My name is Dean and I am a friend of Grey's. He asked me to type this short fic up for him and post it after txting it to me piece by piece late last night. He misses you all and hopes you enjoy.
Time Stretch
Balthier lays on the floor of his cell, waiting…praying to hear from the one that occupies his every thought. But no word comes. Anger has faded to panic, panic to despair. Would he ever talk to his blonde haired angel again? He rises as starts to pace back and forth in the small space, his already bruised and bleeding wrists straining against the handcuffs that bind them. But he knows escape is a futile attempt. He's already tried that, proof of his failure in the scratches that litter his face and arms. And he wonders what his love is thinking of at that moment…him perhaps? He hopes so.
"Cara mia," he sighs, "Don't give up on me yet." But he knows that the blonde who holds his bleeding heart cannot hear him, so he settles down against the wall, his head in his hands and his faith running on empty. He will wait. As long as it takes. As long as his broken heart still beats…even if he has to wait forever.
The End.
Personal Author's note from Grey: "This is for you my cara mia…you know who you are. Everything worth having is worth fighting for. Don't give up on me yet."