Morality Ends Where A Gun Begins (Naomi, PG-13)
Title: Morality Ends Where A Gun Begins
Author: cloudytea
Characters: Naomi Dorrit, mention of George Minkowski.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Spoilers/Warnings: General spoilers for Season 3 and 4.
Summary: For LadyFest '10, requested here. 329 words.
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
The horrendous pain etched into Naomi’s back (where that man’s knife had been embedded) is beginning to dim, but she knows what that means: she is giving up, she is letting it take over. She is acknowledging her failure.
She thinks back to the mere weeks that advanced this mission: all the top-secret briefings, all the manila folders marked classified. Had she known they were (knowingly? Charles Widmore was a ruthless man) preparing her for her own death, she would have never accepted the monetary deposit that was a small taste of the $1.6 million to come after the mission she will never return from.
That will never come, Naomi mentally corrects herself through her blurry vision.
Her mind revisits her past: her family in Manchester, the small house she shared with her mum and dad and little sister, Ruth. She hasn’t seen them since she took up the profession of mercenary (there wasn’t much one could do after being court-martialed from the British Army) and she knows exactly why: to protect them from the life she led and the lies she told that could get her (and them) killed.
Last she heard, her sister had just gotten out of university and married her boyfriend of three years. Naomi received an invite a while back, but never responded. Her eyes fill with tears as she tries to visualize Ruth in white, on their father’s arm, the only daughter he’d ever get to walk down the aisle. The Maid of Honor would be one of her friends -- probably a roommate from university -- who was filling the shoes of the sister who can never be there for her.
I‘m sorry, George, she chokes into the phone, the copper taste of blood filling her mouth as a strange cold begins to overtake her. She sputters the agreed-upon code. J-Just tell my sister I love her.
And hell, she means it. She really does.
Author: cloudytea
Characters: Naomi Dorrit, mention of George Minkowski.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Spoilers/Warnings: General spoilers for Season 3 and 4.
Summary: For LadyFest '10, requested here. 329 words.
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
The horrendous pain etched into Naomi’s back (where that man’s knife had been embedded) is beginning to dim, but she knows what that means: she is giving up, she is letting it take over. She is acknowledging her failure.
She thinks back to the mere weeks that advanced this mission: all the top-secret briefings, all the manila folders marked classified. Had she known they were (knowingly? Charles Widmore was a ruthless man) preparing her for her own death, she would have never accepted the monetary deposit that was a small taste of the $1.6 million to come after the mission she will never return from.
That will never come, Naomi mentally corrects herself through her blurry vision.
Her mind revisits her past: her family in Manchester, the small house she shared with her mum and dad and little sister, Ruth. She hasn’t seen them since she took up the profession of mercenary (there wasn’t much one could do after being court-martialed from the British Army) and she knows exactly why: to protect them from the life she led and the lies she told that could get her (and them) killed.
Last she heard, her sister had just gotten out of university and married her boyfriend of three years. Naomi received an invite a while back, but never responded. Her eyes fill with tears as she tries to visualize Ruth in white, on their father’s arm, the only daughter he’d ever get to walk down the aisle. The Maid of Honor would be one of her friends -- probably a roommate from university -- who was filling the shoes of the sister who can never be there for her.
I‘m sorry, George, she chokes into the phone, the copper taste of blood filling her mouth as a strange cold begins to overtake her. She sputters the agreed-upon code. J-Just tell my sister I love her.
And hell, she means it. She really does.