Fic: Double Strike- Through
Summary: Derek falls. Eventually Sarah notices. Tiny insert of thoughts into Adam Raised a Cain.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for Adam Raised a Cain.
Disclaimer: Not mine, very likely never will be
Note: Because I'm shocked, I think i'll post a fic...
When the adrenaline ebbs and my lungs deflate enough for me to sneak back into myself, it is not the jungles of South America that I remember. I don't think of war games and lessons learned in the heat of battle. I think of who I used to be. I think I coiffed hair and high heels. I think of Junior-year chemistry. Ms. Edgecombe was a regular Nazis,I thought at the time. There was never enough time to run a whole lab or enough supplies to go around but she still insisted on choir-angel levels of perfection. Every experiment, every mix, every dilution, every spill, and every stray thought must be recorded in the lab book. Every i must be dotted and don't you dare forget to cross those t's.
Mistakes must be endured as part of the scientific process. But heaven forbid they be secreted away under the rug-burn scent and dead skin shavings of an eraser. No, no, missy. Two lines drawn through that mispelled word, and initial the correction, thank you very much, we must ackowledge our change of mind! We must not obscure anything. Every note we make must be available tot the sientific community for scrutiny. It must be left out there for all to see for the sake of Science!
Hell, it was like we were building an A-Bomb.
I had hated that lab book. I hated the monotony of its pages. But mostly I hated its clean precision marred by the dark lines of mispelled words, mistakes showing through.
When I think of his body it's the same. It seems so shockingly and suddenly wrong. In my mind's eye there is a dark vacancy in his forehead and bruises starting on his face. It's a mistake I didn't expect, a page marred by too much ink.
Were I someone else, were I him, I'd just go back and change it. I'd flip a switch and jump back into our lives to change everything. Take it back. Do it over.
In my mind my fingers have twitched and when I look down I see I've spelled my name wrong. I stare for a moment at the brutal clumsiness of the letters. I cross them out. I initial.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for Adam Raised a Cain.
Disclaimer: Not mine, very likely never will be
Note: Because I'm shocked, I think i'll post a fic...
When the adrenaline ebbs and my lungs deflate enough for me to sneak back into myself, it is not the jungles of South America that I remember. I don't think of war games and lessons learned in the heat of battle. I think of who I used to be. I think I coiffed hair and high heels. I think of Junior-year chemistry. Ms. Edgecombe was a regular Nazis,I thought at the time. There was never enough time to run a whole lab or enough supplies to go around but she still insisted on choir-angel levels of perfection. Every experiment, every mix, every dilution, every spill, and every stray thought must be recorded in the lab book. Every i must be dotted and don't you dare forget to cross those t's.
Mistakes must be endured as part of the scientific process. But heaven forbid they be secreted away under the rug-burn scent and dead skin shavings of an eraser. No, no, missy. Two lines drawn through that mispelled word, and initial the correction, thank you very much, we must ackowledge our change of mind! We must not obscure anything. Every note we make must be available tot the sientific community for scrutiny. It must be left out there for all to see for the sake of Science!
Hell, it was like we were building an A-Bomb.
I had hated that lab book. I hated the monotony of its pages. But mostly I hated its clean precision marred by the dark lines of mispelled words, mistakes showing through.
When I think of his body it's the same. It seems so shockingly and suddenly wrong. In my mind's eye there is a dark vacancy in his forehead and bruises starting on his face. It's a mistake I didn't expect, a page marred by too much ink.
Were I someone else, were I him, I'd just go back and change it. I'd flip a switch and jump back into our lives to change everything. Take it back. Do it over.
In my mind my fingers have twitched and when I look down I see I've spelled my name wrong. I stare for a moment at the brutal clumsiness of the letters. I cross them out. I initial.