Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to the amazing and brilliant Kim Harrison. I am only borrowing them.
Authors Note: apologies to anyone if they are waiting on any of my other stories, my computer crashed and took all my stories, notes and update with it *cries* so I am currently waiting on a friend retrieving my data.
Story Note: This quick drabble is set after a run gone bad and Rachel is gravely injured. Just a piece on the aftermath of the invisible event.
IVY
Her mind seemed to float along peacefully, in an endless sea of half thoughts and brief images. It had been sensory and information overload and she couldn't focus on a single thought. They flitted through her brain like birds trying to escape a cage. The living vampire couldn't comprehend the last few hours, all the blood. Rachels blood. She knew blood, and she knew the witch had lost too much, that right now, only metres down the hall she lay on a sterile bed, dying. It was just too much to take and she felt a part of herself, the part that was Rachel, was her heart and soul just shut down. Ivy knew where she was, she just wasn't sure why. Why? That was the million dollar question. Why Rachel, why not someone else? Christ why not her? Why was Rachel dying, and what would she do without the stubborn witch. A small sob escaped her before her mind shut a door down tight on those thoughts and flickered to another. An image of an ambulance, no, of deep green eyes. More recently, those eyes looking at her filled with love as she utter the words Ivy had longed to hear since the redhead had entered her life and stolen her heart, "I love you Ivy".
Her dear heart loved her, loved Ivy, returned her feelings, making her whole. Love. The word stuck in her mind, chasing the darkness away. It was something bright to focus on, something to stop the world crashing down upon her shoulders, smothering the life out of her bruised and beaten body. Thoughts of the new path Rachel had forged ahead of them sprang to mind, if she survived. Ivy glanced at the double doors behind which her love was being worked on by the best team of doctors in Cinci. The best her money could buy. She would make it, if she died there then Ivy would die to. They were two parts of a whole. The darkness loomed in her mind and she chased it away with images of waking up wrapped around the redhead, of Sunday mornings spent laid in bed, of trips to the movies and soft kisses. As the clock ticked on and on these images went on, scenes playing over and over in her head, keeping the darkness at bay.