Dead Doll Drabbles

Author: wobbear
Rating: G
Disclaimer: old news─I own neither CSI nor the characters.
Summary/Spoilers: The title tells the tale: two drabbles based on the final scene in 8x01.
Author's notes: I decided to try a drabble. And then a companion piece.
#1 Inspired by a line from Christina Rossetti's poem Remember.
#2 Influenced by Shakespeare's Sonnet 47 (yes, the one in Grissom's letter).
Previously posted on geekfiction. Hope you enjoy.


The First

Rotor thumping faintly heard echoes the pounding in my chest. I stare, I hope as rescuers tend you. Your eyes open and I am saved.

Perhaps I smile. You squeeze my hand and I live again.

Hours later, your ravaged skin is vivid in the white-robed room. You are so still. Are you sleeping? My urgent grasp confirms your pulse.

My tension eases; you are here with me. Electronic beeping infiltrates my fear-deafened mind and I sigh shakily. You're alive, you're safe.

I think of coffee to help me through the night.

I half turn to go, yet turning stay.


The Second

Noise surrounds me and in the jostling air tense voices are calling. I hear my name.

Nicky?

They sound worried. Why? I'm relieved.

Now I'm on a wave, floating.

I hear surf pounding above me. Where's the water?

I try, but I cannot see. Sweet softness on my hand urges me to try again.

My heavy lids protest. I'm fighting my body still. Determined, I concentrate.

Victory is black and white, turning blue as your questing eyes meet mine. You try to smile, and I breathe again. I'm alive, I'm safe.

I remember your unsent letter─my heart and eye delight.


The end