Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh.
Author's Notes: I'm pissed – I haven't seen the first two episodes of the season but I managed to pull this out from reading a few spoilers. I am also kinda angry at myself that I've gotten so involved with college life that I haven't had time to finish writing all the rest of my stories – such as Scream, Ancillae, and Heather Hidden. Sucks for me!
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A Syracuse World Away
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He leans against the brick wall, eyes tilted towards the skyline. The lights shine brighter against the blackened heavens and he wonders if the world is ever immersed in his beloved darkness.
Hard lungs breathe in the chilled air which rolls off the water while the sand bites at his bared feet.
It used to soothe him in the past – the calming hum of nightfall, the cresting waves in a dull staccato that could be heard in his laid-out bedroom.
Now…it writhes at his soul all the mistakes of old. The memories that break his rhythmic heart, filled with accomplishments few. Cons far surpassed the pros.
All he wanted was to be valued as a human being.
"I'm tired." He whispers against the void.
Chocolate eyes peer toward a gracious reprieve in the edge of the tan crystals and the inward ripple of waters.
Then a noise comes, cracks away his muddled resolve in a soft reply, "Then come to bed." Blonde hair bound into loose plaits huddles to her back; her white pajamas crinkled with the vestiges sleepland, "Or should I call Horatio to tell him you're keeping me up again?"
He snorts as he recalls the incident only a few months before where he failed to return his slumber-lulled girlfriend to bed and she promptly ended up with a hard-hitting case of pneumonia. The gaze traversed the landscape before falling onto his Guinevere, "No, baby. I just…need a few minutes to myself."
She grins gently at him, "Okay." Then kisses his cheek, disappears within the depths of the condo.
Tim's consciousness crawls over the facts rolling through his mind in a vain search for what qualities gave him the right to caress her and cuddle her close when the nights seemed to wear on.
The moon glistened on the sparkling waters.
His arms came up in a protective self-hug, then loosened as a dull smile crossed his chilled lips.
No. He wouldn't do this anymore; he wouldn't dwell in that which dusted along his past. He was going to nudge himself into hope, in to this rising world…or die trying.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
He would be new.
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*v* Cassie Jamie *v*
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