Kansas City
Title: " Kansas City "
Author: Pamala
Characters: Sara Trancredi
Category: Post Ep "The Message" - ficlet
Rating: G
Spoilers: YEP! " You'll need to have seen " The Message "
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: Making her way to the message Sara ponders her location.
Authors notes: This was written for snowwhite22 Who wanted
to hear a lil something about why Sara was in Kansas City. I started
taking post ep request last week and this is the second - first was
" Black n White " - response. You may be amused to know I wrote this
whole thing as " St Louis " to start with cuz I couldnt remember where
she was. * snerk *
Standing in front of the building staring up at the words, ' Kansas City ' -- a small print afterthought down below the larger words, I'm suddenly lost as to where it is I stand and why I'm in this particular spot.
The cafe, coffee in mass quantity to drive me forward, with a TV in the corner is clear but the rest is fuzzy and out of focus in my head.
The news report, a mere thirty seconds of the tape is all they are willing share, rings like a bell in ears as I climb the stone steps two at a time mumbling the words "...in its entirety on the Internet " over and over moving full speed ahead with vigor I thought lost for good a mere twenty-four hours ago.
Seated at a public computer, shaking with cold in spite of the warm sunshine through the window behind me warming my body, I begin tapping my finger tips on the table top in curiosity as the words ' Kansas City ' appear yet again on the entry screen.
Why am I in Kansas City?
Tucking my hair behind my ear, a habit that hasn't changed with its reduced length, as I slowly search the room around me with my eyes as if the answer lies in my surroundings it all becomes clear.
I'm in Kansas City, it was as good a place as any to stop and rest for the night, because I'm going home.
The feed starts.
I see his face.
I smile, not caring what anyone around me might think of it, when I see his face again.
Listening closely to every word, understanding from all I've heard they are anywhere but the Mexican border, I start wondering where he is right now.
Did they move ... run ... the instant the tape was done?
How far ... how fast ... in which direction?
Then he says my name, speaks directly to me, and I understand Kansas City.
Kansas City was just a stop along the way.
Home was the destination... I was heading home.
and I wasn't just going home...
...I was going home -- back to Chicago -- because it was the only place my heart told me he'd know to look if he needed to find me.
I was in Kansas City simply because it was on the road back to Michael.
Author: Pamala
Characters: Sara Trancredi
Category: Post Ep "The Message" - ficlet
Rating: G
Spoilers: YEP! " You'll need to have seen " The Message "
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: Making her way to the message Sara ponders her location.
Authors notes: This was written for snowwhite22 Who wanted
to hear a lil something about why Sara was in Kansas City. I started
taking post ep request last week and this is the second - first was
" Black n White " - response. You may be amused to know I wrote this
whole thing as " St Louis " to start with cuz I couldnt remember where
she was. * snerk *
Standing in front of the building staring up at the words, ' Kansas City ' -- a small print afterthought down below the larger words, I'm suddenly lost as to where it is I stand and why I'm in this particular spot.
The cafe, coffee in mass quantity to drive me forward, with a TV in the corner is clear but the rest is fuzzy and out of focus in my head.
The news report, a mere thirty seconds of the tape is all they are willing share, rings like a bell in ears as I climb the stone steps two at a time mumbling the words "...in its entirety on the Internet " over and over moving full speed ahead with vigor I thought lost for good a mere twenty-four hours ago.
Seated at a public computer, shaking with cold in spite of the warm sunshine through the window behind me warming my body, I begin tapping my finger tips on the table top in curiosity as the words ' Kansas City ' appear yet again on the entry screen.
Why am I in Kansas City?
Tucking my hair behind my ear, a habit that hasn't changed with its reduced length, as I slowly search the room around me with my eyes as if the answer lies in my surroundings it all becomes clear.
I'm in Kansas City, it was as good a place as any to stop and rest for the night, because I'm going home.
The feed starts.
I see his face.
I smile, not caring what anyone around me might think of it, when I see his face again.
Listening closely to every word, understanding from all I've heard they are anywhere but the Mexican border, I start wondering where he is right now.
Did they move ... run ... the instant the tape was done?
How far ... how fast ... in which direction?
Then he says my name, speaks directly to me, and I understand Kansas City.
Kansas City was just a stop along the way.
Home was the destination... I was heading home.
and I wasn't just going home...
...I was going home -- back to Chicago -- because it was the only place my heart told me he'd know to look if he needed to find me.
I was in Kansas City simply because it was on the road back to Michael.