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Summary: What if Mazie and Ellie had died in episode #7 of the first season?
Tom's remembers them, and deals with his grief five years after their death.
Reviews are welcome.
A lone figure jogs through the mist of an early London morning. It stops at a house on the corner. The house has been rebuilt, no sign of the explosion that took place there five years earlier, no sign either of the lives that had been lived. A set of sky-blue eyes gazed up at the windows, 'the details are exact, the likeness uncanny.' He thought to himself. He circled the house fully, pausing at the living room window. He remembered that day as if it was just the day before. He remembered gazing into Ellie's tearstained face as she held her daughter tightly, the realization hitting her that they were about to die.
In the days that followed he became a wreck. They were the last things he would see upon closing his eyes each night. Nightmares haunted him, as he re-lived the events of that fateful day in early April. He never should have stepped outside to take that call, and he never should have brought that laptop home. He would be guilt-ridden for the rest of his life. He continued on his way around the house, and paused a second time when he reached the sidewalk. He gazed at the upstairs windows, and just for a moment thought he saw Mazie's laughing face looking back, waving her had to him. He blinked, and the image was gone.
He began jogging down the sidewalk backwards, eyes fixed on the house, praying for some hint of movement, praying that it wasn't true, and that at any moment Ellie would throw open the front door, and call out to him, that Mazy would run to meet him. His logic though, dictated that it all happened, that he would never tell Ellie he loved her, never be the father Mazy deserved. But oh, it was nice to think about it, if only just for a moment. He jogged back towards the house realizing he was so lost in his memories that he forgot to do one last thing. He slowed down to a walk, and began to reverently make his way to the front door where he stooped and tenderly laid 2 red roses on the step. He stepped away then kissing his hand and touching it to the door, and jogged away through the mist determined to always remember them.
The pair of ladies were his love and his life. They were what kept him in touch with his more human side. No matter what bad things he'd seen as part of the latest mission, he could always come home, and they would always be waiting, with smiles on their faces. Mazy would readily climb into his lap, as if she belonged there. He could even trust both of them with his secret. They were happy, and it was the closest thing to a family that he known for a very long time. He felt bitter tears begin to sting his face, as he jogged away. He would be back the next year
Summary: What if Mazie and Ellie had died in episode #7 of the first season?
Tom's remembers them, and deals with his grief five years after their death.
Reviews are welcome.
A lone figure jogs through the mist of an early London morning. It stops at a house on the corner. The house has been rebuilt, no sign of the explosion that took place there five years earlier, no sign either of the lives that had been lived. A set of sky-blue eyes gazed up at the windows, 'the details are exact, the likeness uncanny.' He thought to himself. He circled the house fully, pausing at the living room window. He remembered that day as if it was just the day before. He remembered gazing into Ellie's tearstained face as she held her daughter tightly, the realization hitting her that they were about to die.
In the days that followed he became a wreck. They were the last things he would see upon closing his eyes each night. Nightmares haunted him, as he re-lived the events of that fateful day in early April. He never should have stepped outside to take that call, and he never should have brought that laptop home. He would be guilt-ridden for the rest of his life. He continued on his way around the house, and paused a second time when he reached the sidewalk. He gazed at the upstairs windows, and just for a moment thought he saw Mazie's laughing face looking back, waving her had to him. He blinked, and the image was gone.
He began jogging down the sidewalk backwards, eyes fixed on the house, praying for some hint of movement, praying that it wasn't true, and that at any moment Ellie would throw open the front door, and call out to him, that Mazy would run to meet him. His logic though, dictated that it all happened, that he would never tell Ellie he loved her, never be the father Mazy deserved. But oh, it was nice to think about it, if only just for a moment. He jogged back towards the house realizing he was so lost in his memories that he forgot to do one last thing. He slowed down to a walk, and began to reverently make his way to the front door where he stooped and tenderly laid 2 red roses on the step. He stepped away then kissing his hand and touching it to the door, and jogged away through the mist determined to always remember them.
The pair of ladies were his love and his life. They were what kept him in touch with his more human side. No matter what bad things he'd seen as part of the latest mission, he could always come home, and they would always be waiting, with smiles on their faces. Mazy would readily climb into his lap, as if she belonged there. He could even trust both of them with his secret. They were happy, and it was the closest thing to a family that he known for a very long time. He felt bitter tears begin to sting his face, as he jogged away. He would be back the next year