Disclaimer: They're not mine!
This fic was inspired by the song 'Hear You Me' by Jimmy Eats World and is, as always, dedicated to the voice in my head that has a bad French accent.
The Love of Angels
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in...
She doesn't sleep often, afraid of what she'll see behind closed eyes. No stranger to nightmares, she dozes in fits and starts, disturbed by restless images cascading through her mind.
Still, her dreams have changed of late. She awakes in her dream, the faces of her dead arrayed before her. She avoids their gaze, afraid to see the accusations written there. Afraid to look her failures in the face, to meet the eyes of those she cannot forget. Grodin. Dumae. Ford. Afraid, sick to her stomach and ashamed of her fear.
Yet sooner or later her ocean eyes lift and she finds herself facing one, facing all. Instead of anger she sees gentle sorrow – not for themselves, but for her. For the burdens they have unwillingly placed upon her already straining shoulders. She sees love, and acceptance…forgiveness.
In this moment, Elizabeth weeps, hot tears releasing the bitterness held inside. In this moment she does not fear death. She knows there will be no demons, no tormented souls seeking retribution. Only helping hands to guide her in. To cradle her, to take the burdens and grant her rest.
In this moment Elizabeth sleeps.