spn fic: then someone started digging me up (anna/bela)

Apr 01, 2012 11:17

HI. So, I feel like every entry I've made in the last forever starts out with me talking about how I fail at LJ, but I just do. My brain has been such a clusterfuck lately -- and I'll probably post about that sometime later, because I need advice. I MISS THE DAYS WHEN I USED TO POST ALMOST EVERY DAY. D:

Anyway, the good news here is that I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING. This is a major accomplishment, because I've spent the last month+ of my life wanting to write so many things and not writing any of them, so 200 words is a really big deal right now. And, ilfirin_estel, I really feel like shit since I was the one who was like HEY WE SHOULD START THIS AGAIN, annnnd then I forgot. :(

But it's here now, so yay? :D

Title/Rating: then someone started digging me up; PG
Characters/Pairings: Anna/Bela
Prompt: breathe
Spoilers/Warnings: S4, but it's -- sadly -- AU. No warnings.
Summary: The flames - and the light that drove them away - have faded and there’s just nothing. 200 words. Title from "Buried" by Alkaline Trio.

There’s one long, blissful moment of absolutely nothing. The flames - and the light that drove them away - have faded and there’s just nothing.

Later, she’ll think that’s what it’s like for the rest of the world. That’s what it’s like to really be dead.

Then she’s breathing and it burns, air scraping her lungs. She’s trapped and she can’t think and she starts to dig, trying to claw her way out. Dirt collapses on top of her and then someone pulls her out, wraps her in warmth that, for some reason, feels familiar.

“Shh,” someone says, smoothing a hand down her back while she heaves and coughs and tries to pull herself together. “It’s okay. Just breathe.”

Bela allows it just long enough to catch her breath, to summon up enough strength to crawl away from whoever, whatever it is.

It turns out to be a woman. She’s watching Bela, sitting on the ground next the hole Bela crawled out of - and it takes her a second to fully realize that’s her grave.

“Who the hell are you?” Her voice is hoarse, broken, and the woman just smiles.

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

fanfiction, fic: spn: anna/bela, fic: spn: all the femslash all the time, fic: spn, fic: spn: bela

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