FIC: Risen from Ash (The Bourne Identity series)
Title: Risen from Ash
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: The Bourne Identity
Pairing: Jason Bourne/Nicky Parsons
Rating: G
Archive: Lothlorien.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I have a vivid fantasy life, but I do not pretend to be Robert Ludlum, nor do I pretend to own anything related to The Bourne Identity and subsequent films/books.
Summary: Jason had tracked down David's old home, but would his memories come back to him there?
Notes: A double drabble Yuletide Treat (2007), written for Shosanna Gold in the yuletide exchange and originally uploaded here. Shosanna Gold was my original recipient, before the glitch resulting in reassignment was discovered, and while I was no longer her writer, the idea for her story wouldn't quite let me go. She asked, "[D]oes he stay Jason Bourne, or try to find out who David Webb is?"
Risen from Ash
By Galadriel
Detritus and ash skittered beneath his shoes as he stepped past the burnt frame, through the opening that once led to the heart of the house. Pausing against the broken doorway, palm smudged black, a chunk of wood broke off beneath it, clattering to the floor.
Jason frowned. He'd hoped to find Webb here, path tracked back to the source, some small clue giving way to his life-before-life, yet the husk stood silent, immovable, impassable.
Whichever firebug had done the deed had been a consummate professional.
He wandered wall-less hallways, searching his memory for wife and child, friends and family, hobbies and habits that might give David shape. There was little to grasp at, only formless shadows and half-remembered sounds, and so it was with a desolate heart that he sat down in the ruins, willing Webb to him.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Jason shifted, lumps of melted glass grinding under heels drawn up underneath. "Nicky?"
She nodded, offering him a wan smile as she clambered over a broken chair. "We had some good times here, you and I."
Jason blinked, readying the what and the why when she held out her hand.
"I'll show you, shall I?"
END
(December 24, 2007)
Crossposted to bourne_nicky.
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: The Bourne Identity
Pairing: Jason Bourne/Nicky Parsons
Rating: G
Archive: Lothlorien.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I have a vivid fantasy life, but I do not pretend to be Robert Ludlum, nor do I pretend to own anything related to The Bourne Identity and subsequent films/books.
Summary: Jason had tracked down David's old home, but would his memories come back to him there?
Notes: A double drabble Yuletide Treat (2007), written for Shosanna Gold in the yuletide exchange and originally uploaded here. Shosanna Gold was my original recipient, before the glitch resulting in reassignment was discovered, and while I was no longer her writer, the idea for her story wouldn't quite let me go. She asked, "[D]oes he stay Jason Bourne, or try to find out who David Webb is?"
Risen from Ash
By Galadriel
Detritus and ash skittered beneath his shoes as he stepped past the burnt frame, through the opening that once led to the heart of the house. Pausing against the broken doorway, palm smudged black, a chunk of wood broke off beneath it, clattering to the floor.
Jason frowned. He'd hoped to find Webb here, path tracked back to the source, some small clue giving way to his life-before-life, yet the husk stood silent, immovable, impassable.
Whichever firebug had done the deed had been a consummate professional.
He wandered wall-less hallways, searching his memory for wife and child, friends and family, hobbies and habits that might give David shape. There was little to grasp at, only formless shadows and half-remembered sounds, and so it was with a desolate heart that he sat down in the ruins, willing Webb to him.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Jason shifted, lumps of melted glass grinding under heels drawn up underneath. "Nicky?"
She nodded, offering him a wan smile as she clambered over a broken chair. "We had some good times here, you and I."
Jason blinked, readying the what and the why when she held out her hand.
"I'll show you, shall I?"
END
(December 24, 2007)
Crossposted to bourne_nicky.