Title: The Morning After
Author: bluecake, a.k.a. Annie
Spoilers: "Be Still My Heart", "All In The Family"
Summary: "He opened his eyes, and everything was exactly like it was the day before. It
would always be the same, and never any different."
Category: Angst
Rating: PG
***
The Morning After
He kept his eyes tightly shut for as long as he could as he was awakened from
his slumber by the alarm clock. For he knew when he opened them, everything would be the
same, and he wanted it to be different.
"...Good morning Chicago! And what a lovely morning it is! The high for today is 28,
the low is 15. You may see some scattered flakes throughout the day-"
Whack.
He hit the snooze button like he did nearly every morning-it was like a ritual. Wake up,
hit the snooze button again and again until she came in yelling that they had to be at the
hospital in 20 minutes.
But today was different.
Today she wasn't there.
And she never would be again.
She would never again crawl into bed with him, eating a piece of toast and giggling. She
would never scream at him over the noise of the hair dryer that they were going to be late.
She would never whine over the fact that she hated the radio station that he picked while
they were driving to work. She would never come up and kiss him in the lounge or an exam
room when no one was looking. She would never laugh as he burnt something that he was
cooking for dinner, and quickly take over and make it taste good anyway. She and him would
never make love. And she would never again say 'I love you.'
She wouldn't do any of this because she couldn't.
Because she was dead.
Because she had been murdered.
And, somehow, he was half expecting to find her lying next to him, still sleeping, her
blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her mouth partly open, her blue eyes closed. She
looked like an angel when she slept. Sometimes he would wake up early, just to watch her
sleep.
But he could never do that again. He must remember that.
She would never be sleeping next to him again. And she wasn't right now. Right now
she-no. Not her. Her body was lying in a cold morgue, naked, only to be covered by a sheet.
Her body was mangled by the stab wounds and surgery. A wound to the neck, one to the chest,
two to the belly, her chest cut open so-
No. Don't think of that.
Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe today was Valentine's Day...maybe it was all a dream...
His hand reached over to the other side of the bed...no. No one was there. The radio came
on again. His last hope had faded.
He opened his eyes, and everything was exactly like it was the day before. It would always
be the same, and never any different.
***
This was from Dave's POV, but I guess it could be some one else's.
Please review! :D
~Annie
Author: bluecake, a.k.a. Annie
Spoilers: "Be Still My Heart", "All In The Family"
Summary: "He opened his eyes, and everything was exactly like it was the day before. It
would always be the same, and never any different."
Category: Angst
Rating: PG
***
The Morning After
He kept his eyes tightly shut for as long as he could as he was awakened from
his slumber by the alarm clock. For he knew when he opened them, everything would be the
same, and he wanted it to be different.
"...Good morning Chicago! And what a lovely morning it is! The high for today is 28,
the low is 15. You may see some scattered flakes throughout the day-"
Whack.
He hit the snooze button like he did nearly every morning-it was like a ritual. Wake up,
hit the snooze button again and again until she came in yelling that they had to be at the
hospital in 20 minutes.
But today was different.
Today she wasn't there.
And she never would be again.
She would never again crawl into bed with him, eating a piece of toast and giggling. She
would never scream at him over the noise of the hair dryer that they were going to be late.
She would never whine over the fact that she hated the radio station that he picked while
they were driving to work. She would never come up and kiss him in the lounge or an exam
room when no one was looking. She would never laugh as he burnt something that he was
cooking for dinner, and quickly take over and make it taste good anyway. She and him would
never make love. And she would never again say 'I love you.'
She wouldn't do any of this because she couldn't.
Because she was dead.
Because she had been murdered.
And, somehow, he was half expecting to find her lying next to him, still sleeping, her
blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her mouth partly open, her blue eyes closed. She
looked like an angel when she slept. Sometimes he would wake up early, just to watch her
sleep.
But he could never do that again. He must remember that.
She would never be sleeping next to him again. And she wasn't right now. Right now
she-no. Not her. Her body was lying in a cold morgue, naked, only to be covered by a sheet.
Her body was mangled by the stab wounds and surgery. A wound to the neck, one to the chest,
two to the belly, her chest cut open so-
No. Don't think of that.
Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe today was Valentine's Day...maybe it was all a dream...
His hand reached over to the other side of the bed...no. No one was there. The radio came
on again. His last hope had faded.
He opened his eyes, and everything was exactly like it was the day before. It would always
be the same, and never any different.
***
This was from Dave's POV, but I guess it could be some one else's.
Please review! :D
~Annie