Another snippet of mine.
Special thanks for AdelaNightMoon for being my tolerant and very supportive beta:)
Someday, perhaps, Reese would tell Finch another part of his story. Not the part that Finch already knew too well. Not the part on the tapes, papers, or digital files. Not the part where there were orders and missions, long flights and endless days under the cruel Middle Eastern sun, innocent people and terrorists, awards and promotions hidden behind the dull numbers and bone-dry official terms, his resignation. He would tell another part of his story, the part which could only be preserved in a human memory and in a human heart, the part of his life where there was enough space for hopes and dreams, for friendship and for happiness, for mutual love, for the knowledge that despite the necessary separations, home would always be waiting for him.
And perhaps, Finch would understand him.
Someday, perhaps, if their co-operation would reach some higher level, if both of them would trust each other for more than their "missions", Finch would work up enough courage to tell Reese that long time before, in his previous life, he'd witnessed the moment when his program revealed a social security number and a photo of Jessica, the Jessica, warning him about her being in great danger, but he, Finch, had been too careless then. He hadn't known anything about solitude and death, and all people were just pebbles for him, little stones that the waves swept away from the seashore. He'd wanted to save everybody, not just somebody, so he programmed the Machine to delete all the irrelevant data at midnight - as it now always would.
And perhaps, someday, Reese would forgive him.
Note for Sci F.I. Warper: I couldn't write solely about Reese again, sorry… But perhaps, someday… :)
