Title: Forgotten
Author: Claire
Disclaimer: They're not
mine.
Spoilers: Absolutly none really, but if you don't know New Moon Rising
then you won't have a clue what's going on. Set in season 5ish.
Notes: I
really don't know where this came from. I was getting ready for bed and the
first line popped into my head, more followed. I'm not sure what's with the no
name thing, I guess it adds to the effect, but can be very confusing. It's
definitely not a happy fic. But I wrote it and it's very short and quick, I don't
usually do those.
For Amz and Karen, you brightened up my birthday.
Thanks
you guys. You rock.
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The tears fell hot and heavy down her face. It
was not just one of those unexplained, uncontrolled outbursts. She knew exactly
why she was crying. She just didn't know what set it off.
It had been an
ordinary day. A day like any other. She woke up in the bed next to her
girlfriend. They spent most of the day at the shop. They'd discussed spells
they'd like to try. No-one had mentioned it. No one insinuated. No one made a
connection in her head. Even with the inhuman tactlessness and the 'foot in
mouth' syndrome that surrounded her. Now suddenly she was crying.
Water
was gushing down her face. Her mind had managed to get to that place somehow.
She had managed to find some unresolved missage stashed away inside somewhere.
She thought she had done all the crying possible all that time ago. But here she
found herself still remembering the lost presence. It hadn't effected her in
ages. Not it did.
Finally the tear ducts were all cried out. She washed
away the salt and calmed her eyes. She didn't look like she had been crying. She
could face her girl with the usual smile on her face. She would never know the
forbidden thought had crossed her mind. The thought that was supposed to be lost
to her. Why had it come back? She pondered this again as she left the
room.
From the darkness beyond her window was movement. To the trained
eye a figure could be seen. The face, as always, was expressionless. Though down
one cheek slid the glistening shape of a tear. The figure moved away into the
night like some forgotten memory, only present for a second then gone again for
an age.
End
