Re: Sky/Bridge
anonymous
March 5 2008, 16:33:00 UTC
Sky was frozen in place, barely able to think, unable to do anything except sob and hold the broken, bleeding, dying body of his teammate close.
It wasn't meant to be like this.
It had just been a simple, routine, boring patrol. Somehow, that had turned into the two of them being ambushed by an alien assailant and more than a dozen Blue and Orangehead Krybots. Both had morphed and fought valiantly while they waited for help to arrive, help that both of them knew would be too late. They'd been forced to demorph and were backed into a corner, and Sky had tried placing himself protectively in front of Bridge, ready to die for him, but he'd been seized by the Troobian soliders, tossed aside and held, forced to watch while the others beat the living crap out of Bridge. Sky had sobbed, yelled, fought against his captors, done anything to save him, tried to shield him with a force field, but it was hopeless. Even after reinforcements arrived, Bridge was too far gone.
"Sky," groaned the smaller man, stirring in his arms, looking up at him through eyes quickly hazing over with death.
"I know," Bridge murmured, reaching up a hand to touch his cheek. "I feel the same way, too." The arm then went limp, and Bridge's eyes closed for the last time, his head lolling to one side.
"Bridge..." Sky sobbed, shaking him. "No. No. You're not dead. No. No. No. NO, NO, NO, NO... no..." But however many times he said it, "no" was "yes". And thereafter, Sky would see him every night in his dreams, and every night, he would hate himself for realizing too late how he'd loved Bridge, had loved him for quite a long time, and never done anything about it.
It wasn't meant to be like this.
It had just been a simple, routine, boring patrol. Somehow, that had turned into the two of them being ambushed by an alien assailant and more than a dozen Blue and Orangehead Krybots. Both had morphed and fought valiantly while they waited for help to arrive, help that both of them knew would be too late. They'd been forced to demorph and were backed into a corner, and Sky had tried placing himself protectively in front of Bridge, ready to die for him, but he'd been seized by the Troobian soliders, tossed aside and held, forced to watch while the others beat the living crap out of Bridge. Sky had sobbed, yelled, fought against his captors, done anything to save him, tried to shield him with a force field, but it was hopeless. Even after reinforcements arrived, Bridge was too far gone.
"Sky," groaned the smaller man, stirring in his arms, looking up at him through eyes quickly hazing over with death.
"Don't die," Sky whispered, begging, pleading. "Don't die, Bridge. Please. I..."
"I know," Bridge murmured, reaching up a hand to touch his cheek. "I feel the same way, too." The arm then went limp, and Bridge's eyes closed for the last time, his head lolling to one side.
"Bridge..." Sky sobbed, shaking him. "No. No. You're not dead. No. No. No. NO, NO, NO, NO... no..." But however many times he said it, "no" was "yes". And thereafter, Sky would see him every night in his dreams, and every night, he would hate himself for realizing too late how he'd loved Bridge, had loved him for quite a long time, and never done anything about it.
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