Title: First to Hold Your Hand
Rating: G
Spoilers: Only if you haven't seen the Season Finale.
Disclaimer: None of these are mine.
A/N: Another one of my drabbles. I hope you enjoy this one!
. . . . .
You reach for her hand and hold it.
It's about time.
She looks down at your hand on hers.
She doesn't say anything nor does she brush you off.
She just stares, and then her head drops.
What did that mean? Is she happy or sad? Is she relief or ashamed?
You don't know. You don't want anything to ruin this moment.
It's the first step you have taken. You have broken this solid wall that kept building up over the years. The wall that you put up.
You're still holding her hand, you're not able to let go for some reason.
She finally looks up at you. She searches your eyes for some kind of answer. She doesn't know why you suddenly show feelings for her.
You slowly let go of her hand, and start to stand up.
She grabs your hand and tugs you a little.
"Where are you going?"
You stare at her before answering. Somewhere between then and now, she let go of your hand.
"I was going to take you home."
"Oh." You see her form the perfect 'o'.
"We can stay here and talk."
You see her smile. Her famous Sara Sidle smile. She's back. She's back because of what you did. You let yourself in; you let her know that you cared for her.
You smile back at her and sat down.
Where this time, she was the first to hold your hand.
. . . . . .
Fin
Rating: G
Spoilers: Only if you haven't seen the Season Finale.
Disclaimer: None of these are mine.
A/N: Another one of my drabbles. I hope you enjoy this one!
. . . . .
You reach for her hand and hold it.
It's about time.
She looks down at your hand on hers.
She doesn't say anything nor does she brush you off.
She just stares, and then her head drops.
What did that mean? Is she happy or sad? Is she relief or ashamed?
You don't know. You don't want anything to ruin this moment.
It's the first step you have taken. You have broken this solid wall that kept building up over the years. The wall that you put up.
You're still holding her hand, you're not able to let go for some reason.
She finally looks up at you. She searches your eyes for some kind of answer. She doesn't know why you suddenly show feelings for her.
You slowly let go of her hand, and start to stand up.
She grabs your hand and tugs you a little.
"Where are you going?"
You stare at her before answering. Somewhere between then and now, she let go of your hand.
"I was going to take you home."
"Oh." You see her form the perfect 'o'.
"We can stay here and talk."
You see her smile. Her famous Sara Sidle smile. She's back. She's back because of what you did. You let yourself in; you let her know that you cared for her.
You smile back at her and sat down.
Where this time, she was the first to hold your hand.
. . . . . .
Fin