Fic: Words Are Meaningless (Mac/Claire, Mac/Stella)
Title: Words Are Meaningless
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Claire, Mac/Stella
Prompt: #002 Burn
Word Count: 268
Rating: G
Summary: His eyes burn. He can’t see through the thick cloud that is his unshed tears.
Notes: Written for 50scenes. November 3. Pre series fic. Probably steers a bit off canon.
His eyes burn. He can’t see through the thick cloud that is his unshed tears. He is blind and he is deaf to the world and all he can do is wait for the pain and the cold in his heart to defrost and let him live again.
Something touches him on the arm, scorching him. He pulls away from it. Jerks away. Winces when he hears her voice. Her voice.
Stella.
He can’t deal with her right now. He can’t cope with the questions she’ll throw his way. (Are you all right? Where does it hurt? Who’s the bastard who made you feel this way so I can hunt them down and give them a piece of my mind? Where’s Claire? Do you want me to get her for you?)
Claire.
Gone.
He reminds himself again.
It is Stella standing over him.
He can barely see his hands in front of his face let alone see her. He can’t see her. Doesn’t want to because he’ll surely break.
Words are meaningless and he’ll not even manage to form a coherent response if she asks for one.
“I heard.”
Surprisingly he makes out her words, as ragged and uneven as they are. His heart breaks that little bit more.
She knows.
“I’m here, Mac,” she tells him. She gently wraps an arm around his shoulders and though he wants to push her away (she’s not Claire), he allows her to comfort him. She needs it too. Perhaps that is why he lets her.
“We’ll get through this,” she adds.
He doesn’t believe her.
“I’ll make sure we do.”
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Claire, Mac/Stella
Prompt: #002 Burn
Word Count: 268
Rating: G
Summary: His eyes burn. He can’t see through the thick cloud that is his unshed tears.
Notes: Written for 50scenes. November 3. Pre series fic. Probably steers a bit off canon.
His eyes burn. He can’t see through the thick cloud that is his unshed tears. He is blind and he is deaf to the world and all he can do is wait for the pain and the cold in his heart to defrost and let him live again.
Something touches him on the arm, scorching him. He pulls away from it. Jerks away. Winces when he hears her voice. Her voice.
Stella.
He can’t deal with her right now. He can’t cope with the questions she’ll throw his way. (Are you all right? Where does it hurt? Who’s the bastard who made you feel this way so I can hunt them down and give them a piece of my mind? Where’s Claire? Do you want me to get her for you?)
Claire.
Gone.
He reminds himself again.
It is Stella standing over him.
He can barely see his hands in front of his face let alone see her. He can’t see her. Doesn’t want to because he’ll surely break.
Words are meaningless and he’ll not even manage to form a coherent response if she asks for one.
“I heard.”
Surprisingly he makes out her words, as ragged and uneven as they are. His heart breaks that little bit more.
She knows.
“I’m here, Mac,” she tells him. She gently wraps an arm around his shoulders and though he wants to push her away (she’s not Claire), he allows her to comfort him. She needs it too. Perhaps that is why he lets her.
“We’ll get through this,” she adds.
He doesn’t believe her.
“I’ll make sure we do.”