White Collar Drabble: Heartless
Title: Heartless
Author:
sheenianni
Characters/Pairings: Alex Hunter
Word Count: 444
Rating: PG
Summary: Alex goes swimming. Post-Season 6.
A/N: Written for one of the
getyourwordsout’s challenges.
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You could talk your way in. Heck, you could pay to have the pool all to yourself. But tonight, it feels more appropriate to break in. Lock picks, swim glasses and a swimsuit under black clothes - that’s all you take with you.
You slip in through the glass door and shake off your shoes. The tiles feel cold under your feet. You see the pale moon light reflected on the water surface. The whole pool is quiet, tranquil - the only thing to break the silence is the occasional sucking sound of water disappearing into drain.
You snort at your own thoughts. Poetry and sentiment. Useless - like the jerk that brought you here.
No. You’re not thinking about that now.
You strip off your clothes and drop it by the side of the pool. Already feeling the goosebumps on your skin, you briskly walk to one of diving platforms. You never use the pool steps, always prefer to get it over quickly - so you put your hair in a ponytail, put on your swim glasses and jump.
Like ripping off a band aid.
The cold sensation is exactly what you need. You swim nearly to the middle of the pool before you break the surface, only to take a quick breath before diving again. You cross the pool two, eight, twenty times before your left thigh starts burning. You keep swimming until you finish that round and then grab onto the edge of the pool, ready to take a short break.
And then you flash back to another pool two years ago, to fooling around in the water and planning a heist and talking about secrets -
Caffrey. That blasted idiot who get himself killed -
Why did you think this was a good idea?
Usually you don’t like public pools much, but right now you’d take the odd leering guy and the annoying squealing children over this oppressive silence. The tiled walls remind you of the prison in Greece and suddenly you feel almost claustrophobic. In a rush, you climb out and get dressed again, not caring how the clothes stick to your wet swimsuit. You stumble as you put on your shoes, you almost slip on the wet tiles but you need to get out of here, you need to run before you lose your mind -
As soon as you get back to your hotel you get into the shower. The water’s scalding hot and you’re viciously scrubbing your skin and hair with a shampoo but you still smell the stench of chlorine, and you’re still shivering and there’s salt on your cheeks-
Mozzie thinks you’re heartless because you didn’t come to the funeral.
You wish he were right.
Author:
sheenianni
Characters/Pairings: Alex Hunter
Word Count: 444
Rating: PG
Summary: Alex goes swimming. Post-Season 6.
A/N: Written for one of the
getyourwordsout’s challenges.
___________________________________
You could talk your way in. Heck, you could pay to have the pool all to yourself. But tonight, it feels more appropriate to break in. Lock picks, swim glasses and a swimsuit under black clothes - that’s all you take with you.
You slip in through the glass door and shake off your shoes. The tiles feel cold under your feet. You see the pale moon light reflected on the water surface. The whole pool is quiet, tranquil - the only thing to break the silence is the occasional sucking sound of water disappearing into drain.
You snort at your own thoughts. Poetry and sentiment. Useless - like the jerk that brought you here.
No. You’re not thinking about that now.
You strip off your clothes and drop it by the side of the pool. Already feeling the goosebumps on your skin, you briskly walk to one of diving platforms. You never use the pool steps, always prefer to get it over quickly - so you put your hair in a ponytail, put on your swim glasses and jump.
Like ripping off a band aid.
The cold sensation is exactly what you need. You swim nearly to the middle of the pool before you break the surface, only to take a quick breath before diving again. You cross the pool two, eight, twenty times before your left thigh starts burning. You keep swimming until you finish that round and then grab onto the edge of the pool, ready to take a short break.
And then you flash back to another pool two years ago, to fooling around in the water and planning a heist and talking about secrets -
Caffrey. That blasted idiot who get himself killed -
Why did you think this was a good idea?
Usually you don’t like public pools much, but right now you’d take the odd leering guy and the annoying squealing children over this oppressive silence. The tiled walls remind you of the prison in Greece and suddenly you feel almost claustrophobic. In a rush, you climb out and get dressed again, not caring how the clothes stick to your wet swimsuit. You stumble as you put on your shoes, you almost slip on the wet tiles but you need to get out of here, you need to run before you lose your mind -
As soon as you get back to your hotel you get into the shower. The water’s scalding hot and you’re viciously scrubbing your skin and hair with a shampoo but you still smell the stench of chlorine, and you’re still shivering and there’s salt on your cheeks-
Mozzie thinks you’re heartless because you didn’t come to the funeral.
You wish he were right.