Five Miles to Midnight
By GeoGirl
Disclaimer: ABC, Bad Robot, JJ Abrams and other corporate types own Alias. I'm just visiting.
Distribution: Cover Me, CD, Weiss Fanfic Archive and anyone who asks.
A/N: Follows "the Enemy Walks In". This was written for a challenge over at SD-6. Hope you like.
The title is taken from a song by the Devlins.
The gray of his face is like the sky on a rainy day.
Cheap hooker red is the color of his blood.
Disinfectant is sharp and bitter, like beer gone bad.
The wail of the sirens reminds him of the ocean just after the storm.
Chaos, swirling pulling him in, thrashing him around. "Sir, you must stand back."
The beautiful ballet of blurry faces around the white and silver bed where his best friend lay, motionless.
He is never motionless, like the inner workings of a clock. How did he stop? When did things get so broken?
Darkness descends. A bag of deep crimson hanging, follow the trail to a silver needle invading a throbbing blue vein.
He shudders as the coldness of the gray skin is dispelled.
He stares out into the dark. The blinding fluorescent lights behind him echo off the glass.
Five miles to midnight.
Please make it. You're my best friend. Damn you. You can't die.
Four miles to midnight.
High tide, low tide. People in white shuffle in and out of the door.
Three miles to midnight.
Silence, like being underwater.
Two miles to midnight.
Bells go off. Not the panic bells. NO
One mile to midnight.
Soft, breathy. "Hey Mikey."
Midnight is past and morning is dawning.