Story: And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
Title: And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. Part VIII
Author: xiotonks
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ, Emily/OFC
Rating: PG - 13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It makes me cry at night...
Summary: And suddenly, she has no one left to talk to...
AN: HUGE thanks tokassandra_luem for doing her beta thing and putting up with my sometimes rather stupid mistakes.
AN2: I started this while I was in Taizé this summer. It probably shows
VIII.
Later, Emily’s gonna remember this day as a chain of shouldn’t-haves. Not only shouldn’t she have gone to see her mother in this kind of state, she shouldn’t have stopped on her way back home. And she shouldn’t have drunk this much. And first of all she shouldn’t have drunk this much and then tried to actually drive home. It bluntly sinks into her alcohol-fogged brain that it’s started raining and that she isn’t really able to see anything. She thinks that it might help to turn on the windscreen wiper so she dives behind the wheel in order to find the damn switch. Only at the last moment does she realize that there are headlights coming her way and with more than a little luck is she able to pull into her own lane again. She wills herself to breathe slowly in order to regain control over the car. And then suddenly all she can hear is how the tires of her car screech and all she can see is this massive pier in front of her and she doesn’t even realize what’s happening before everything goes black.
The next thing she knows is that the fucking beeping is making her head throb. She’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to open her eyes because with this major headache? Even the slightest shimmer of light is positively going to kill her. Emily still wants to know what’s making this noise though. And where she is. And what the hell happened to her.
Slowly, ever so slowly she sends her sense into various parts of her body. Her legs seem to be fine. Her back feels like she’s done one too many fights with Morgan in the FBI training center. What’s strange to her is her hands. Her left hand feels fine - though a little cold. The right hand appears to be alright, too, but this one is actually warm. One cold, one warm? As much as she tries her mind to grasp this mystery - she just can’t understand it. It occurs to her that it might help to move her hands so she tries. Just a little. Not too much. Her left hand again seems to be fine, it’s the right hand or rather the fact that she can’t move it that makes her panic - and finally open her eyes. And the moment she starts screaming in fear because now it’s just too much not to know a damn thing and she hears her mother’s voice that’s trying to calm her that she’s only holding her hand and nobody’s going to hurt her and sees the pain in her mother’s eyes she actually wants to go back to not knowing. Because as the light hits her retina, intensifying the pain in her skull about a thousandfold, she realizes that not knowing and therefore not feeling is by far better than being able to remember every fucking little detail.
Author: xiotonks
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ, Emily/OFC
Rating: PG - 13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It makes me cry at night...
Summary: And suddenly, she has no one left to talk to...
AN: HUGE thanks tokassandra_luem for doing her beta thing and putting up with my sometimes rather stupid mistakes.
AN2: I started this while I was in Taizé this summer. It probably shows
VIII.
Later, Emily’s gonna remember this day as a chain of shouldn’t-haves. Not only shouldn’t she have gone to see her mother in this kind of state, she shouldn’t have stopped on her way back home. And she shouldn’t have drunk this much. And first of all she shouldn’t have drunk this much and then tried to actually drive home. It bluntly sinks into her alcohol-fogged brain that it’s started raining and that she isn’t really able to see anything. She thinks that it might help to turn on the windscreen wiper so she dives behind the wheel in order to find the damn switch. Only at the last moment does she realize that there are headlights coming her way and with more than a little luck is she able to pull into her own lane again. She wills herself to breathe slowly in order to regain control over the car. And then suddenly all she can hear is how the tires of her car screech and all she can see is this massive pier in front of her and she doesn’t even realize what’s happening before everything goes black.
The next thing she knows is that the fucking beeping is making her head throb. She’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to open her eyes because with this major headache? Even the slightest shimmer of light is positively going to kill her. Emily still wants to know what’s making this noise though. And where she is. And what the hell happened to her.
Slowly, ever so slowly she sends her sense into various parts of her body. Her legs seem to be fine. Her back feels like she’s done one too many fights with Morgan in the FBI training center. What’s strange to her is her hands. Her left hand feels fine - though a little cold. The right hand appears to be alright, too, but this one is actually warm. One cold, one warm? As much as she tries her mind to grasp this mystery - she just can’t understand it. It occurs to her that it might help to move her hands so she tries. Just a little. Not too much. Her left hand again seems to be fine, it’s the right hand or rather the fact that she can’t move it that makes her panic - and finally open her eyes. And the moment she starts screaming in fear because now it’s just too much not to know a damn thing and she hears her mother’s voice that’s trying to calm her that she’s only holding her hand and nobody’s going to hurt her and sees the pain in her mother’s eyes she actually wants to go back to not knowing. Because as the light hits her retina, intensifying the pain in her skull about a thousandfold, she realizes that not knowing and therefore not feeling is by far better than being able to remember every fucking little detail.