"I'm coming home."
This is my first casualty FanFiction, it may turn into a multi-chapter fiction but may remain a one-shot.
Non of the characters are my own, all belong to the BBC.
"Max?" her voice croaked down the line as if they were the first words she'd spoken that day, "I'm coming home."
For a brief moment he thought he was dreaming again, but he opened his eyes and realised the ringing phone he'd assumed was his alarm was now pressed to his ear and he could hear her breathing down the line.
"Zoe? Zo, is that you?" He knew it was her, she'd said his name in the way only she could, making his heart ache and sing with joy at the same time.
"It's me. I'm coming home", her voice had faded to a whisper, the confidence gone and replaced by a need for reassurance that he wanted her.
"I need to see you."
He was sat up now, eyes struggling to adjust to the morning sun making its way through the cracks in the curtains. There was so much he wanted to say, so many times he'd imagined what he'd say to her. How her leaving hadn't stopped him hurting. That he still loved her. That his days were just filled with the ghosts of their time together.
"When?" he croaked.
"Today. I land at six, could we.."
"I'll be there." He said cutting her off, he'd always be there. Anything for her.
There was a silence filled only with their breath, but comforting knowing the other was there.
"I have to go," her voice cracked, "they're calling my flight." He could hear the tears through her voice, he wanted to tell her it to cry, that it would be ok. But he didn't know that it would, and he'd never lie to her.
"Not quite the taxi blowing his horn," was all he could manage to say before he heard the beep that ended the call.
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