Title: The Realizations of Fate
Author: Sharma Stancil (AKA Snow'sLuckyCat)
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by CBS, 3 Character Productions, Bob Brush, and Jeff Melvoin....as well as Fox Family Studios.
This is purely for fun and is not made for any profit....not one red cent....so don't sue...PLEASE ; ) Thoughts are mine, all mine though...
Spoilers: Fate---if you haven't seen this latter-3rd-season epi, chances are you will be, in no uncertain terms, spoiled rotten.grin
Category: Drama--Not mucch in the way of Humor here, folks.
Rating: PG---could be G even
Summary: Three POV's of a scene...Guess who they are???grin All are told in the 1st person.
Author's Notes: This is my first post of Early Edition fan fic, so please be gentle. I thought this through after the first time i saw the episode, Fate... That was only this past June. And i was nervous about puttng it down on paper then., but after seeing the epi a second time, i finally took the plunge. Let me know if it was worth it or not, so please r&r. Thanks to all who do. I do need a beta-reader however, as you might well guess. So please bear with any grammatical errors you find.... Thanks again.
*****
The Realizations of Fate
--Snow'sLuckyCat
*****
Part 1
When Gary emerged from the building, supported by one of the rescue team, I could barely keep myself from running and hugging him to the ground. The only things stoppping me were Marissa's anxious expression, and the fact that I didn't want to leave her in the sea of gawking people...
Mere minutes ago, I thought he was dead, gone for forever. Only the blind woman beside me had not given up on our friend...
As my tears fade awy, I now see him clearly. I see him as he comes towards us, limping lightly on his left leg. I avert my eyes from the injury quickly, though I hope it's not serious, redirecting my focus instead to look him in the eyes, those pools of self-proclaimed mud-puddle green. They're cloudy now though, glassy even, but they also seem to sparkle with new life. At this moment, in fact, Gary could even be compared to a phoenix, rising from the ashes of his former self, having been thrown into the fire little more than two days ago, and a second time just a few hours ago too. Now, however, he lives anew...
Hugging Marissa upon reaching our littlel, two-woman huddle, he then turns to me.
Just before embracing him in a fierce hug, I can't help but mutter, "I thought you were dead..."
And I swear, as I uttered this, the hug drew closer, as if to agree with me. He sighs onto my neck, his warm breath cascading over it like warm milk...
These feelings and actions serve as a reminder to me that this really is Gary standing here, hugging me, breathing on my neck, and not just some sympathertic stranger who's taking pity upon my soul. This scene is all real, with no acting nor overactive imagination seeping in...
Too soon, this brief moment of time ends. What would be the final seconds are heralded by the medic's rustic voice, suggesting a visit to the awaiting ambulance and its stretcher.
Gently, Gary holds onto my hand a few moments more, even as he's being led away by the man. Glancing up as our hands finally fall away from eachother, I manage to catch the tiniest glimpse of a "little boy" grin beginning to form.
Finally though, he turns away and faces the awaiting hoards of 'well-wishing' press.
Behind him, I continue to wonder...
Was there some force protecting Gary through this trial by ordeal? And if so, was it the same one which brought hin \\m the Paper...the same one that brings Snow's cat to him as well? In any case, whatever or whoever helped Gary this night will never be forgotten in this mind, for I'll always remember this evening as the night Gary, the man I love, was saved from a fate worse than death...dying alone...
Thank you Lucius. Without Gary, I don't know what I'd have done. I am and will be forever in your debt.
*
Part 2
When she said "He's out", I let out a huge breath of air I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
A minute passes and then I hear it: "Thank you..." a voice rasps softly, haltingly.
The words come from right in front of me. "Gary..." I say, tears welling up in my eyes.
He must've heard me, because not a second has gone by before I feel gloved fingers brush my hand. Immediately, I envelope him within a tight hug, smiling tearfully into the leather jacket covering the familiarly broad shoulder.
Just minutes ago, I think, my heart had all but given up hope, fearing that I'd never again hear his voice, touch his skin, nor even smell the hint of his sweet cologne...
