Fallout
Post-ep for Redrum
Catherine and Sara
have some things to work out.
Part of the 'Variations on a Theme' series. I seem to keep writing the same story, over and over again, and this is one variation.
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"I didn't have a
choice."
Sara reacts, her
eyes narrowing in disbelief, but Nick speaks up first.
"We trust you with
our lives, Catherine, you could have trusted us with this."
Catherine meets
Warrick's eyes, and sees her answer there, the loss of his support
a blow. She looks down at the table, and then up, desperately.
"Sara?"
"If I have
something to say to you, Catherine, I'm going to say it in
private."
The hallway lights barely illuminate the interior of the lab, and the woman sitting there, her back to the door. She's starting out the glass walls, at the janitor mopping the floor, but really, she's staring at nothing at all.
"So what do you have to say to me?" Catherine asks from the doorway, reluctant to enter the stillness that surrounds the other woman.
She doesn't stir, but she answers nonetheless. "I said 'If I have something to say to you'."
"So you don't have anything to say?" When Sara doesn't answer, the blonde woman tries, in vain she knows, to defend her actions. "I didn't have a choice, the undersheriff…"
Even though her voice is barely above a whisper, it cuts through Catherine's words clearly, cruelly, "Everyone has a choice."
Catherine leans her head against the doorframe and waits in the darkness and silence, but the object of her attention makes no further movement or conversation. Eventually, the older woman, who is never known for her patience, gives up trying to wait out the slow simmering anger, and when she goes, the other woman stays, lost in the stillness, trying to silence the chaos in her head.
