Funeral Thoughts, A Series of Drabbles
Author: Quin
This is totally unrelated to the rest of my fic. A drabble is a story exactly 100 words long, not including title. I just wondered how Steph would react to some things.
Drabble 1, part A
Ranger was shot today. He's in the hospital now. He's going to be fine. A woman with a young girl just showed up. The girl really looks like Ranger. Must be his ex and daughter. I'm surrounded by dozens of big ex-special forces guys, Connie, and Lula. But what if…?
Drabble 2
Ranger was shot three days ago. He was already gone when I got to the hospital. The doctors said there was nothing they could do. Now, at the funeral, I'm surrounded by Ranger's teams, Connie, Lula, and some people who must be family. I wouldn't know. Never had the chance. To do a lot of things. I should have told Ranger how I felt. But he's gone. There's nothing I can do. It's not like we were in love. I don't have much to grieve for. He was just another friend. I have no right to sob like this. Right?
Drabble 3
Ranger died three days ago. He had a heart attack, the doctors tell me. Heart disease runs in his family, he told me a few years ago. He thought that's how he would go, now that he's retired. At least he went in his sleep. I looked down at my ring-less left hand and sighed. Maybe I should have accepted one of those marriage proposals. But they didn't seem right. Not like Ranger. And I never felt ready for Ranger. So here I am, alone. At his funeral. Sobbing like there's no tomorrow. Because there never really will be, now.
Drabble 4
Ranger died three days ago. Just drifted off in his sleep. At least he went peacefully. That's more than he expected, even though he's retired now. Was, that is. Thinking of him in the past tense is going to take getting used to. I leaned into Joe as I watched the coffin being lowered. Maybe I shouldn't have settled for Joe, I know that's what I did. Ranger was too scary. But we've been happy. No fireworks, at least not on my part, but happy. There's a lot of sobbing going on, but I have too much pain to cry.
Drabble 5
Ranger died three days ago. The doctors said the surgery didn't go well. But we had been saying goodbye for awhile now, knowing the surgery probably wouldn't work. We had 40 incredible years. The kids are taking it harder than me, but they have plenty of their father in them. They're strong, they'll be okay. Maybe a little of that comes from me. Ranger always said that's one of the millions of things he loved about me. And I know that when it's my time, he'll be waiting for me. Patient to the end. Just like always. Ranger, my love.
Drabble 1, part B
Those scenes flitted through my mind, and they scared me. The first three brought me more pain than I had ever experienced. The last, well, I never knew I be that fulfilled. No unfinished business, I guess. I think Ranger and I should talk. I have something to tell him.
Author: Quin
This is totally unrelated to the rest of my fic. A drabble is a story exactly 100 words long, not including title. I just wondered how Steph would react to some things.
Drabble 1, part A
Ranger was shot today. He's in the hospital now. He's going to be fine. A woman with a young girl just showed up. The girl really looks like Ranger. Must be his ex and daughter. I'm surrounded by dozens of big ex-special forces guys, Connie, and Lula. But what if…?
Drabble 2
Ranger was shot three days ago. He was already gone when I got to the hospital. The doctors said there was nothing they could do. Now, at the funeral, I'm surrounded by Ranger's teams, Connie, Lula, and some people who must be family. I wouldn't know. Never had the chance. To do a lot of things. I should have told Ranger how I felt. But he's gone. There's nothing I can do. It's not like we were in love. I don't have much to grieve for. He was just another friend. I have no right to sob like this. Right?
Drabble 3
Ranger died three days ago. He had a heart attack, the doctors tell me. Heart disease runs in his family, he told me a few years ago. He thought that's how he would go, now that he's retired. At least he went in his sleep. I looked down at my ring-less left hand and sighed. Maybe I should have accepted one of those marriage proposals. But they didn't seem right. Not like Ranger. And I never felt ready for Ranger. So here I am, alone. At his funeral. Sobbing like there's no tomorrow. Because there never really will be, now.
Drabble 4
Ranger died three days ago. Just drifted off in his sleep. At least he went peacefully. That's more than he expected, even though he's retired now. Was, that is. Thinking of him in the past tense is going to take getting used to. I leaned into Joe as I watched the coffin being lowered. Maybe I shouldn't have settled for Joe, I know that's what I did. Ranger was too scary. But we've been happy. No fireworks, at least not on my part, but happy. There's a lot of sobbing going on, but I have too much pain to cry.
Drabble 5
Ranger died three days ago. The doctors said the surgery didn't go well. But we had been saying goodbye for awhile now, knowing the surgery probably wouldn't work. We had 40 incredible years. The kids are taking it harder than me, but they have plenty of their father in them. They're strong, they'll be okay. Maybe a little of that comes from me. Ranger always said that's one of the millions of things he loved about me. And I know that when it's my time, he'll be waiting for me. Patient to the end. Just like always. Ranger, my love.
Drabble 1, part B
Those scenes flitted through my mind, and they scared me. The first three brought me more pain than I had ever experienced. The last, well, I never knew I be that fulfilled. No unfinished business, I guess. I think Ranger and I should talk. I have something to tell him.