A/N I'm The General, one of the two writers of 'Clintasha4Eva', and this is a little something I've been writing up lately, just been too lazy to post (That and I'm just beginning to use this website and it's insanely confusing for a newbie like me). Soooo I hope ya'll enjoy this little Clintasha fanfic! Please comment what you think and if you have any ideas for further chapters, feel free to suggest. I'm always looking for something to write!
Five bullets.
Three knife wounds.
And a poison or two.
She wasn't completely sure what had gone wrong, she couldn't remember, couldn't even think straight. Her memory was a blur, her sight was a blur, everything was so.. Fuzzy.
And then there was him.
He was the only thing clear in it all. His face, his voice, everything about him made sense. He came to see her often, sitting by her side. Sometimes he would bring things with him; small things. Once, he brought a rose. One single rose, and placed it into a clear, glass vase the nameless people working there had supplied for him. She didn't know why tears ran down his face when he looked at the rose, she didn't understand what made him so upset.
Until he began to say things.
It had taken her a while to piece everything together. This man was her partner, more then that from how he spoke. He was her friend. No, her lover. The one being who understood her even when she didn't understand herself. They had gone somewhere, on a mission he said. Somewhere dangerous, heavily guarded. Something had gone wrong, he had been in trouble. And somehow, she didn't know why, but she saved him. She sacrificed herself for him. He said that day in and day out; the only words she ever made clear. "You saved me.." He would whisper through the silent tears. "Why did you have to save me?" She had no idea why she saved him, she didn't even know his name. Maybe she did, but couldn't remember it.
It was all a blur.
But through everything else,
He made sense.
Days passed of her laying there, listening to the scuttling of people around her, listening to the man mutter to himself and those around him. Something about him was... Familiar. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see what he looked like.
She wanted to remember.
She could hear, that was the one thing keeping her from going completely insane. It gave her information. It helped her learn about what had happened, what was going on.
Something about a coma. Something about nearly three months. Something about saving his life, then falling. Hard.
Something about hurting. Something about never waking up. Something about sorry. Something about forgiving him. Something about love. Something about hate. Something about fear. And every emotion in between. Why was he saying these things to her? Why was he giving her all of this free information?
The man was telling her everything, and she had a feeling that if she could speak, ask any question, he would answer truthfully. He wouldn't lie, that's what intrigued her. How close had they been? Had they really been so close that he would tell her anything she wanted to know? And truthfully? She must have meant a lot to him, but did he mean anything to her?
Of course he did.
The words came to her mind unconsciously, almost as if they didn't belong to her. They must have belonged to the part of her that remembered, if there was a piece of her mind that had any memory of the occurrences before being confined to this still state.
She wanted to see him.