* This story picks up from the Season One Finale. *
** Please help me thank my lovely beta, Marina Black1, for not giving up on me yet! **
Fire and Ice (by Robert Frost)
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."
He pushed through the pain.
* She bore the grief.
He didn't dare think.
* She reminded herself not to move.
Thinking wasted time and energy, and he needed to conserve both.
* Moving telegraphed information to her anonymous captors, through the camera feed.
He stumbled briefly over a tree root hidden beneath the endless red blanket of pine needles littering the forest floor.
* She stared at the only color in this stark white room, the chartreuse, cobalt, saffron of van Gogh's Starry Night.
He had to get to her.
* She had to get past him.