Silently
Song fiction thanks to my friends choice of songs. My idea is Jo watching Sam, this song mixing with her thoughts. From Jo's POV.
Song-Silently
Artist-Elliot Minor
Disclaimer-Sam Nixon and Jo Masters are property of Talkback Thames, no-one else.
Watching her through her office windows, tapping at her computer, files laden on her desk, all I can see is her. I'm sitting so far from her, but still, I can see her perfectly. Her blonde locks are glowing golden from the afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds covering the office window. It feels like I'm spinning, oh, Jo, stop it, she's straight.
Take your
swing and fall
Pass through the turn table
And for the first
time, I'm standing so far away
And some will say
She enters CID centeral, her amazing emerald eyes scanning over us. She says nothing, but she captures me. She just lights up my day, the beautiful Samantha Nixon. She's my reason for living, I just love how the day seems so much more visable with her around. Hmm, she looks absolutely gorgeous, skirt showing her beautifully toned legs, a tailored jacket clinging to her wonderful curves and her hair twisted up, held in place by a silvery butterfly clip. I believe in life when she's around.
So silently, you
make this day, so so real and never ending,
Standing on the edge
believing,
That this will never end.
God, I'm hearing things, it's her voice, calling my name. Christ, I'm going mad now. It's distant, hazy, but I think it's a daydream, even though it seems so real. I suppose its just exhaustion, it's moving on in the day, please let it end soon, this is torture. It's now starting to spit with rain, oh shit; I walked to work this morning. Any more carries on like this, I'm going to be soaked when I get home.
As the day gets
older I hear your voice,
Nothing stays for free.
As the rain
keeps falling, I hear you calling my name.
And so we'll say
She remains silent, constantly. Its times like this I could murder her, even though I have fallen for her. Damn this, I hate her oh so cool attitude. She's my boss, colleagues, nothing more, at least in her eyes that how it is. For me, it's so much more. Even if it is just a daydream, well, Nixon spotting is fun.
So silently, you
make this day, so unreal and never ending,
Standing on the edge
believing,
That this will never end, this will never end.
I'm getting out of her, my shifts finished anyway. Torture, this is, pure torture. So I run, out of CID, out of the station, out of Sun Hill. I have tears streaking my face, mascara running with it. I don't care if I'm a mess, it's her fault.
Running out, I'm
running out,
Running out, I'm running out.
I was wrong, the whole days been an illusion. My paperwork's drowned me; I've been staring at her. I know it was wrong, but I did it anyway. So, deep set in horror, when I open the door and get into the living room, I collapse face down onto the sofa, sobbing. This isn't me, why me?
So silently, you
make this day, so unreal and never ending,
Standing on the edge
believing this way
But each day is like the one before; she remains silent, so silent.
So silently, you
make this day, so unreal and never ending,
Standing on the edge
believing that this will never end, this will never end, this will
never, this will never end
Please tell me what you thought, constructive criticism is more than welcome. I used this song because I love the lyrics but it might not work for you, so please let me know.