I forget the person's presence beside me, as I feel Gary's silent sigh of relief on my neck. I imagine he looks dusty and weary...But I don't tell him this. That would probably just point it out to him all the more, and lord knows he's been through the wringer already. He doesn't need to be self-conscious on top of that...
Finally, I let him go, choking down an emotional sob, covering it up with a cough...
Just moments ago, I remember beseeching the recue team to keep trying, because I could feel him. But that had been before the collapse...before my praying faltered.
Next to me, Erica's voice breaks. "I thought you were dead", she says.
I know, rather than see, the loving embrace that follows in lieu of these words. I feel the essence of the couple as they dissolve into one swaying form.
And now, seemingly only seconds later, I hear the steps of another, come to take our friend and significant other away to get checked out.
I feel the warmth of a brief, sheepish grin directed at Erica and I. Then, I hear his receding steps, walking toward the awaiting ambulance...Wait a minute. There's a noticable difference in his falling steps that I've just now noticed.
I hate to trouble Erica with details, especially since she usually doesn't pay attention to them anyway, but I need to know. "Is he...Is Gary?..." I start.
She answers, voice reaching an odd near-automatic tone. "He's all right, Marissa. A little bruised and sore, but fine."
"What does he look like?"
Somehow, she knows what I mean by that question, for she answers, albeit hesitantly. "Well, aside from limping, he does have a pretty deep cut over one eye, but nothing too serious..."
She tapers off to silence once more, and I imagine that she's staring after Gary, relieved.
I don't interrupt her thoughts any further at this moment, since I have ones of my own to comtemplate.
One question blasts its way forward in my mind: What happened? I mean, what *really* happened to Gary. Somethin, or someone, must've come to him down in the carpet store ruins....I wonder if it was...Lucius...
Maybe I'll ask my friend, when he's up to it, anyway...
*
Part 3 Coming Soon....I just have to type it up.
Meanwhhile, lemme know what you think of these first parts PLEASE, and if i should continue or not. The 3rd part is BETTER--I promise. ; )
Author: Sharma Stancil (AKA Snow'sLuckyCat)
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by CBS, 3 Character Productions, Bob Brush, and Jeff Melvoin....as well as Fox Family Studios.
This is purely for fun and is not made for any profit....not one red cent....so don't sue...PLEASE ; ) Thoughts are mine, all mine though...
Spoilers: Fate---if you haven't seen this latter-3rd-season epi, chances are you will be, in no uncertain terms, spoiled rotten.grin
Category: Drama--Not mucch in the way of Humor here, folks.
Rating: PG---could be G even
Summary: Three POV's of a scene...Guess who they are???grin All are told in the 1st person.
Author's Notes: This is my first post of Early Edition fan fic, so please be gentle. I thought this through after the first time i saw the episode, Fate... That was only this past June. And i was nervous about puttng it down on paper then., but after seeing the epi a second time, i finally took the plunge. Let me know if it was worth it or not, so please r&r. Thanks to all who do. I do need a beta-reader however, as you might well guess. So please bear with any grammatical errors you find.... Thanks again.
*****
The Realizations of Fate
--Snow'sLuckyCat
*****
Part 1
When Gary emerged from the building, supported by one of the rescue team, I could barely keep myself from running and hugging him to the ground. The only things stoppping me were Marissa's anxious expression, and the fact that I didn't want to leave her in the sea of gawking people...
Mere minutes ago, I thought he was dead, gone for forever. Only the blind woman beside me had not given up on our friend...
As my tears fade awy, I now see him clearly. I see him as he comes towards us, limping lightly on his left leg. I avert my eyes from the injury quickly, though I hope it's not serious, redirecting my focus instead to look him in the eyes, those pools of self-proclaimed mud-puddle green. They're cloudy now though, glassy even, but they also seem to sparkle with new life. At this moment, in fact, Gary could even be compared to a phoenix, rising from the ashes of his former self, having been thrown into the fire little more than two days ago, and a second time just a few hours ago too. Now, however, he lives anew...
