Flyer's snippits

Mar 25, 2008 20:02

Raven was glad that she only needed a few hours of sleep at most, she hated to sleep, when she slept, she dreamed, or in her case remember and when you were about 3000 years old, give or take a few hundred, then you had acquired, quite a few things that you didn't want to think about. If she closed her eyes, she could still picture her village, her mother, sister, younger brother, nephew, aunts, uncles, cousins, the beauty of the surronding landscape. She could remembered sitting next to her mother as she created her works of art and hearing the stories that had been passed down. She also remembers finding her village destroyed, everyone and everything she had ever loved, gone. She remembered being mentored in the art of thieving, she remembered stealing the accursed icon. She could still remember in great deal, her wedding day, pledging, till death do we part, knowing she meant his and not hers, trying to raise his to children and losing them both too soon, she remembered, betrayal, she remembered, happy times on the ship, and standing in fury, in the burning wreck of another home. When she was awake and fighting, she found that she could forget, dull the memories, not hear her mothers voice ar feel the brush of ring against skin, and so she would stay awake, not for fear of the nightmares, but to protect from the happy memories of what had been.

Dove hated that she had to leave Vegas, leave her life as Sara Sidle behind, leave the man she loved, the only person to make her feel whole in many years. Unfortunately she had to, that was the code that they all lived by, that was what she tried to make her young friend understand, as she asked him to look over the people they had both grown to care for. Because 'Sara' had died under that car, and dead people don't come back to life. As much as Dove would love to tell Grissom the truth, that she would live forever, she couldn't, both because of the code that the Eternals lived by, and because of her own intense fear. So she left Vegas, asking Duck to look after the ones they loved. And when he asked her how she could leave she simply replied that was what had to be done and when 'Greg' 'died' Duck would understand.

Falcon loved Miami, the heat, the rhythm, the life he had (some would say the life he stole, but he refused to think like that). This was the first time that he felt 'settled' that he didn't want to flee, he would if his old life got to close, if Raven found him or if his life 'ended' but for now he didn't want to leave. Even as he carried the guilt of living forever while others did not, even as he cared Eagle's secret around, even as he felt the fingers of his past creeping up his spine, he wasn't going to run. Not this time. So he looked after Marisol, and he dutifully 'grieved' 'Speed', while he steadfastly ignored how much Ryan was like his father, and his own fears that Horatio would remember his past as Max. He knew he would always be looking over his shoulder, waiting for Raven to swoop down for her revenge, but he was done running. His sister, was a Pheonix, so she would be alright and he was growing to forget his past, and see Ryan as his own person rather then a mirror of his father. Falcon had Eric Delko's life now and he intended on keeping it.

Hawk sometimes hated his life. It was rare that he allowed himself to think along these lines, but when he did he could get to be in a foul mood. He held the record among the Flyers as staying in the same place for the longest, as a matter of fact, he had been Sheldon Hawkes, going on eleven years now. He satisfied the occasional wanderlust, by changing professions or places. However he could never quite stop his guilt, because the problem with staying in one place was you began to care about the people and things around you.

csi, csi: miami, au, flyers

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