Maura was speeding. She had never sped in her life.
Especially with alcohol, in her system.
But Maura didn't care, nor did she really notice she was speeding, or that she was a little tipsy.
For once she didn't care about being good, perfect, logical. She wasn't thinking about herself, or what would be thought of her.
She wasn't thinking about the ache in her chest.
She was a sleep walker, and it's not safe to wake those. Filled with determination and only one purpose.
Get to Jane.
She didn't bother to connect the dots in her mind. Why was the road in front of her blurry? Why were her eyes dripping? Her cheeks wet? Why was she passing a red light?
No, she didn't ask these questions. She didn't analyze.
She was going really fast, yes. But she wasn't breaking any law- she was just trying to save her partner. She amazing, compassionate, Jane.
She was racing the clock again.
That damn clock, she was always racing it.
Logically she knew she couldn't race against time, time would occur no matter how fast she drove her car, but she didn't really care.
She had to beat time. She would make the impossible happen.
If she didn't Jane would be dead. Gone.
And Maura? Maura would have lost everything.
Well, Maura would have lost Jane, which obviously wasn't everything.
Sometimes it felt to Maura that Jane was everything.
So Maura would save her, and it was just that simple.
Maura hadn't noticed this but her car was going 150 miles per hour. Maura hadn't noticed this but a blue Volvo was coming perpendicular to her lane. Maura hadn't noticed this, but the light was red. Maura hadn't noticed this but she was about to get hit by that blue Volvo.
David Danker
Brown Eyes
Brown Hair
6'1
150 ibs
Boston
Volvo