Embrace
By: DarkBlue Mint
Disclaimer: Not mine, Gonzo's I think… (please correct me if I'm wrong).
Notes: A couple of people asked for this (Blue Lone Wolf and Heart-san), and for a while I didn't know how to write a WAFFy of this series, then today as I'm about to sleep this thing comes from my brain… (Mental Note: Teach my brain that sleepy time means shutting down for the day).
Sometimes when she closes her eyes she can see her smiling; it's actually a false memory, as the times when Jo smiled weren't an upturned lip or a show of teeth but mostly something about her countenance that changed (or to say properly something Meg imagined changing). Of course knowing this didn't stop the image from filtering to her brain (or that it always made her smile when seeing it). She wonders if a smile would be Jo's reaction at seeing Jango painted red (she doubts it would be the case, but this thought helped her in some dark nights).
If she had to admit it, Meg always sees Jo when she closes her eyes, all her memories of the white haired girl come unbidden whenever she gets distracted and can't avoid them (there had been times when the memories distracted her in the middle of a fight). The memories every so often become so tangible to her that she can swear that she's in front of her; for sometime after losing her Sei thought that Meg should have to be send to a psychiatrist or something, the redhead defended herself saying that as the chinese woman hadn't lost the love of her life she couldn't have opinions about what to do with her (that day Sei had simply lifted an eyebrow and walked away, so Meg thought that her fight was won).
But what actually lets Meg carry on through life are not her memories, but the jacket that Jo left behind. The jacket that still smells like the taciturn woman, that carries her warmth even after all this time, that embraces her as she always wished that Jo did (she didn't count those time when Jo saved her from being the damsel in distress). At nights, when the memories, the hallucinations and the inexistent smiles are not enough, she dons the jacket; and for a moment she imagines Jo arms around her and that they are both entertaining themselves watching one of the zombie's movies that her friend always enjoyed.
And until the day that they find Jo (and Meg is sure as hell that they are going to find her) those unmade memories are enough.
End.
More Notes: I'm going to bed, I hope this is enough.