CATEGORY:- HIGHLANDER/NCIS
PAIRING:- SARAH/DUNCAN
THEMES:- FAMILY/ANGST
RATING:- K+
TITLE:- I'M ONLY MORTAL
DESCRIPTION:- WHAT WOULD LIFE BE LIKE WITHOUT IMMORTALITY?
DEDICATED TO MY B'SHEIRT
Sarah smiled happily as she lay back in the bath, leaning back against her strong muscular chest as teh lavender sceneted bubbles surrounded the two lovers.
Duncan smiled as he wrapped his arms around his one true love, pressing his soft lips to her wet shoulder.
To any normal person they were an ordinary young married couple but to those who knew them, well that was a different story.
Duncan's wife had Jethro's vivid blue eyes and Ziva's Israeli complexion as well as her dark curls.
Their hands were joined over Sarah's swollen pregnant stomach. It was Sarah's fourth pregnancy but hopefully her first baby. They had tried many tiomes to have a baby but it was very hard for them to concieve.
Sarah worked as teh director of N.C.I.S, whilst her husband was a Navy Lieutenant. She was the youngest director ever to work at N.C.I.S. She had taken over from Jen after her passing and after Leon Vance was arrested for the murder of the beautiful red headed woman, and had been exposed for the low life murderous scum that he truly was.
She went into labour two hours later and after six hours of labour she sat beside her beloved husband with their newborn baby in her arms.
Fast asleep in her husband's arms she awoke, looking around she sighed heavily.
Duncan sat up and looked at his wife, "What's wrong sweetheart?" he asked softly, for the fourth time that week, he was getting worried about his wife. She barely slept and when she did she always woke up as though she wished to fall back to sleep once more and find haven in her dreams.
Sarah forced a smile, "Nothing" she said softly, "Just a dream" she whispered curling back up to her hsuband and running her soft hand over her flat stomach, she knew she could never have a child. Without a womb, there is no hope of carrying part of the man you love within you