Hey guys. I know I have been gone for quiet a long time. My muse wasn't at fault this time though, I just had the urge to collect my ideas first before starting to write something. But this story will not be a long one neither a short one and it isn't something I planned to write actually, but after seeing the best of moment of the finale where Liz and Tom have run off together I just needed to shape this…unsatisfactory storyline into something more fitting into my Blacklist-universe. Please don't mind any timeline or storyline mistakes. I haven't seen the finale yet and I will have to wait three or for weeks until I can actually do so.
Disclaimer: Blakclist is not mine and I am not getting any money for this story...Just writing for fun:)
Prologue
In spite of the beautiful weather, the sun shining with all her might onto the white balcony and the pristine white curtains, the woman sitting on the rocking chair with her baby was blankly starring at the blindingly white wall on the far side of the room. She had no idea freedom would feel so dark to her. She had known it could be lonely, but she hadn't expected it to be so…cold and disturbingly dark in midst of blinding light. Even the only ray of sunshine that should be able to penetrate the darkness, was failing. The baby-girl in her arms gurgled, happy to be once again within her mothers arms, but the warmth of it was lost on Elizabeth. Sure, she started to move her arms in a gentle swaying motion, calming the child into a light slumber, but other than that she was not giving up her staring at the wall. Before her eyes it turned a vivid red, pulsing with life and warmth. Liz titled her head to the right, frowning slightly. It could have been blood, seeping through the ceiling and down the wall, but it felt just too familiar and warm. No, it wasn't blood, she decided. It was comforting and blood wouldn't be comforting to her, right?
She was startled out of her trance by even more menacing darkness entering the room.
"Hey, Liz. How are you two doing?" Tom's voice tickled her ears and stabbed into her brain. She didn't want to hear his voice. It was too high. She craved a comforting, graveling and deep tone that she was certain she would never hear again. She wasn't worth it anymore. She was free. And he was not.
"Good." She answered, turning her face slightly into Tom's direction. "She has eaten already and is ready to sleep now." Shifting the baby in her arms, she handed her to Tom, fighting the urge to hold on to her. "I will be lying down too." She informed him and stood up slowly, walking into their bedroom, closing the door without looking back at Tom.
AS if in a dream, she made her way to the bed and crawled under the crisp sheets, hoping to close her eyes and disappear into a different kind of blackness. A soothing one, where she didn't need to replay the moment she woke up a few weeks ago in a foreign country and strangers around her. Her wish wasn't granted though and before she slipped into sleep, the flashback drove hot tears into her eyes.
"Red?"
Her voice was shaking and she wasn't sure if the words had actually left her mouth or fi she had just imagined it. The noises around her were unknown to her. No beeping, no breathing, no soft words of assurance. Had he left her? Was she alone in the hospital? Was she dead?
As an afterthought, an image of a little baby wedged itself between her panicked thoughts. Her child. Her baby. The air, flowing into her lungs that just moments ago had woken her up, was now trying to suffocate her. Oh my god. My baby. Blind panic set in and her eyes sprang open only to be squeezed shut again a second later because the blinding light above her almost burned her eyes out. She was aware of herself making strange noises and when she felt hands on her shoulders, she started to scream. Only one word came out of her mouth, shattering through her brain like a bulldozer.
"Red!"
"LIZ!"
Waking up with a start, Liz sat upright, almost colliding with Tom, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and holding on to her shoulders tightly.
"You had a nightmare." He stated, trying to look into her wild eyes. "What was it about?"
"Nothing." She stated hastily, taking a deep breath to calm down her breathing. Suddenly a shrill noise begged for her attention and she grew still.
"Agnes is crying." She stated, surprised.
"You were screaming, Liz. Of course she is crying."
"I'll go to her." She murmured and was thanking god for Tom not following or questioning her.
When she entered the nursery, Liz closed the door behind herself and for a moment leaned against it. When the cries of the baby grew even louder, she sighed and hurried over to the crib. Taking Agnes gently into her arms, she started to hum an old melody to her. A melody that not only held the memories of her father for her but also of a music box and the man building it for weeks. For her. Blinking tears from her eyes, Liz smiled softly at her baby, now a lot calmer than a few minutes ago.
"I think Red would like you, Agnes." She sniffed, tearlessly. "If you weren't mine."
tbc...
Please let me know what ya think guys. I hope to update within this week:)