Tru Calling, "Sometime", Jack, Tru
Title: Sometime
Author: Renna, renna_esprit
Fandom: Tru Calling
Rating: PG
Characters: Tru, Jack
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: not mine
Word count: about 260
Special thanks to azazel_aka_azi for beta :)
Sometime she’ll die. Perhaps it’ll be silly and casually - she’ll stumble over a ladder or she’ll misplace her medicines. Or maybe she’ll be killed. Killed by the shot in heart, and there will be no blood, and she won’t have enough time to surprise, to reflect, to realize. She’ll just die.
Or she’ll be tortured. Somebody’ll cut her to pieces with knife or axe or maybe saw, and she’ll be still alive, she’ll choke with blood, she’ll be breathless, she’ll shout and fight for life. And then she’ll stop, calm down. And she’ll die.
Sometime she’ll die. Sometime she’ll be dead. Sometime she’ll be buried - in opened or closed coffin - and sometime Harrison’ll come and put a bouquet of white flowers on her gravestone, sometime Meredith’ll realize that hers younger sister doesn’t exist anymore. Sometime her family will gather, and there will be wine and temples on the table, and they’ll be drinking, talking and remembering her like she always was.
Because then - sometime - you will be ought to say “was”, when you are taking about her. Not “is” - “was”.
When she dies, he’ll close her eyes. He’ll kneel beside her body and close her eyes. And then he’ll leave, and he’ll left the door open. And somebody, somebody else, will find her body. And she’ll be buried in a coffin - opened or closed; and he’ll stand by the side, dressed in black. And then he’ll say “Rest in peace, Tru” and he’ll leave.
Sometime it’ll be her turn to die.
Author: Renna, renna_esprit
Fandom: Tru Calling
Rating: PG
Characters: Tru, Jack
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: not mine
Word count: about 260
Special thanks to azazel_aka_azi for beta :)
Sometime she’ll die. Perhaps it’ll be silly and casually - she’ll stumble over a ladder or she’ll misplace her medicines. Or maybe she’ll be killed. Killed by the shot in heart, and there will be no blood, and she won’t have enough time to surprise, to reflect, to realize. She’ll just die.
Or she’ll be tortured. Somebody’ll cut her to pieces with knife or axe or maybe saw, and she’ll be still alive, she’ll choke with blood, she’ll be breathless, she’ll shout and fight for life. And then she’ll stop, calm down. And she’ll die.
Sometime she’ll die. Sometime she’ll be dead. Sometime she’ll be buried - in opened or closed coffin - and sometime Harrison’ll come and put a bouquet of white flowers on her gravestone, sometime Meredith’ll realize that hers younger sister doesn’t exist anymore. Sometime her family will gather, and there will be wine and temples on the table, and they’ll be drinking, talking and remembering her like she always was.
Because then - sometime - you will be ought to say “was”, when you are taking about her. Not “is” - “was”.
When she dies, he’ll close her eyes. He’ll kneel beside her body and close her eyes. And then he’ll leave, and he’ll left the door open. And somebody, somebody else, will find her body. And she’ll be buried in a coffin - opened or closed; and he’ll stand by the side, dressed in black. And then he’ll say “Rest in peace, Tru” and he’ll leave.
Sometime it’ll be her turn to die.