For an instant, heart stops beating.
For a long, long moment, also breathe gives away.
He's there.
And he's real.
He smiles.
As Bass smiles, the room lights up.
Miles doesn't know what to say. He can't even think. He stares at him like he was an apparition, a ghost.
He dreamt it so many times. He wondered if they could ever fix it up this way. He dreamt of seeing that smile on his face once again; but so much time had gone by, since the last time Bass smiled.
The light coming from his blue eyes has nothing to do with the austerity of the Militia uniform.
"Come here," they seems to say, "it's ok. I was only joking. It's a stupid joke, nothing's true. Now, come to me. Come here, come here, come here..."
Miles doesn't even care about Led Zeppelin still playing on the background. When Bass gets closer, the entire world quits turning. There's only Bass: nothing else.
Only Bass hugging him hard.
Miles can't say a word.
He feels sand in his eyes, and his legs are trembling. If he could scream and cry, he would do it. But he's like paralized, petrified.
"Bass. Bass. Bass."
This is his only thought.
His Bass, his old Bass, back into his arms again.
"I missed you so much..."
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NOTES:
Hi :) This is my first fic here, and I beg your pardon because I know my English is far to be perfect, and I would really appreciate your corrections (I'm Italian... An Italian girl who's desperately trying to learn how to write a good fic . )
I hope you'll like this little story, few lines to get started :)
I ship Miles/Bass and I love the show, but my fangirling also includes Supernatural, Dexter and others you'll find out ;)
Bye for now! I'll be waiting for comments ^^
Ambaraba
