So...flashback...I kinda missed writing Dawn...
Don't own a thing to do with Glee
Enjoy!
"Hey, Baby..." Dawn's hoarse voice came from her shrouded form in the hospital bed. The woman that she loved was dwarfed by the sheets tucked in around her and the beeping and lit machinery around her.
Over the past few months the other woman had lost a great deal of weight. Her once lustrious dreadlocks had been shaven before the chemotherapy could slowly whither them away. Her skin, once a bright bronze had become sallow and thin. Rachel was almost afraid to touch her for fear of bruising her wife.
"Morning." Rachel forced a smile and moved further into the room.
"Don't be like give me a kiss...I missed you." She coughed.
"I missed you too." Rachel came to the bedside and kissed Dawn lightly on her lips.
"Mmmm. How's the morning sickness, love?" The darker woman asked as she took a seat next to the bed and laced their fingers together.
"I'm fine...I should be asking you..." Rachel mumbled.
"Hey," The longer fingers in her own squeezed gently, "Don't say that, I worry about you still..."
"I'm fine..."
"Rachel."
"I am. Don't worry, you work on beating this so you can come back home."
"Rachel...please don't do this to yourself." Dawn's light brown eyes fluttered.
"Why? Miracles happen...you can't give up." Tears filled chocolate colored eyes.
"I'm not giving up, but I'm tired Rachel...don't you understand? I can't do this anymore." The older woman groaned.
"Please...please Dawn, love me enough to stay..."
"Don't say that!" The other woman interrupted gruffly. "Don't say I don't love you enough! You and Max and MY baby...our baby that I'll never be blessed with knowing, are my world...I would do absolutely anything for you, to be able to stay with you..."
"Then do it." Rachel said harshly before she could censor herself, "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
"It's okay, I understand that you're stressed, Love, but you have to undertsand that I can't control this...neither can you. Somethings are just like that, Bae...somethings are just beyond our control."
"No..." Rachel replied breathlessly tears rolling down her face.
"Yes love, I need you to understand that I'm not going to beat this...I can't...my time is ending..."
"No..."
"Rachel, you have to let me go. I need to know you're going to be alright without me..."
"But I won't be...I don't want to be...just...no."
"Please Rachel," Dawn's thumb turned comforting circles on her hand, "Do you really want me to have to haunt you for the rest of your life?"
"Yes..." Rachel whispered brokenly and Dawn chuckled darkly.
"You know I will too and then you'll get tired of me and have me like exorcised or something." The sick woman gave her wife a lopsided smile.
Rachel sniffled and bowed brushing Dawn's thin knuckles against her cheek. She wanted to say something to make any of this not true. Some hocus-pocus, some abracadabra magic trick, but she didn't know any. She didn't think any was possible. She felt completely beyond her depth. Powerless. She didn't like it at all. She'd felt this way since Dawn had first been diagnosed and as the cancer had progressed she'd felt more and moreso.
"Hey, get out of there..." Dawn's thumb pressed against her skin and she looked up into the face of the woman she loved "...don't think about it...we still have time, don't spend it thinking about after. You'll be ok after. I believe in you Rachel, you are the strongest person I know and you're going to thrive, do you hear me?" Rachel nodded solemnly.
"Com'ere." Dawn moved as much as she could to allow for space for Rachel on the bed.
"No...I'll...I'll hurt you..."
"Pshhht," She scoffed, "get up here, I'm not going to ask again." She patted the bed lightly.
Rachel crawled up onto the bed and snuggled tightly into her wife's side. She breathed in the scent of her wife; sandalwood and lavender. Throughout this entire time many things about Dawn had changed: her weight, her appetite, her appearance, even her voice, but not her scent. It was something that was truly comforting to Rachel. It gave her something to teether her to her wife, something to ground her.
"Hold me...please..." Rachel whispered into Dawn's neck.
"You never have to ask," A thin, but strong arm found it's way across her lower back, "Never."
Rachel turned over in her sleep. The moon shone brightly through the ajar window. The sheer yellow curtains shift slightly. Indistinctly, Rachel felt the familiarity of warm arms tighten around her midsection. A content sigh fell pass her lips. Unconciously, her breaths deepened and a smiled graced her face as she was coccooned in lavender and sandalwood.
Maxwell tiptoed pass his Mom's bedroom and into the den where their computer was kept. He slid into the cushioned chair and folded her legs under himself. Starting up the desktop he signed on to his Mom's log-on and waited for the computer to finish starting up. Once he got to the desktop he opened the browser and then opened her email.
He turned and searched the darkness for any sign that his Mom had been roused, when he saw none he went back to the loading screen. When the blank email opened he typed in an addressee not at all surprised to find that his intended receipient was in the address book.
He took in a deep breath laboring over his wording. He typed out his message as honestly, but concisely as possible and smiled as he spell checked and sent off the finished product.
We're checking in with Quinn and Dean next chapter. Give me at least three chapters to get them back together...
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