Hugging Marissa upon reaching our littlel, two-woman huddle, he then turns to me.
Just before embracing him in a fierce hug, I can't help but mutter, "I thought you were dead..."
And I swear, as I uttered this, the hug drew closer, as if to agree with me. He sighs onto my neck, his warm breath cascading over it like warm milk...
These feelings and actions serve as a reminder to me that this really is Gary standing here, hugging me, breathing on my neck, and not just some sympathertic stranger who's taking pity upon my soul. This scene is all real, with no acting nor overactive imagination seeping in...
Too soon, this brief moment of time ends. What would be the final seconds are heralded by the medic's rustic voice, suggesting a visit to the awaiting ambulance and its stretcher.
Gently, Gary holds onto my hand a few moments more, even as he's being led away by the man. Glancing up as our hands finally fall away from eachother, I manage to catch the tiniest glimpse of a "little boy" grin beginning to form.
Finally though, he turns away and faces the awaiting hoards of 'well-wishing' press.
Behind him, I continue to wonder...
Was there some force protecting Gary through this trial by ordeal? And if so, was it the same one which brought hin \\m the Paper...the same one that brings Snow's cat to him as well? In any case, whatever or whoever helped Gary this night will never be forgotten in this mind, for I'll always remember this evening as the night Gary, the man I love, was saved from a fate worse than death...dying alone...
Thank you Lucius. Without Gary, I don't know what I'd have done. I am and will be forever in your debt.
*
Part 2
When she said "He's out", I let out a huge breath of air I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
A minute passes and then I hear it: "Thank you..." a voice rasps softly, haltingly.
The words come from right in front of me. "Gary..." I say, tears welling up in my eyes.
He must've heard me, because not a second has gone by before I feel gloved fingers brush my hand. Immediately, I envelope him within a tight hug, smiling tearfully into the leather jacket covering the familiarly broad shoulder.
Just minutes ago, I think, my heart had all but given up hope, fearing that I'd never again hear his voice, touch his skin, nor even smell the hint of his sweet cologne...
I forget the person's presence beside me, as I feel Gary's silent sigh of relief on my neck. I imagine he looks dusty and weary...But I don't tell him this. That would probably just point it out to him all the more, and lord knows he's been through the wringer already. He doesn't need to be self-conscious on top of that...
Finally, I let him go, choking down an emotional sob, covering it up with a cough...
Just moments ago, I remember beseeching the recue team to keep trying, because I could feel him. But that had been before the collapse...before my praying faltered.
Next to me, Erica's voice breaks. "I thought you were dead", she says.
I know, rather than see, the loving embrace that follows in lieu of these words. I feel the essence of the couple as they dissolve into one swaying form.
And now, seemingly only seconds later, I hear the steps of another, come to take our friend and significant other away to get checked out.
I feel the warmth of a brief, sheepish grin directed at Erica and I. Then, I hear his receding steps, walking toward the awaiting ambulance...Wait a minute. There's a noticable difference in his falling steps that I've just now noticed.
I hate to trouble Erica with details, especially since she usually doesn't pay attention to them anyway, but I need to know. "Is he...Is Gary?..." I start.
She answers, voice reaching an odd near-automatic tone. "He's all right, Marissa. A little bruised and sore, but fine."
"What does he look like?"
Somehow, she knows what I mean by that question, for she answers, albeit hesitantly. "Well, aside from limping, he does have a pretty deep cut over one eye, but nothing too serious..."
She tapers off to silence once more, and I imagine that she's staring after Gary, relieved.
I don't interrupt her thoughts any further at this moment, since I have ones of my own to comtemplate.
One question blasts its way forward in my mind: What happened? I mean, what *really* happened to Gary. Somethin, or someone, must've come to him down in the carpet store ruins....I wonder if it was...Lucius...
Maybe I'll ask my friend, when he's up to it, anyway...
*
Part 3 Coming Soon....I just have to type it up.
Meanwhhile, lemme know what you think of these first parts PLEASE, and if i should continue or not. The 3rd part is BETTER--I promise. ; )