Disclaimer: Original work of fiction using borrowed characters from City Homicide - not for profit, merely for fun :)
Kaleidescope
She could feel it at the base of her neck – his broad, warm hand gently cupping the back of her head, stroking gently. His breath was hot against her ear – he was whispering, what exactly she didn't know. She couldn't make out if it was English or Italian or some bizarre mix of the two. The shaking had not subsided – surely it had been hours since their dramatic climax – hours since the final shot had been fired. The smoke and haze should have settled by now but it hadn't, instead it had stayed permanently clouding her vision, obscuring her world view.
She reached a hand forward, trying to steady herself, needing to find something real and solid to hold onto - something other than him. Right now she couldn't trust her senses, couldn't trust her judgement...she couldn't trust him, not yet. She reached blindly further something rough, uneven, gritty lay beneath her fingertips. She dug her fingernails in, trying desperately to grasp onto something, anything to stop the world from crashing down around her. She couldn't focus, couldn't breath as the memories surfaced, images clashed together like a psychedelic kaleidoscope. Sounds, distorted and inhuman, thrashed around inside her skull adding to the mayhem and confusion...the disorientation threatened to drown her.
Fighting, using every remaining ounce of her strength she fought to wrench open her eyes, to reassure herself that she was stuck inside some horrible dream - that none of it had happened, that it was all a consequence of her overactive and disturbingly fertilised imagination. Gasping in horror, tears gracefully sliding from her ocean blue/green eyes along her creamy cheeks to splash shudderingly into the ground below her she realised that no, this was all too real, all to actual and all too painful to comprehend…She felt him move closer; only by a fraction of an inch, it was all she needed, all she craved – somebody to crash into, to lean against until she awoke from this nightmare. Who better to crash into than him?
"Oh God…I…Matt?" she whimpered.
Without hesitation he took his cue, gathering her slim frame against his broad chest, his arms banding around her infusing her skin with his warmth. He held her as tight as he dared, the absurd thought that he might actually break her if he held too tightly made him hesitate for a split second, but only a second. He wrapped her in his arms, in his coat, in him. He held her against his chest as her tears soaked the front of his shirt – his cheek falling to rest on top of her crown of blonde hair.
"I'm here Jen…I'm right here." He whispered – his strong voice never betraying the silent tears that soundlessly slid from his cheek to her hair.
Everything was different now, in that one second everything had changed. Someone they loved was gone, one of their own had lost the fight…Nothing would be the same...nothing.
A/N: Did you love it? Did you hate it? How could I have made it better? Punctation/grammatical errors that bugged you? Please feel free to give me a piece of your mind...review it. Ta xo