Title: Sweet Surrender
Author: Carla
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Rating: R for language, violence and sexuality
Summary: Alex Krycek and Sandra meet up again, learning more about each other and
especially Sandra's past.
Notes: This is part of the In a World called Catastrophe series, this is the 2nd one. Read An Ode
to Maybe first.
My mind's wandering
I savor the passion that your torture brings
My breath's quickening
Inhaling the perfume of my sweet sin
-Bif Naked "Over You"
Chapter 4
When the doorbell ran, it was only then that Sandra had realized that the house was completely dark. Without her notice, the sun had set and checking her watch, several hours had passed.
"So I reported him missing but it's not going to the police, "John told her when she opened the door. "You're very lucky we are way too busy to care if a patient leaves," he was half-joking.
"Well that's comforting," she said sarcastically, leading him into the living room where Alex was still lying.
"He needs to be in a bed but let me check his stitches before we move him," Sandra could tell John was upset with her and she couldn't blame him.
After John was finished examining Alex and had moved him upstairs, Sandra followed him to the door, "I think it would be best if you stayed away for awhile," She told him.
"Sandra," he didn't even know where to start, he knew that something bad was going on with his friend but he didn't know how to fix it.
"John, I know you want to help but the things I'm involved with…you just, you don't want to be apart of it." Sandra was suddenly aware that this person she had grown so close to over the last few months, she would probably never see again.
John somehow sensed it too, "If there's anything I can do…" he left it open.
Tears welled up in her eyes, it wasn't fair that everyone she got close she'd eventually end up leaving or they'd leave her and that was the way it would be for the rest of her life. "You've been a really good friend to me and I won't forget that."
She remembered back to the first time she had met him, it had been just after she had gotten the job waitressing…
"Excuse me, Miss?" Sandra had been sitting on the back steps of the restaurant, just after close, crying.
She wiped her eyes, not wanting anyone to know what she had been doing, "Yes?"
"Are you alright?" The man sat down next to her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she chocked back a sob.
"Work trouble?"
Well, work had been pretty shitty that night but that wasn't all of it. "How about overall life trouble."
John sighed, "Oh, that kind of trouble is not so easy to get over. At least with work trouble you can just quit or throw a plate of food at a customer but with life trouble it's not so easy."
"Plate of food?"
John laughed, "I think that's how your predecessor got rid of her job here."
That got a smile out of her, so he continued, "You just got to take it one day at a time, you start thinking about next year or next month or even tomorrow and you won't make it."
"You sound like someone who knows what its like." She looked at him, he was more insightful than she had thought when she'd seen him sitting at the bar earlier.
"I know, all too well, unfortunately." He stood up, "I wish I could stay later but I'm off to work."
Sandra stood too, "That's okay, thanks for…you know…"
"No problem, I'll see you later."
And he did, almost every single night he came to the bar to eat before or after his shift.
Sandra stared at John now, his past advice calming her again, "Take care of yourself," She hugged him and then watched him wave as he got into his car and left.
She slowly walked up the stairs, her mind set in a decision but setting her mind to doing something and the actual practice was two different things, making the stairs seem shorter than usual.
Alex would do a much better of hiding on his own, then she would trying to hide him. Plus, he obviously had come to the city for a reason and it was probably urgent.
Her hand cupped his cheek when she got to the bed, the drugs starting to wear off again. She moved slowly down his neck, opening his shirt. John had brought some clothes with him and Alex was now dressed in a fleece shirt and sweat pants.
Her hands skidded down the bare skin of his chest, slowly pulling back the shirt to reveal his wound. She carefully pulled off the bandaging and poised her hands above the gunshot wound in his right shoulder.
"What is that thing about setting something you love, free?" Her hands covered his wound, holding her hands there for probably longer than needed.
She was sure it wouldn't work instantly, so she laid down next to him on her bed. She made sure to lay on his right side, as it had not escaped her attention that his left arm had been cut off…again.
Without noticing, her heavy eyelids shut and she drifted off to sleep.