Authors Notice: I know, I know it's short.
But hey I wrote it at 3.20 a.m. and I just got the idea from seeing a picture
of Carter and his mum. I think it turned it okay. Oh by the way, I was wondering
if anybody who have seen the first ep. Of season 8 could mail me?
Disclaimer: I always forget this things. No
they're not mine, and even though I wanted them for my birthday I didn't get
them, not one, not Luka, not Carter and not Dave. But now it's soon Christmas,
crossing my fingers...... Oh, the title is from a song by Suzanne Vega
~*~*~*~*~ The queen and the soldier ~*~*~*~*~
So once again I'm sitting here looking at
the trees we drive past, only this time I'm not a kid anymore. I'm 30 years old
and a doctor, maybe that's why she won't look at me. Because I didn't do as
they wished. I look around, nothing have changed much, not even the smell her
perfume mixed with the smell of the newly cleaned leather in the limousine. It
doesn't smell like a mother, just a business woman.
Maybe it's me there is something wrong
with, maybe I have too great expectations of a mother. It is hard to tell, she
is my only mother so I haven't anyone to compare to.
I'm carefully looking over at her, she's
staring out of the window, looking like nothing is wrong. But it is, gramps is
dead, and I will never see him again. I am used to see people die, but it's
something different when they is someone near.
I look away, wonder when she is going to
bring up the subject Atlanta or my choice of a carrier for that sake. I know
she will, she always do.
I remember sitting like this when I was
little, waiting, silent and bored. I can't remember times I were more bored
than when we drove someplace in the limousine. I never really like those cars,
they just exist so people have something to brag about. I look at her once
more, but something surprises me, a tear, in the corner of her eye, and when I
look closer I can see that her eyes are red and puffy. I wonder who or what you
are crying for mum, cause you never spilled a tear for me, not even when I was
near death. So what are you crying for now?