When You Say Nothing At All
A "Higher Ground" Fan Fic
By MissKate
A/N...If you like this story, try reading my other "HG" fan fictions and my poetry! I have been working REALLY hard on some good poetry and I would appreciate any reviews!!
Chapter 15: Revealing the Disguises
Peter raced through the doors of the hospital, where he was directed to Shelby. Upon the opening of the elevator doors, he saw Scott quietly closing the door to a room behind him. Scott saw he coming nearer, and met his eyes.
"How is she, Scott?" questioned Peter.
Scott looked at him carefully. Why was he here? How did he know? "Better. She's doing better."
The two walked back toward Daisy's room, where she and Juliette were playing cards. They had not really spoken of Shelby since the night before and were not too anxious to begin that conversation. Scott opened the door to the room for Peter as the two girls looked up from their game. Immediately, Juliette jumped up and ran to give him a big hug. He noticed the redness around her eyes...Around all of their eyes.
"It will be alright, Jules," he said softly. He realized this had been the furthest any of them had ever gone, including then Ezra poisoned himself. He had no idea how any of them could be feeling at this point. Each dealt with pain in different ways and each time they were hurt, the subtle relief came in a new way.
He walked gradually to Daisy's bedside, and picked up one of the cards on the table. "What? No Tarot cards?" he asked sarcastically as he bent down to give her an awkward hug.
"Ah, no. Those got a bit old after they said I would win one million dollars and I didn't," she replied with a weak smile as she buried her head in his shoulder. Peter always had a way of communicating to his Cliffhangers in the manner they needed to be dealt with...Daisy through sarcasm and Juliette through understanding and forcing.
He met his eyes with each one in the room, as if looking for some kind of sign that said it was all right for him to see Shelby now. Peter looked back at Daisy, and she nodded slowly. Before he turned towards the door, he laid his hand on hers, reassuringly.
After walking into the hall, leaving the three pairs of hopeless eyes behind him, Peter quietly knocked on Shelby's door. He heard a faint beckon inside, so he continued through.
Shelby was looking towards the ceiling, and did not turn her head an inch at the sound of the door opening. Though she held a petrified trait within her face, she still seemed hard as a rock...Just as she had been at Horizon.
"Counting the dots on the ceiling, Shel?" asked Peter. He did not know what to say. She had never been in this kind of dilemma before.
"You could say that. What brings you here? Did the mountains throw you off the cliff?" Shelby said, in her own little way.
"Close. A friend of mine threw herself off and I came to try and pick up the pieces."
"Well, aren't you just the hero here?" Shelby turned her head toward the man that had always been there to piece her back together after she had fallen apart. Now he was here again to do the same. His rugged exterior was nothing compared to the heartfelt compassion he held within him, and she was incredibly thankful for everything he had ever done for her, no matter how hard she pushed him away.
Peter walked over to Shelby, happy that she was talking the way she always had. As he neared her, he saw the trembling little girl she had always hid from anyone that cared.
A "Higher Ground" Fan Fic
By MissKate
A/N...If you like this story, try reading my other "HG" fan fictions and my poetry! I have been working REALLY hard on some good poetry and I would appreciate any reviews!!
Chapter 15: Revealing the Disguises
Peter raced through the doors of the hospital, where he was directed to Shelby. Upon the opening of the elevator doors, he saw Scott quietly closing the door to a room behind him. Scott saw he coming nearer, and met his eyes.
"How is she, Scott?" questioned Peter.
Scott looked at him carefully. Why was he here? How did he know? "Better. She's doing better."
The two walked back toward Daisy's room, where she and Juliette were playing cards. They had not really spoken of Shelby since the night before and were not too anxious to begin that conversation. Scott opened the door to the room for Peter as the two girls looked up from their game. Immediately, Juliette jumped up and ran to give him a big hug. He noticed the redness around her eyes...Around all of their eyes.
"It will be alright, Jules," he said softly. He realized this had been the furthest any of them had ever gone, including then Ezra poisoned himself. He had no idea how any of them could be feeling at this point. Each dealt with pain in different ways and each time they were hurt, the subtle relief came in a new way.
He walked gradually to Daisy's bedside, and picked up one of the cards on the table. "What? No Tarot cards?" he asked sarcastically as he bent down to give her an awkward hug.
"Ah, no. Those got a bit old after they said I would win one million dollars and I didn't," she replied with a weak smile as she buried her head in his shoulder. Peter always had a way of communicating to his Cliffhangers in the manner they needed to be dealt with...Daisy through sarcasm and Juliette through understanding and forcing.
He met his eyes with each one in the room, as if looking for some kind of sign that said it was all right for him to see Shelby now. Peter looked back at Daisy, and she nodded slowly. Before he turned towards the door, he laid his hand on hers, reassuringly.
After walking into the hall, leaving the three pairs of hopeless eyes behind him, Peter quietly knocked on Shelby's door. He heard a faint beckon inside, so he continued through.
Shelby was looking towards the ceiling, and did not turn her head an inch at the sound of the door opening. Though she held a petrified trait within her face, she still seemed hard as a rock...Just as she had been at Horizon.
"Counting the dots on the ceiling, Shel?" asked Peter. He did not know what to say. She had never been in this kind of dilemma before.
"You could say that. What brings you here? Did the mountains throw you off the cliff?" Shelby said, in her own little way.
"Close. A friend of mine threw herself off and I came to try and pick up the pieces."
"Well, aren't you just the hero here?" Shelby turned her head toward the man that had always been there to piece her back together after she had fallen apart. Now he was here again to do the same. His rugged exterior was nothing compared to the heartfelt compassion he held within him, and she was incredibly thankful for everything he had ever done for her, no matter how hard she pushed him away.
Peter walked over to Shelby, happy that she was talking the way she always had. As he neared her, he saw the trembling little girl she had always hid from anyone that cared.