Disclaimer: I do not own 24; sadly that belongs to Fox and the creators.
Title: His Eyes
His eyes. I could drown in them. Those magnificent orbs have done so much for me. They bring me safety, happiness, security, and most of all they remind me of my undying love for that man. To the average person they are just regular brown. However, to me, they are so much more. There are always golden speckles in them as if he were treasure. He is my treasure. I can always see the speckles when he is exceptionally happy……or the look he would only save for me. That look of pure, spine-tingling love that he would always give me no matter how terrible times may be.
I swear, sometimes I can see the tiniest bit of green in them, especially when he wears that faded olive green shirt I just love on him. He wears it for me even though he doesn't understand why I like it so much. But that's my husband, he will wear it because I like it and I never have to state why. For him, I never have to be romantic. Well, before because of our hectic jobs we would never have the time to be romantic, but now that we do have the time we don't really feel the need to be. Our love has been though so much that all we need now is each other. It never fails to astonish me how every time he touches me I still get shivers. Every time he looks at me in that certain way, I still blush.
I have always been able to read him through his eyes. Even when we were going through some rough times and his eyes were laced with unrecognizable influences, they still gave him away. His words and sometimes even his actions gave way to the rational side of his brain, but his eyes, no; they always told me exactly what I needed to know. They told me what he was thinking and what he was feeling. I didn't ever have to ask to know. But, that's the kind of relationship that we have always had. We never needed that many words to express ourselves. We always knew how the other felt. We tried peppering our relationship with so many words, but in the end, they didn't mean anything. The only thing that mattered was that we still loved each other.
Once we realized this fact, we no longer had any problems. We got back together again and everything was wonderful. We had a nice, safe, quiet life where all we needed was each other. Everyday, I would wake up to his kisses and his sexy grin. He'd run his fingers through my unkempt frizz, which he still found attractive. We spent everyday just happy to be with each other. I would fall asleep on his chest everyday listening to that perfect heartbeat, knowing that my own would only beat for him and his for me.
And then it happens. At first, I felt intense pain and heat everywhere, but then I felt him and his eyes on me, searching my face and my body. All of the sudden, my pain vanished and all I could feel was his beautiful voice and his amazing hands. I felt content and satisfied full of love as I breathed my last in the only place I ever wanted to be: in the loving arms of my dear husband. I only wish that I could have held on a little while longer and gathered up enough energy to look at those magnificent, soulful eyes one last time. That is my only regret in my life as Mrs. Michelle Almeida.
Author's Notes: This is my first ever fanfic (I finally got the courage to write one) and while I had a lot of ideas for full stories, I wanted to do something simple at first. Anyone who reads this please review and let me know if this is any good. If it isn't feel free to say so, I really don't mind. I am a little nervous about this since I never let anyone read anything I write. Anyway, I just wanted to say that even though I hate that this event even occurred in 24, it was the first thing that popped into my mind and I couldn't get it to go away. This in no way justifies what happened to my two most beloved characters. Alright, I'll stop babbling now!!