Just a short drabble I wrote as I was having Captain/Bizzy feels. Enjoy :)
"The last time I saw you praying of your on volition was the morning we were married," Alistar states, walking into the hospital chapel. A few pews up from the altar, Bizzy was there. Kneeling, her hands clasped together and her head bowed, her lips muttered silent words of questions and hope to the deity they only visited on holidays.
He walks up behind her, and enters the pew, not kneeling but sitting besides his wife, staring at the altar. A large, mahogany cross hangs above the table, which is laced with white linen. A Bible lays open, presumably turned to John. For some reason, that was the one verse that everyone seemed to turn to in their hour of need.
The Montgomery's aren't Religious. They never have been. Society calls for them to attend Church at Christmas, and at Easter, alongside the usual weddings, births and deaths.
"You prayed for a good half hour," Alistar muses, as Bizzy finishes her prayer with a quiet "amen," before sitting on the pew against her husband.
"I was trying to gather some direction," Bizzy states, quietly.
"You slapped Addison," the captain replies, turning to look at his wife. Her usually ready made face was awash with grief, shock and fear. Her foundation cracking beneath her tears, showing her age for the first time in years.
"Archer nearly died, Alistar," Bizzy says, turning her head. "He coded in there. I had to do something...anything. She held me back," Her voice cracks as she speaks.
Montgomery's don't cry. Bizzy's mother had told her that, and she had said the same thing to all three of their kids as they grew up. Turning her head away from Alistar, she straightens her back, and shifts in her seat as she tries her best to stop her tears from falling.
"We're alone in here," Alistar reminds Bizzy. "If you need to," he says, before finishing his sentence in another direction. "He's our son. We aren't meant to bury him. That isn't how it goes. Parents shouldn't bury their children, it's not the natural process."
For the first time in years, Beatrice Montgomery cracks. Just for a split second, she cracks, and a sob can be heard escaping her lips. It is almost as if she checks herself for doing it, because straight after, she is raising a hand to her eye and wiping away her tears.
"We won't bury him, because he will make a full recovery," she says, standing up. "I've prayed, and hopefully this time, God will answer."
Alistar looks at his wife, who is standing beside him now. "This time? What did he forget to answer for you before?"
"The last time you saw me praying of my own volition was on the day we were married," she smirks, sliding past Alistar's legs as she leaves the pew. "And look at that, we're still married."
