Let's face it, we all need a little bit of fluff to get us through the traumatizing events of Sunday's episode. So, here's a short fic that just kind of happened.
It was the simple moments that got Dale Barbara through his toughest days under the dome.
The nights he spent tracing the outline of Julia's face, forgetting that she was some sort of monarch (whatever the hell that meant). Watching her breathe in and out as he forgot that barely any time had passed since she topped breathing all together. Watching her lashes flutter, while he tried to erase the hurt he had caused her.
But forgetting is only good when you have something happy to hold on to. And hold on, Barbie did.
He held on to the offer of a glass of wine in times of impending doom, the shimmer of a stray hair in the morning light; the curve of a slightly annoyed, but highly amused smile; the sound of a barely audible word: maybe.
Maybe summed up just about everything these days.
Would she ever find a way to sleep comfortably with a shoulder in a similar state to swiss cheese?
Would he be able to protect her from all of the insanity?
Would they ever learn to move on from their pasts?
Could they ever have a future?
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
Barbie certainly hoped so.