This is a short drabble I wrote in my head on the way back to campus from Lake Placid. It was originally going to be longer, and originally there was going to be this whole hotel scene and everything. I might still turn it into a full story, but if I do it will probably not be in this style. I liked this, but it was more difficult than my normal stuff. I will be updating The Servant soon, I don't have a paper due until Friday, and that one should be relatively easy, so I won't be as busy as I was this weekend. Anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own sanctuary, nor do I own Niagara Falls or anything to do with it. I suppose I do technically own the kid, but whatevs...
At Niagara Falls, there is a statue of a great man. It stands as sentinel on the path, towering over everyone around it. Kneeling on the ground in front of the statue, her head in her hands, is a woman with wavy brown hair. Sobs wrack her lean body, tears spilling from her hands onto the ground beneath her. Next to the woman stands a boy who looks to be around three, patting the woman's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. The boy has fair, curly hair and grey eyes and is wearing a small suit. Strangers pass the pair, talking amongst themselves, laughing, oblivious to their pain. That is, until a gentle yet firm hand places itself on the woman's shoulder, opposite the boy, squeezing lightly. The woman turns, revealing grief-stricken blue eyes, and locks with a pair of worried and apologetic greys. This new man looks remarkably similar to the statue in front of him, although his hair is shorter and spikes upwards. The woman throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and sobs into his chest. He wraps his arms around her tightly, burying his face in her hair. The child wraps his tiny arms around the man's leg, grinning happily. The three of them stand like that for what seems like hours, though it was probably much shorter. The woman pulls away first, a hint of anger in her eyes.
"Where have you been?" she demands, tears leaping to her eyes again, her face almost as wet as the rocks beneath the falls.
"I am sorry, ljubav. I appear to have lost my way in returning to you," the man responds, a crooked grin spreading across his face, though there is a hidden pain in his eyes.
"We thought you were dead," the woman whispers, moving back to rest her head against the man's chest. The man holds her close with one arm, while his other hand rubs circles on the woman's back. The child beneath them takes a step back, his eyes wide as he gazes up at the man.
"Daddy, are you coming home with us?" he asks, his voice eager.
"Of course I am, Son," the man promises, smiling. The woman looks up at him, and pulls him down into a kiss. When they break apart, the man bends down and lifts up his son, raising him above his head before pulling the child close to him. The child snuggles into the man, and the man kisses his forehead. The three leave, heading towards the parking lot, leaving nothing more than the sound of giddy, relieved laughter in their wake.