This so-called life
Title: This so-called life
Author: pellamerethiel
Characters: Sara/Kellerman, Kristine Kellerman
Category: AU, post 2x22 Sona
Beta: novin_ha - thank you so much!
Rating: G
Length: 720
Summary: Sara and Kellerman are giving a life together a try after the events which took place in the 2x22 Sonaepisode. This is my second English-written fic and that's why I can't wait to see your reaction. I wouldn't make it if not for my gorgeous beta. ;)
Enjoy!
This so-called life
When he woke up, she wasn’t there.
He could expect that. It lasted not longer than six months, but the routine, the rhythm of the normal life was something that he had already started to feel uneasy about.
*
When he had left court as a weaker, but tougher inside man Kristine was already waiting for him.
She took him home, showed him her very own, cozy and well-designed apartment she had recently rented.
She insisted that he stayed there, because everything she had she was willing to share with him, even her own life, which she soon started to introduce him.
At first he was feeling like an anxious teenager who escaped his parents and was using the hospitality of the owners of this house, but slowly he began to readapt.
She showed him the world that he had completely forgotten about, let him taste the flavour of freedom, laziness and gave him back their own, sweet childhood memories. She had taken some free days at work and spend all this stolen time with him, watching tv, baking gingerbread and flower shaped, vanilla-flavoured cookies.
She was his little sister whom he had left behind.
He was her touchstone, her center of her world and he had simply left her.
She was only ten.
He just turned eighteen.
Maybe there was no place for him in this house.
Yet what he did was wrong.
Damn it.
The memory of Scofield-Burrows union, love and loyalty was too clearly burnt in his head.
*
Suddenly there was a next step in this imitation of so-called life.
Someone knocked, Kristine checked the door and told him that there’s some redhead girl naming herself some Sara waiting to see him.
Sara Tancredi?
Here, in his sister’s house?
Now that was unexpected.
He told Kristine that it’s okay and left to see Sara and listen to what she wanted to say.
When the door was closed behind and Sara approached him, looked into his eyes and suddenly begun to kiss him, he felt like the world was going upside down again.
A few hours later he was thanking his sister, apologizing her for all the troubled she had because of him and promising that they would stay in touch. Kristine was looking at him sadly and resigned, because she knew, as well as him that the artificial life they’ve created wouldn’t last long.
He moved to Sara’s apartment and began the second step of his new life.
Living with Sara was much more weird than with Kristine, but strangely, he was feeling more familiar with the girl, whom he’d barely known, than with his own sister, whom he had once so deeply disappointed.
At least Sara had her flaws.
Wasn’t too forgiving.
He knew how it felt.
He killed his best friend not just because he had to, but mainly because he had betrayed him.
And Paul didn’t like to be betrayed.
That’s why he kept calling Kristine.
Sharing a life with Sara felt odd, like they were living in the two different yet strangely familiar worlds. They weren’t talking too much about the past, they weren’t talking to much at all and their most private moments were those in bed or kitchen, where he was trying to bake her a promised blueberry pie.
Time spent with her felt much more true, much more real than when he was still living at his sister’s apartment.
Maybe because Sara knew and somehow could understand what he had been through, could even support him about it.
Or maybe because he was born as a masochist and feeling the presence or making love to a woman he was so close to kill was giving him strange and unpleasant feeling, but he coped with that.
And suddenly, it was over.
*
She was gone.
And he was left alone.
When he’d turned on the tv and found out that Burrows was finally exonerated and his brother granted with a presidential pardon he finally understood that what he had was an imitation of life.
He couldn’t complain.
Wouldn’t regret.
The hour was already late and there was a long road waiting for him.
He had simply no idea where it would led him.
But he didn’t mind.
There’s always a next step to take in this so-called life.
Author: pellamerethiel
Characters: Sara/Kellerman, Kristine Kellerman
Category: AU, post 2x22 Sona
Beta: novin_ha - thank you so much!
Rating: G
Length: 720
Summary: Sara and Kellerman are giving a life together a try after the events which took place in the 2x22 Sonaepisode. This is my second English-written fic and that's why I can't wait to see your reaction. I wouldn't make it if not for my gorgeous beta. ;)
Enjoy!
This so-called life
When he woke up, she wasn’t there.
He could expect that. It lasted not longer than six months, but the routine, the rhythm of the normal life was something that he had already started to feel uneasy about.
*
When he had left court as a weaker, but tougher inside man Kristine was already waiting for him.
She took him home, showed him her very own, cozy and well-designed apartment she had recently rented.
She insisted that he stayed there, because everything she had she was willing to share with him, even her own life, which she soon started to introduce him.
At first he was feeling like an anxious teenager who escaped his parents and was using the hospitality of the owners of this house, but slowly he began to readapt.
She showed him the world that he had completely forgotten about, let him taste the flavour of freedom, laziness and gave him back their own, sweet childhood memories. She had taken some free days at work and spend all this stolen time with him, watching tv, baking gingerbread and flower shaped, vanilla-flavoured cookies.
She was his little sister whom he had left behind.
He was her touchstone, her center of her world and he had simply left her.
She was only ten.
He just turned eighteen.
Maybe there was no place for him in this house.
Yet what he did was wrong.
Damn it.
The memory of Scofield-Burrows union, love and loyalty was too clearly burnt in his head.
*
Suddenly there was a next step in this imitation of so-called life.
Someone knocked, Kristine checked the door and told him that there’s some redhead girl naming herself some Sara waiting to see him.
Sara Tancredi?
Here, in his sister’s house?
Now that was unexpected.
He told Kristine that it’s okay and left to see Sara and listen to what she wanted to say.
When the door was closed behind and Sara approached him, looked into his eyes and suddenly begun to kiss him, he felt like the world was going upside down again.
A few hours later he was thanking his sister, apologizing her for all the troubled she had because of him and promising that they would stay in touch. Kristine was looking at him sadly and resigned, because she knew, as well as him that the artificial life they’ve created wouldn’t last long.
He moved to Sara’s apartment and began the second step of his new life.
Living with Sara was much more weird than with Kristine, but strangely, he was feeling more familiar with the girl, whom he’d barely known, than with his own sister, whom he had once so deeply disappointed.
At least Sara had her flaws.
Wasn’t too forgiving.
He knew how it felt.
He killed his best friend not just because he had to, but mainly because he had betrayed him.
And Paul didn’t like to be betrayed.
That’s why he kept calling Kristine.
Sharing a life with Sara felt odd, like they were living in the two different yet strangely familiar worlds. They weren’t talking too much about the past, they weren’t talking to much at all and their most private moments were those in bed or kitchen, where he was trying to bake her a promised blueberry pie.
Time spent with her felt much more true, much more real than when he was still living at his sister’s apartment.
Maybe because Sara knew and somehow could understand what he had been through, could even support him about it.
Or maybe because he was born as a masochist and feeling the presence or making love to a woman he was so close to kill was giving him strange and unpleasant feeling, but he coped with that.
And suddenly, it was over.
*
She was gone.
And he was left alone.
When he’d turned on the tv and found out that Burrows was finally exonerated and his brother granted with a presidential pardon he finally understood that what he had was an imitation of life.
He couldn’t complain.
Wouldn’t regret.
The hour was already late and there was a long road waiting for him.
He had simply no idea where it would led him.
But he didn’t mind.
There’s always a next step to take in this so-called life.