Title: Something's Missing
Rating: PG-13, for now
Pairing: J/S
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that came from the movie. You know that and I know that so everything's covered.
A/N: I have two more chapters ready to post but let me know what you think of the first one. I know they are a little short but that's how I write. Please r&r.
Chapter 1: It's a hard knock life for me
Sarah leaned heavily against the door. She was exhausted. A third floor apartment seemed like a good idea in the beginning. The heat wave that was washing over the city was unbearable. Sweat was dripping from her forehead and sliding warmly down the side of her face. Her thick mane of sable colored hair was slowly falling out of the regulation bun. The generic green scrubs hung loosely from her thin hips. The shirt stuck sickly to her damp skin. The heat wave was going on its fifth week. The apartment building didn't run to central air and too many people in a confined space created a giant brick oven.
The two-room apartment was all she could afford. The kitchen and living room were sparsely furnished with old but sturdy furniture. A small window let in the moonlight over the sink. A half dead violet was flanked by plastic salt and peppershakers. There was no TV; only a small radio offered any distraction. A short hall led to her bedroom. A plain bed dominated the small space. The only thing she'd been able to keep from her old house was her mirrored dresser. Several milk crates were lined against eh wall. Although an orderly didn't make much money there was enough to pay the bills and splurge on her one obsession, books. Every type of book could be found in her personal library. The requisite sappy love stories, magical fantasies, thrilling mysteries, and even a few do-it-yourself-ers filled the crates to overflowing.
Sarah dropped her bags and mail on the kitchen counter and stumbled down the hall. A nice cool shower was what she needed. Something was needed to get the smell of her own sweat and the overpowering odor of other people off her skin. She shucked her clothes in the hallway and stepped into her tiny bathroom, there was barely enough room to turn around. She stepped into the shower and let the cool water rush over her face and body. The water pulled at her hair until it streamed down her back, like a river of blackness. Her over-heated skin started to cool and she rubbed it with lavender soap. The fragrance rose up to her nose and started to relax her tense body. Propping herself against the wall, the days' events played through her mind like a bad movie. First, it was the filthy street child she had to chase down the hall. Then it was the incontinent old woman who missed her diaper and messed the entire hallway on the way back to her room. She felt bad for the young nursing students who was covered in the stuff. To top off an already stressful day, she had gotten stuck with the 400 pound man would was stuck in his bed. Every day she wondered why she was working at a hospital. Her dreams of acting had been crushed by her first audition. So, in a choice between being a waitress and being an orderly, she chose the lesser of two evils, or so she thought.
She pulled her tired body from the shower and stood dripping on the ripped linoleum. She quickly dried off and wrapped up her sopping hair. Sarah strolled into her bedroom where small fans lazily stirred the stagnant air. Pulling on a thin camisole and bikini panties, she plopped down on her bed and watched herself in the mirror. Dark circles stood out prominently on her pale face. It was too much to stare at her reflection so she collapsed back on the bed and concentrated on the ceiling. Slowly her eyes drifted shut and sleep claimed her worn out soul for itself. Old memory dreams resurfaced and she tossed and turned in her sleep.
"I want you out of this house, now!"
"Fine, I don't want to be here anyway."
"Sarah, don't be like this."
"Dad, she doesn't want me here and obviously neither do you. So I'll go."
In her sleep, Sarah's face wrinkled up and two tears dripped down her cheek before she fell deeper into a sleep where her dreams could no longer plague her.
Rating: PG-13, for now
Pairing: J/S
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that came from the movie. You know that and I know that so everything's covered.
A/N: I have two more chapters ready to post but let me know what you think of the first one. I know they are a little short but that's how I write. Please r&r.
Chapter 1: It's a hard knock life for me
Sarah leaned heavily against the door. She was exhausted. A third floor apartment seemed like a good idea in the beginning. The heat wave that was washing over the city was unbearable. Sweat was dripping from her forehead and sliding warmly down the side of her face. Her thick mane of sable colored hair was slowly falling out of the regulation bun. The generic green scrubs hung loosely from her thin hips. The shirt stuck sickly to her damp skin. The heat wave was going on its fifth week. The apartment building didn't run to central air and too many people in a confined space created a giant brick oven.
The two-room apartment was all she could afford. The kitchen and living room were sparsely furnished with old but sturdy furniture. A small window let in the moonlight over the sink. A half dead violet was flanked by plastic salt and peppershakers. There was no TV; only a small radio offered any distraction. A short hall led to her bedroom. A plain bed dominated the small space. The only thing she'd been able to keep from her old house was her mirrored dresser. Several milk crates were lined against eh wall. Although an orderly didn't make much money there was enough to pay the bills and splurge on her one obsession, books. Every type of book could be found in her personal library. The requisite sappy love stories, magical fantasies, thrilling mysteries, and even a few do-it-yourself-ers filled the crates to overflowing.
Sarah dropped her bags and mail on the kitchen counter and stumbled down the hall. A nice cool shower was what she needed. Something was needed to get the smell of her own sweat and the overpowering odor of other people off her skin. She shucked her clothes in the hallway and stepped into her tiny bathroom, there was barely enough room to turn around. She stepped into the shower and let the cool water rush over her face and body. The water pulled at her hair until it streamed down her back, like a river of blackness. Her over-heated skin started to cool and she rubbed it with lavender soap. The fragrance rose up to her nose and started to relax her tense body. Propping herself against the wall, the days' events played through her mind like a bad movie. First, it was the filthy street child she had to chase down the hall. Then it was the incontinent old woman who missed her diaper and messed the entire hallway on the way back to her room. She felt bad for the young nursing students who was covered in the stuff. To top off an already stressful day, she had gotten stuck with the 400 pound man would was stuck in his bed. Every day she wondered why she was working at a hospital. Her dreams of acting had been crushed by her first audition. So, in a choice between being a waitress and being an orderly, she chose the lesser of two evils, or so she thought.
She pulled her tired body from the shower and stood dripping on the ripped linoleum. She quickly dried off and wrapped up her sopping hair. Sarah strolled into her bedroom where small fans lazily stirred the stagnant air. Pulling on a thin camisole and bikini panties, she plopped down on her bed and watched herself in the mirror. Dark circles stood out prominently on her pale face. It was too much to stare at her reflection so she collapsed back on the bed and concentrated on the ceiling. Slowly her eyes drifted shut and sleep claimed her worn out soul for itself. Old memory dreams resurfaced and she tossed and turned in her sleep.
"I want you out of this house, now!"
"Fine, I don't want to be here anyway."
"Sarah, don't be like this."
"Dad, she doesn't want me here and obviously neither do you. So I'll go."
In her sleep, Sarah's face wrinkled up and two tears dripped down her cheek before she fell deeper into a sleep where her dreams could no longer plague her.