The moon shimmered dimly on the pond, reflecting it like a mirror. For once in New York City, it was completely silent. Or maybe because Private was lost in his own world, falling and floating through memories and flashbacks. "Where are you going, Skippah?" "Just go back to sleep, Private. I won´t be gone for long." "When are you coming back?" "….I don´t know…." He was just gone. At first it was all confusing and frightening. But now it´s clear. Skipper left to protect the zoo. The Danes. He knew that it was too dangerous to stay here. It was all Hans´ fault. He was so thirsty for Skipper´s blood that he even got the Danes involved. Private smiled through the day, telling everyone that he´ll be back, paranoid and healthy like always. But at night, Private snuck out of the HQ, and would sit for hours, staring into the night, hoping for just one sign of his leader. His lover. "Skipper..I….uh…w-want to tell you..something." "What is it, soldier?" "I….a-am...um..i..i-in….impressed with your fighting skills." "Well, thanks." "Darn it!" What if he dies? What if he is captured and tortured right now? What if he never comes back. Private sat there, shivering because he was cold. His heart was missing the warmth he always had around him. Skipper smiled at Private, praising him about his good work, his dark, tropical blue eyes shining proudly. In the back of Private´s brain a different memory pushed up. A poem:
Wherever you might be in this world, you should know that you´re not alone. My love will always guide you through.
When you have fallen, it will carry you. If you got blind by pain, hate and loads, it will open your eyes. When you´re stumbling through your darkest hour, it will light up your life. No matter if you drown in the deepest sea or lose yourself in the chaos of this planet, my love will stay faithfully by your side till you´re back in my fortress. And while it does that, I will be here, waiting. My light will never burn out, my door will never be locked. Even if you just stop by for a drink of water, I´ll await you with open arms. Then, when everything is over, and you´ll come crawling back with last strength, I will run to you and carry you home.
Private sat up again, new determination filling him. He´ll wait for his Skipper. Even if it takes a thousand years.
A\N: Yeah, after a conversation I had this idea. Forgive me for the poem, but I wrote it around 00:15 and I needed a poem fast, so I quickly typed this up. Review, people don´t know this but the White Widow is following the readers with her ray-laser-glasses and will zap those who don´t review! =P