Author: Nelle Donaghue
Title: Cycle
E-mail: Elbereth235@aol.com
Rating: PG-13 for issues, WARNING: This *is* a death story!
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Characters: Bayliss(huge shock there)
Spoilers: Homicide.com, Forgive Us Our Tresspasses, Homicide: Life Everlasting
Summary: The last few hours of Bayliss' life
Author's note: This is a death story, but not in the usual sense. Just remember that I really like happy endings. I got bitten by this muse while listening to Lightening Crash by Live. Feedback? Yes please!! And many thanks to Carla for answering pressing questions. May you always have plenty of Hot Mustard.*weg*
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Tim Bayliss stood in his cell looking out the prison window contemplating his life. He knew his time in this physical body was going to end soon. He had gone to his partner on the roof of the precinct all those years ago to be absolved of his wrongs, he hadn't gotten it then, he still didn't have it. Maybe that was why he didn't fight his execution. He knew that he deserved punishment for what he had done. He had played God, and now he was reaping the consequences. He glanced over at the clock and noted that he had only 12 hours left to live. Six hours until his last meal. Frank would have thought it incredibly ironic that his last meal was going to be a grilled cheese sandwich, chocolate milk and fries.
He was surprised that he felt as at peace with himself as he did. All of his goodbyes were taken care of. He had insisted that none of his family and friends be there tonight, he didn't want to put them through that. He was ready to die.
The six hours passed quickly, he read some and meditated some. His eyes snapped open when he heard the lock open. He saw his last meal before him. As he was eating his grilled cheese sandwich, he chuckled at the memory of beating Frank at a battle of stubbornness over a grilled cheese sandwich. The end result had been him finding grilled cheese sandwiches everywhere. He smiled fondly at the memory and finished eating.
The last six hours of his life, he meditated. At 11:45 PM he was taken to the execution chamber and strapped into the gurney there. He felt the prick of two IV needles, one in each arm. At midnight, the IV's were started, he felt consciousness slip away. After spending a few minutes into the darkness, he felt himself catapulted out of his physical body into the ether.
He hovered formlessly in the ether, searching for a new place for his soul to reside. He felt himself drawn towards one particular area. Once he got there, he felt himself pulled downwards towards the Earth and thrust into a physical form. He felt a slap on his back and he opened his eyes to see a blurry world in front of him. Jacob Daniel Anderson cried and was placed in the arms of his delighted parents.
~~finis~~