[fanfic] In Other Words... (PG)
Title: In Other Words...
Author: tiptoe39
Pairing: Matt/Daphne
Rating: PG
Summary: On the moon. Requested by biggerbeans, peer pressure applied by boudecia7.
Warning: Spoilers for 3x20 "Cold Snap." And bring hankies.
In other words...
The Earth glimmered on the horizon, a whirl of frosty colors. From far away, the clouds' edges made slick silver swirls around the oceans. Mountains stood like bruises, discolored knuckles on the ever-changing ball.
"I thought it'd be blurrier," Daphne said as they touched down. Dust scattered in slow motion at their feet.
"That's how you saw it on Earth," said Matt. "Because you never stopped running. But here there's no atmosphere. No air. Like you said, you can't run on that."
"But you can fly on it." The image was pinprick-sharp, almost painful. She wanted to look away.
"It's my head," he said with a grin. "If you want, I can make you able to run in space." And with a snap of his fingers, she felt a spring in her legs like coiled wire snapping. She leapt up into midair and broke into a quick jog, and for a moment it looked like she'd dash over the horizon and out of sight. But her steps slowed, and she sank to the ground and returned to stand in front of Matt, lowering her eyes and shaking her head.
"What's wrong?" He didn't want to ask, didn't want the answer.
"I'm tired of running," she said slowly. "Matt, I'm tired."
He shook his head, his mouth trembling. No. Not yet.
"But we can dance."
She tilted her head to the side, reached out her hand and smiled. His heart filled with air, and as they moved together, the music of their minds wafted through the no-air, an impossible symphony in an ethereal voice.
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars...
"Did we dance to this before?" she wondered, her head settling light and sweet on his shoulder.
"Maybe once before." He wasn't sure either, but he thought he remembered a night after dinner, dishes still in the sink, old song on the radio, apron wrapped around her waist just like his arm as they drifted in a slow reverie across the tiles. Her tiny feet on his, just like now.
...In other words, hold my hand
in other words, darling, kiss me...
And kiss her he did, and this time she didn't shy away or plant an indirect kiss on his cheek but kissed him back fully and openly, and warmth and affection flooded through him. In this kiss he could almost believe he could stop time, that this would be forever.
Almost.
Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more
You are all I long for, all I worship and adore
The illusion started to fade, and even in his arms she felt far away and intangible. "You didn't mean what you said in that hospital room," he said quickly. "You didn't mean you didn't love me, right? You were just trying to make it easier for me to let you go?"
She looked into his eyes, breath to breath, and put a hand on his cheek. Said nothing.
In other words, please be true
"Fly me to the moon, Matt," she whispered, and then she was melting against him like sugar, like light.
Melting into him like a kiss.
Then all was cold and he was alone on the moon, traveling through space back to a world where a dull, high-pitched beeping and a hand on his shoulder were the only sensations he knew to feel.
"I'm sorry, Matt," said Mohinder in a low voice.
Matt touched the white hand limp beside his, leaned over to whisper in the unhearing ear.
"In other words..."
In other words, I love you
:goodbye:
Author: tiptoe39
Pairing: Matt/Daphne
Rating: PG
Summary: On the moon. Requested by biggerbeans, peer pressure applied by boudecia7.
Warning: Spoilers for 3x20 "Cold Snap." And bring hankies.
In other words...
The Earth glimmered on the horizon, a whirl of frosty colors. From far away, the clouds' edges made slick silver swirls around the oceans. Mountains stood like bruises, discolored knuckles on the ever-changing ball.
"I thought it'd be blurrier," Daphne said as they touched down. Dust scattered in slow motion at their feet.
"That's how you saw it on Earth," said Matt. "Because you never stopped running. But here there's no atmosphere. No air. Like you said, you can't run on that."
"But you can fly on it." The image was pinprick-sharp, almost painful. She wanted to look away.
"It's my head," he said with a grin. "If you want, I can make you able to run in space." And with a snap of his fingers, she felt a spring in her legs like coiled wire snapping. She leapt up into midair and broke into a quick jog, and for a moment it looked like she'd dash over the horizon and out of sight. But her steps slowed, and she sank to the ground and returned to stand in front of Matt, lowering her eyes and shaking her head.
"What's wrong?" He didn't want to ask, didn't want the answer.
"I'm tired of running," she said slowly. "Matt, I'm tired."
He shook his head, his mouth trembling. No. Not yet.
"But we can dance."
She tilted her head to the side, reached out her hand and smiled. His heart filled with air, and as they moved together, the music of their minds wafted through the no-air, an impossible symphony in an ethereal voice.
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars...
"Did we dance to this before?" she wondered, her head settling light and sweet on his shoulder.
"Maybe once before." He wasn't sure either, but he thought he remembered a night after dinner, dishes still in the sink, old song on the radio, apron wrapped around her waist just like his arm as they drifted in a slow reverie across the tiles. Her tiny feet on his, just like now.
...In other words, hold my hand
in other words, darling, kiss me...
And kiss her he did, and this time she didn't shy away or plant an indirect kiss on his cheek but kissed him back fully and openly, and warmth and affection flooded through him. In this kiss he could almost believe he could stop time, that this would be forever.
Almost.
Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more
You are all I long for, all I worship and adore
The illusion started to fade, and even in his arms she felt far away and intangible. "You didn't mean what you said in that hospital room," he said quickly. "You didn't mean you didn't love me, right? You were just trying to make it easier for me to let you go?"
She looked into his eyes, breath to breath, and put a hand on his cheek. Said nothing.
In other words, please be true
"Fly me to the moon, Matt," she whispered, and then she was melting against him like sugar, like light.
Melting into him like a kiss.
Then all was cold and he was alone on the moon, traveling through space back to a world where a dull, high-pitched beeping and a hand on his shoulder were the only sensations he knew to feel.
"I'm sorry, Matt," said Mohinder in a low voice.
Matt touched the white hand limp beside his, leaned over to whisper in the unhearing ear.
"In other words..."
In other words, I love you
:goodbye: