Incentive met!
Thank you to Susanna, the poem shall be posted!
This poem was originally inspired from a prompt by
ysabetwordsmith during a past CreativeJam.
Revelations
Magic was not her forte, Foreign languages,
(she spoke Spanish, Italian, and German),
baking, and science fiction were. Which means,
when Declan sent her to retrieve the Aztec artifact
(we need you to translate, he said, waving her
and Reid away), she did not know what to expect.
A time-travel device was not it.
That Reid was not exactly surprised,
that Reid had that rare glint in his eyes
she was always surprised at,
worried her. They might not have worked
together long, but she had watched him enough
to know, he was calculating. Working quickly,
she thanked the young man, and pocketed
the artifact, already out the door.
Reid waited until they were nearly back,
“I”, he started, and Miles pulled the car
to the side of the road. “No,” she
practically yelled. “You will not.
I won’t let you.”
“You will not let me?” Reid’s voice lowered,
but Miles remain unfazed. “No. Look, I don’t know
whyyou want this,
but I’m not going to let you
make a mistake
you will regret. Trust me, Reid.
You can’t change the past, and...
it’s not worth risking your future.”
In the quietness settled between them,
she started the car. Only when Miles
pulled into the driveway of the office,
did he say, “My wife and daughter left me.
I want... I hoped, if only I could go back
and explain, I - I’ve not seen my daughter
in almost two years.”
Miles touched the back of his hand;
Reid looked at her, bewildered.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I know how it feels.
My - my parents died in a car crash
when I was fifteen. I went to live
with my grandmother, but she died
my senior year of college. Charlie’s -
Charlie, and now you guys,
you’re my family..
It hurts, I know, and it never goes away,
not really. But you learn to live with it.
You’ll learn to live with it, dammit, and I’ll -
I’ll help you.”
Reid was shocked, and Miles knew
she shouldn’t keep talking, but still she added,
“You intrigue me, Reid. I -
I don’t want to lose you,
you or your friendship.”
Reid did not say anything, but he gripped
the bulkhead until his knuckles
turned white, and slowly, he nodded.
Miles sighed, with relief,
with worry, with the knowledge
that that damn artifact was still
in the backseat of the car.
But the silence between them,
right now, for this moment,
was companionable,
and it would have to do.
--
Should the incentives continue? The first person who signals boosts, or throws a few dollars into the pot OR, if I get a comment either here or on the Chapter Eleven post, I will post the poem 'El Dia de Los Muertos', this poem takes a look into one Viera family tradition. Two? I'll post the poem 'Home is where the heart is', see Reid's very early days within the company. Three? I'll post Resurrection, which is a look into Anya's past.
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This poem was originally inspired from a prompt by
ysabetwordsmith during a past CreativeJam.
Revelations
Magic was not her forte, Foreign languages,
(she spoke Spanish, Italian, and German),
baking, and science fiction were. Which means,
when Declan sent her to retrieve the Aztec artifact
(we need you to translate, he said, waving her
and Reid away), she did not know what to expect.
A time-travel device was not it.
That Reid was not exactly surprised,
that Reid had that rare glint in his eyes
she was always surprised at,
worried her. They might not have worked
together long, but she had watched him enough
to know, he was calculating. Working quickly,
she thanked the young man, and pocketed
the artifact, already out the door.
Reid waited until they were nearly back,
“I”, he started, and Miles pulled the car
to the side of the road. “No,” she
practically yelled. “You will not.
I won’t let you.”
“You will not let me?” Reid’s voice lowered,
but Miles remain unfazed. “No. Look, I don’t know
whyyou want this,
but I’m not going to let you
make a mistake
you will regret. Trust me, Reid.
You can’t change the past, and...
it’s not worth risking your future.”
In the quietness settled between them,
she started the car. Only when Miles
pulled into the driveway of the office,
did he say, “My wife and daughter left me.
I want... I hoped, if only I could go back
and explain, I - I’ve not seen my daughter
in almost two years.”
Miles touched the back of his hand;
Reid looked at her, bewildered.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I know how it feels.
My - my parents died in a car crash
when I was fifteen. I went to live
with my grandmother, but she died
my senior year of college. Charlie’s -
Charlie, and now you guys,
you’re my family..
It hurts, I know, and it never goes away,
not really. But you learn to live with it.
You’ll learn to live with it, dammit, and I’ll -
I’ll help you.”
Reid was shocked, and Miles knew
she shouldn’t keep talking, but still she added,
“You intrigue me, Reid. I -
I don’t want to lose you,
you or your friendship.”
Reid did not say anything, but he gripped
the bulkhead until his knuckles
turned white, and slowly, he nodded.
Miles sighed, with relief,
with worry, with the knowledge
that that damn artifact was still
in the backseat of the car.
But the silence between them,
right now, for this moment,
was companionable,
and it would have to do.
--
Should the incentives continue? The first person who signals boosts, or throws a few dollars into the pot OR, if I get a comment either here or on the Chapter Eleven post, I will post the poem 'El Dia de Los Muertos', this poem takes a look into one Viera family tradition. Two? I'll post the poem 'Home is where the heart is', see Reid's very early days within the company. Three? I'll post Resurrection, which is a look into Anya's past.
<>This entry was originally posted at http://www.dreamwidth.org/12345.html. Please comment here or there. Comments on Dreamwidth are accpeted using OpenID.