"The Sound of Silence"
By darthelwig
I don't own 'em.
Rated K+.
Derrick cannot stand the sound of that music.
Spoilers: yeah
A/N- I just had to write this to get it out of my head.
That song. God- that song… again.
Why was he hearing it here? Why here, of all places? Was it some sort of sick joke?
God. The sound. It dug into his head like worms- creeping under his skin, making his flesh crawl.
And the machine was dancing to it- as if it could feel the music… as if it were human.
He had no real memories of why he hated the music so much. It was all a blur. His memories were fragmented and hazy. All he could remember clearly was the pain- the pain of not knowing what had happened to his little brother and the pain of that place.
Those two deep sources of anguish melted- coalesced- into a single bright flame that lit his fury.
He wanted to burst into that room and scream his rage as he beat that walking pile of parts into so much scrap.
He wanted to inflict his pain upon it, though he knew it couldn't feel it and couldn't care.
He wanted to fall to his knees and weep for the brother he'd lost and the friends he'd failed.
But he could do none of those things. He could only stand there, listening- horrified by the sight and sounds of that room, transfixed by his own pain.
At first, he didn't notice the tears sliding silently down his face.
He only noticed when the song ended and the room returned to blessed silence.
Once again he could think. Once again his pain retreated to the background. Once again he could compartmentalize it, pretend it didn't exist, that it wasn't eating him alive.
For him, the sound of silence was the sound of freedom.