Just a little something I wrote awhile ago...
Okay, well, more like a year ago. Hah. I found it last night, and figured I'd post it. It's just a little drabble.
Enjoy.
Mmmmmm.
She pulls the can to her lips and sighs as the cool liquid makes contact with her tongue. The drink fizzes as she swallows and leaves a funny aftertaste in the back of her throat.
She likes the taste, a strange mixture that she kind of wants to say was Coke but really isn't quite like it at all.
She leans back in her chair, glancing slightly at the monitor of which she really should have been watching and sighs. Sliding the headset off her ears, she reasons with herself. He'd only been sleeping after all. No threats besides the constant mutterings of sandwiches and Call of Duty 4. She chuckles slightly, yes, always the gamer. She wonders if his children would be into games. Would it be because he'd play them constantly, or would it be hereditary? Could a thing like that even be in your genes?
Would they have his eyes, she ponders. Definatley the hair. She laughs a little at that, how it seems to make funny animal shapes when it gets too long.
"You're rambling again", she sighs to herself for the third time in less than a minute.
Glancing at the monitor again, she runs a hand through her hair.
She worries. Always. What would happen if they got caught, if someone found out. It crushes him to lie to the people he loves all the time, she knows that. But she also knows that he cares for their safety and knows what would happen if they were to found out who he really is. What he really is.
She worries about what would happen if he was killed. He's always being put in the line of fire and she blames herself for it.
Stupid computer. Stupid government. Stupid world.
She wonders what he sees when he looks at her. Does he really like her for who she is, or is it all just looks? No, she is sure he sees something beneath the handguns and Orange Orange uniform. Maybe even more than she sees in herself.
In all honesty, it is she who is the insecure one. She comes up with mindless excuses for it. Her job, she is his handler, she could get fired, how it is just wrong. But that's the thing. In her eyes it isn't wrong. It's perfect. He is the exact opposite of her, and that was what she likes about him. He's funny and kind and sweet and caring and she just wishes she could do something to deserve a guy like him.
She looks at the can of root beer in her hand and wonders what it's like to be normal.