Title: Gusts of Wind Blowing in Different Directions
Fandom: Blindspot
Character: Patterson
Summary: Post 2x10. "The longer you run from this, the more it will hurt when it catches you." Mayfair's words come back to haunt Patterson.
Disclaimer: Not my players, just my playground.
Notes: I just don't know where this came from. Title inspired by The Lost Dinosaur.
In the end, it's just her. Alone. In her hospital bed, nothing but her thoughts for company.
No David.
No Robert. (Nay, Nigel.)
Just Patterson.
The world feels fuzzy, blurry around the edges. The combination of pain medications and the isolation of her lost hearing, darkening – muting everything around her.
Her life feels like bits of paper torn asunder, blowing endlessly, ceaselessly, just out of her grasp. She can feel each moment as it slips through her fingers. Each touching a memory.
A game piece.
'I'm so sorry. I - I don't know how I'm ever gonna forgive myself.'
'It's not your fault. You loved me. I know that. And I loved you. You know that. That won't go away.'
A gunshot.
"I'm, I'm so sorry."
"Don't come near me!"
The memories bright, like the sun, fade and then drift in opposite directions. The one behind her, she claws at, unable to hold on to, wishing she could bring it back.
The other, gusting forward, a barricade she cannot move past.
She's left in the middle. Caught in the eye of the storm, nowhere to run.
A puzzle, unsolved.
- Fin.
