Hi everyone! I know I haven't posted in forever, but I am planning some more fics/oneshots so watch this space! In the meantime I reconfigured an old fic I'd written for a different fandom to help me get back into the swing of things, and I apologise in advance (when you read, you'll understand why I'm apologising!).
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, they're too fabulous! Also, this is loosely based on a film which I didn't write, so bonus points if you can guess which one!
Bang!
One word that meant more as a mere sound in a mere moment than millions had before it. This was one word and one sound that changed so many lives forever.
Bang!
"I know you so little but I couldn't be more certain."
"I'm completely certain. I don't even know your name."
"Shelagh."
"Patrick."
"There, we've made a start."
It is moments like these which render us motionless, untouchable by danger, protected. Nothing can cut through the passion and love of this moment. Nothing. Not even…
Bang!
By the docks on a late spring night two lone figures strolled, locked in an infrangible embrace; one strong left arm encased around one small, slender waist. Each of these figures wore matching smiles as they stopped every now and again to whisper sweet nothings and catch a few kisses. It was unusual for anyone to see such a public display of affection from this couple, however tonight they were celebrating. It was their second wedding anniversary. It was obvious to anyone who could have seen them tonight that they were every bit in love with each other. And their love for each other was stronger than anything else that appraised itself of being indestructible.
However this love was also delicate. More delicate than a tender feather, or a butterfly fluttering from flower to flower, risking its life to collect the precious pollen needed to pollinate. But this love was strong. Nothing nor no one was going to break this loving bond, even if they were each sent to opposite ends of the earth. Even if…
Bang!
Nothing could have prepared them for what was about to happen. No one warned them it would. They had been joined by the docks by one other; a man. A man which had – for a while at least – walked a few feet away from them, apparently on his way home. A man whom neither of them knew, but a man who held the very thing that could ruin all of their happiness in the blink of an eye or the pull of a trigger, all encircled in his right hand…
Bang!
It was all over. The man had taken a wallet, and had left destruction in his wake.
He sat on the cold, hard concrete of the ground – a lone doctor – the tears streaming down his face as he stared down at the love of his life while he tried to stem the blood. He had not cried like this in years. Not since Margaret. Not since…
Bang!
And Shelagh Turner was dead.
I'm sorry! Reviews are always welcome!