Disclaimer- Not mine.
My head is stuck in the clouds,
She begs me to come down,
"Alex, you're in a dark place again," Sabina said softly.
"Sorry," he whispered, his dark brown eyes haunted.
She looked at him.
"Don't be," she said firmly.
We may only have tonight,
But till the morning sun, you're mine,
They were in a cage. Their captor had left them and would return to execute them in the morning, which was only a couple of hours away.
MI6 had been called days ago, of course, but they both knew all too well how reliable its back up was. "Sab, I'm-"
This time, she cut him off. "Will you stop apologizing! I know we may only have two hours, at the most, left ," she snapped, eyes flashing, "but at least we have that much."
My heart beats like a drum,
A guitar string to the strum.
Alex's heart pounded. Sabina's life was being threatened because of him.
Again.
As he pressed her behind him, away from the madman with the gun, he wondered when she'd finally see it was best to leave him, like Jack had.
It was all over, and, just like usual, madman number whatever was locked away, and Alex was in the hospital. But this time, he was visiting.
"I'm so, so sorry. This is all my fault," he whispered dejectedly.
She looked him in the eyes.
"What did I tell you about apologizing?" she managed.
She's got blue eyes deep like the sea
That roll back when she's laughing at me.
She rises up like the tide
The moment her lips meet mine.
They were in a small German shop, laughing and smiling.
Alex was the happiest he'd been in months, and couldn't help noticing how sweet her laugh was, the amazing blue of her eyes.
They really are an amazing color, he thought. He hadn't noticed he'd been leaning closer, or that Sabina had just stopped laughing.
He only noticed when his lips touched hers for one moment, and that she was now kissing him back eagerly.
When the moon is low,
We can dance in slow motion.
When she saw him, she felt her throat close up.
She had heard of course, but hearing that your fiancé had severe PTSD was one thing. Seeing it yourself was a whole different matter.
"Alex?" she called hesitantly, coming closer. When he didn't even respond, just stayed huddled in the corner of their room, shaking, almost sobbing, her heart broke.
Alex was the strongest, most amazingly brave person she knew. To see him like this...
She took her time going to him, making every movement obvious and non-threatening, until she had her arms wrapped around him. He leaned against her, needing to be stable, grounded.
Safe.
After what seemed like several hours, just sitting there in silence, soft, gentle music from across the neighborhood could be heard. Wordlessly, Sabina went to get up and ask them to turn it down—please- when Alex grabbed her wrist, pulling himself up.
"May I have this dance, Mrs. Pleasure?" he asked, almost smiling.
"Why, yes, Mr. Rider," she grinned back, "I believe you may."
And long after I've gone,
You'll still be humming along.
An old, gray haired woman bent down, stroking the gravestone. She placed yellow roses, the ones that had decorated their wedding, at the base of the gray marble.
Her now long dead husband had found the colour ironic. She swallowed through her tears at her first, last, and only true love's gravestone. "I miss you, Alex," she whispered, "and I always will."
Yeah, sway to the rhythm of love.
My second songfic ever! Anyway, I feel like I twisted the song a bit, but oh, well, what are you gonna do? Please review!
