Listener
A/N: A drabble, because I wanted to see if 100 words were enough to say something worthwhile. Yes or no?
27/8/10 - minor edits to improve the flow.
The first bad call on Thunderbird Five opened my ears. Time was far too short, hope already gone. All I could was listen to gasped confidences and ensure those words lived on.
I've learned to listen on rescues too... for instructions, the creak of imminent collapse, the cries of trapped victims.
I thought the Island was my sanctuary against a world crying out in pain. But there's no escape, even here. On the bad days Scott shrugs. Virgil sighs. Gordon jokes with a too-brittle laugh. Painful silences thunder in my ears.
So many things left unsaid.
I hear them all.