Author's Note: I honestly don't know where these came from. But here they are… I hope you enjoy them.
Timeline: Set during The Hero in the Hold.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
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They Who One Another Keep Alive
She's standing on the platform, looking a little lost amidst the buzz of activity around her.
"Sweetie, drink this."
"It's OK, Ange. The helicopter will be here to pick me up soon."
"It's going to help you stay alert. It's just water and one of those fizzy vitamin tablets."
She takes the glass and drinks absently.
"Either we get to him in time or... we don't. I know this, but not getting there in time is completely unacceptable. We have to do it, Ange."
"We'll do it, Bren."
She finishes her drink, hands me the glass.
Looks through me.
"Either way, there won't be a funeral this time," she whispers.
I let out the breath I didn't even know I'd been holding.
She leaves without a backwards glance.
The first version of this was at least twice as long, but I managed to pare it down to the minimum. I hope it's still intelligible. Please let me know.
The title is from a poem by of John Donne:
'They who one another keep
Alive, ne'er parted be.'
And yes, I have an irresistible urge to acknowledge quotes and sources. *Holds hands up* Don't shoot!
Next one coming up soon.
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