Candles, prompt #46 (song-fic)
Title: Candles
Summary: Allison and Scanlon attend a vigil together.
Prompt: #46 (song-fic)
Author: Sarah-Beth (memorysdaughter)
Rating: G
Character(s): Allison, Scanlon
Spoilers: prior to Season 5 finale
Word Count: 296, including the song lyric
hands are lifted / we are singing your name / can you hear it? / can you feel it? - “Fresh Anointing,” Sarah Reeves
“I’ll never get used to these things,” Scanlon said to Allison. “Never.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” Allison said quietly.
The woman at the entrance to the room gave them a sad smile and two small lit candles. “Thank you for coming,” she said. “Alan would have been so grateful.”
She turned to the next arrivals, done with them. Scanlon said, “Alan would not be grateful. Alan would rather be at home with his wife and kids.”
Allison scanned the room, seeing all of the tiny lit flames. In the corner a man who looked like a minister was conducting a small group of children in a song: “Jesus loves me, this I know…”
In another corner was a pretty blond woman with a tissue pressed to her eyes, surrounded by others who appeared to be shoring her up, sandbagging her against the onslaught of mourners and searchers who had come to the vigil.
Scanlon went quiet as the minister man started another song, and Allison considered the flame dancing around the candle’s wick. She disagreed with Scanlon, with his entire point about vigils. Though it wasn’t anyone’s dream, to have a vigil in their name, she knew that somewhere out there Alan Baxter could hear the voices lifted in his praise, and could feel the love and hope stemming from the crowd, and though he wasn’t safe - wouldn’t be safe for several days yet - this was going to help him hang on.
Allison looked up and met Scanlon’s eyes, and though the vigil rang out around them, it didn’t seem odd when both of them lifted their candles -
- and blew them out.
Summary: Allison and Scanlon attend a vigil together.
Prompt: #46 (song-fic)
Author: Sarah-Beth (memorysdaughter)
Rating: G
Character(s): Allison, Scanlon
Spoilers: prior to Season 5 finale
Word Count: 296, including the song lyric
hands are lifted / we are singing your name / can you hear it? / can you feel it? - “Fresh Anointing,” Sarah Reeves
“I’ll never get used to these things,” Scanlon said to Allison. “Never.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” Allison said quietly.
The woman at the entrance to the room gave them a sad smile and two small lit candles. “Thank you for coming,” she said. “Alan would have been so grateful.”
She turned to the next arrivals, done with them. Scanlon said, “Alan would not be grateful. Alan would rather be at home with his wife and kids.”
Allison scanned the room, seeing all of the tiny lit flames. In the corner a man who looked like a minister was conducting a small group of children in a song: “Jesus loves me, this I know…”
In another corner was a pretty blond woman with a tissue pressed to her eyes, surrounded by others who appeared to be shoring her up, sandbagging her against the onslaught of mourners and searchers who had come to the vigil.
Scanlon went quiet as the minister man started another song, and Allison considered the flame dancing around the candle’s wick. She disagreed with Scanlon, with his entire point about vigils. Though it wasn’t anyone’s dream, to have a vigil in their name, she knew that somewhere out there Alan Baxter could hear the voices lifted in his praise, and could feel the love and hope stemming from the crowd, and though he wasn’t safe - wouldn’t be safe for several days yet - this was going to help him hang on.
Allison looked up and met Scanlon’s eyes, and though the vigil rang out around them, it didn’t seem odd when both of them lifted their candles -
- and blew them out.