Not even close...
Disclaimer: nope i never will own these guys so why do you people keep asking.
Summery: collection of drabble like blurbs on Harbor Lights. "Not even close.." with more to follow.
Rating: R for naughty words.
an: first in a series of drabble like fics. Next chapter, Logan and the answering machine. aren't you all excited now
Oh God please don't make me choose.
Life or death, his or mine. Oh God please don't make me choose.
He's begging me to trust him, to take his hand.
We don't have a choice.
I grab his hand and he helps me into the helicopter.
"You ok?"
Damn no. I could have killed you. Fuck. You could have died because of me.
I can't stop the words that come from my mouth.
"Not even close."
The truth of my answer shakes me. I'm not okay.
I've been shot. I was almost killed. I could have killed the man I love.
And he doesn't know it.
I am far from okay.
I start to cry. And there is nothing he can do about it.
How can he stay so damn calm and distant? I'm sitting on his fucking lap already.
Guess it's for the same reason I don't tell him.
I don't tell him why I'm not okay. I leave it up to him.
Still I can't stop the tears from streaming down my face.
I feel his hand on my back. This is torture.
"Shh." he soothes rubbing my back. "I'm here."
For how long? I can't help the thought that passes through my mind.
Maybe it isn't fair of me to be so hard on him. I hurt him when I didn't tell him I loved him.
Not even close, I have an awful feeling that, that is where we are headed.
Not even close.
So I know lots of people don't read drabbles because they are short. Well, I guess they miss out cause some of the best stuff I've read are drabbles. So yeah. My point...REVIEW. Now you ask how that was my point...well it wasn't really. I didn't really have a point but REVIEW anyway. Thanks. Stay tuned for drabble two
Disclaimer: nope i never will own these guys so why do you people keep asking.
Summery: collection of drabble like blurbs on Harbor Lights. "Not even close.." with more to follow.
Rating: R for naughty words.
an: first in a series of drabble like fics. Next chapter, Logan and the answering machine. aren't you all excited now
Oh God please don't make me choose.
Life or death, his or mine. Oh God please don't make me choose.
He's begging me to trust him, to take his hand.
We don't have a choice.
I grab his hand and he helps me into the helicopter.
"You ok?"
Damn no. I could have killed you. Fuck. You could have died because of me.
I can't stop the words that come from my mouth.
"Not even close."
The truth of my answer shakes me. I'm not okay.
I've been shot. I was almost killed. I could have killed the man I love.
And he doesn't know it.
I am far from okay.
I start to cry. And there is nothing he can do about it.
How can he stay so damn calm and distant? I'm sitting on his fucking lap already.
Guess it's for the same reason I don't tell him.
I don't tell him why I'm not okay. I leave it up to him.
Still I can't stop the tears from streaming down my face.
I feel his hand on my back. This is torture.
"Shh." he soothes rubbing my back. "I'm here."
For how long? I can't help the thought that passes through my mind.
Maybe it isn't fair of me to be so hard on him. I hurt him when I didn't tell him I loved him.
Not even close, I have an awful feeling that, that is where we are headed.
Not even close.
So I know lots of people don't read drabbles because they are short. Well, I guess they miss out cause some of the best stuff I've read are drabbles. So yeah. My point...REVIEW. Now you ask how that was my point...well it wasn't really. I didn't really have a point but REVIEW anyway. Thanks. Stay tuned for drabble two