A/N- after working a haunted house for two days I couldn't get this plot bunny out of my head…. *informs voices in head that she has other stories she is trying to work on while having a life* voices inform her she is a nursing major aka no life
Title-Not Enough Tears
Summary- Emotions after an attack and death of a character
Rating- PG-13 nothing graphic but strong emotions (character death, please don't kill me because of it)
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The battle's done
And we kind of won
So we sound our victory cheer
Where do we go from here?
Buffy the musical
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It was getting hard to breath now, I had been crying for so long. Part of me kept wondering where the tears where coming from. But still they flowed down my cheeks soaking what was left of my shirt. The tears where mixing with the blood and dirt forming a strange sort of mud.
I had to wonder how much of the blood was mine and how much belonged to him. He stood protecting me to the end and now I was sure he was dead. There was no way he could still be alive. He had stayed conscious for only a little bit after they attacked. Making sure I was ok before he passed out, a hero till the end, a stupid hero, a dead hero.
I tried sniffing to clear my nose and breath better but it didn't help. Finally the coughing came, I couldn't get air any other way but each cough sent shockwaves of pain through me, and the whole time I was left with why now. Every member on the andromea had become my friend and now this, now for sure they were all dead. Smoke started to fill the condor I sat in, part of me knew I should move, find out what was on fire or get away so I didn't suffocate. Yeah my brain knew all this but my body just sat here. Move, I commanded my legs but they didn't and part of my was glad. Soon it would all be over with and I could rest, close my eyes and be at peace. Slowly I did. It was better this way…
"Oh Shit, no…" I hear a voice cry. New tears come to my eyes, he's alive, if he is maybe the others are too, maybe not but I am not alone anymore. I open my eyes to look into his; fear is mixed with relief in his face. I find myself laughing on the inside, how many times has this been reversed, me coming and saving him. How did he get out of this one with no injuries? He looks over at Dylan, checks his pulse and turns back to me with that haunted look in his eye. And I know what I knew from the moment Dylan closed his eyes, he was dead.
"Think you can stand." Harper picks me up and the two of us slowly make our way down the corridor. We stumble out of the hallway and Harper lets me down. A new set of tears come to my face as the loud sobs fill my whole body. Harper wraps me in his arms. I feel like such a baby the ship's first officer having to be comforted by the engineer, until I feel how wet my shoulder has become. Then I realize I'm not the only one crying.
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you are not alone
truly
No one is alone
Into the woods
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