! If you don't know what happened to Mahone's family.
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: In a quite moment Pam ponders why Alex is always in Black n White.
Authors notes: This was written for pellamerethiel.
A little post - make that DURING -* thwaps * Alex on the head!
" The message " drabble where Pam thinks of her husband and
child. Oh yeah and this is from the thing where you write a fic
based on your default icon which I'm using here.
He didn't come.
He said he'd come.
I begged him -- could he not hear my tears -- to hurry.
He asked me to keep it together ... and then he didn't come.
Cameron is sleeping peacefully.
I'm grateful ... the anesthetic was hard on him...
... when he's awake he's sick.
I'm grateful he sleeps because I don't know how to tell him
his father isn't coming.
He let me down.
He let his son down when he needed him most.
The world around me quiet -- nothing to be heard by the soft
rhythmic breathing of my sleeping child -- allows me close my
eyes and see his face.
The image I see there, my vision of the man I love, has changed.
While I can still see his face it is not the face I knew.
Stern...
Serious...
Angry...
Lost!
Dark glasses hide troubled eyes.
In my head, now, he is in black and white.
Always in black n white.
I should wonder why ... but I don't.
The warmth ... the light ... all of the color
... its all gone because the man I loved faded away
a long time ago leaving nothing but shadows and black n white.
Author: Pamala
Characters: Pam Mahone
Category: Post Ep - Drabble
Rating: G
Spoilers: YEP! If you don't know what happened to Mahone's family.
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: In a quite moment Pam ponders why Alex is always in Black n White.
Authors notes: This was written for pellamerethiel.
A little post - make that DURING -* thwaps * Alex on the head!
" The message " drabble where Pam thinks of her husband and
child. Oh yeah and this is from the thing where you write a fic
based on your default icon which I'm using here.
He didn't come.
He said he'd come.
I begged him -- could he not hear my tears -- to hurry.
He asked me to keep it together ... and then he didn't come.
Cameron is sleeping peacefully.
I'm grateful ... the anesthetic was hard on him...
... when he's awake he's sick.
I'm grateful he sleeps because I don't know how to tell him
his father isn't coming.
He let me down.
He let his son down when he needed him most.
The world around me quiet -- nothing to be heard by the soft
rhythmic breathing of my sleeping child -- allows me close my
eyes and see his face.
The image I see there, my vision of the man I love, has changed.
While I can still see his face it is not the face I knew.
Stern...
Serious...
Angry...
Lost!
Dark glasses hide troubled eyes.
In my head, now, he is in black and white.
Always in black n white.
I should wonder why ... but I don't.
The warmth ... the light ... all of the color
... its all gone because the man I loved faded away
a long time ago leaving nothing but shadows and black n white.