Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story. The poem is "The Cold Heaven" by William Yeates and the song lyrics I transcribed from episodes. Summary: I wrote this extra in case of anyone needing a little more. If you want me to do more. Like have Conchobar play a part in helping Ian and Sara's relationship on further as a ghost. Let me know in reviews. If there is enough interest I'll do more.
Sara is standing on the bank of the Manhattan river with a pile of ashes. She had written her and Conchobars whole love story down and made two copies. One copy she bound and put in a safe secure place along with the original sheet music and pictures. The second copy she burned along with copies of the music and some photos. Many would have said she should have burned all the stuff and left no trace but she couldn't do that so she only burned replicas never the originals. She placed the vase which held the ashes on the ground and opened a book of poetry she had found and read,
"Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should but out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crosses long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and season
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment"
She closed the book and pressed play on the little tape player she had brought along. Out flowed the words of Conchobars last song he had ever written the one just for her. As she listened she silently poured the ashes out into the wind and water. Tears streamed freely down her face. The Blade not stopping what it knew she must do.
"A love of day and night. Light a candle to guide all others after thee," she heard someone say behind her. Sara turned around and there stood Ian Notingham.
She looked at him curiously as he kneeled down and took some of the ashes that had fallen on the concrete and allowed them to join the wind and water, "Go, go and be part of this world as the man who once you were did," he said solemnly
"You honor him," she asked?
"He loved you. He fought with you forever in your heart. He traveled back after death to comfort you. I don't honor the man but the solider that his soul was," he said avoiding eye contact
"He wasn't a solider," she said as a fresh wave of tears warmed her eye lids. Ian allowed his finger to grasp her chin and force her to look into his eye, "He was a warrior in his words. He won battles with his songs and with his words won the heart of a true warrior," he stated forcing her to keep eye contact with him.
"I miss him," she said
"I know," he replied releasing her chin and turning to look away. Just then Sara felt a most spot on her cheek and the wind blowing. She remember what Conchobar had said it was. It was him kissing her. Pushing her on. She then understood who was to walk with her now.
"Help me," she asked taking the last of the ashes out of the urn. Ian join his hands in her and as the released the last of the ashes into the wind and Sara said, "Fly now my beloved you have taught me well now you are free to fly for eternity."
Ian looked down at Sara and just allowed her to find comfort in him. She started to walk away leaving Ian alone but as he watched her leave she turned back and motioned with her head for him to follow.
As Ian left the last line in the song played "OHH Sara its the pageant we play forever and eternally faded. OHH Sara I done traveled to far I can't let you slip away."
Danny materialized beside the tape player with Conchobar beside him. Danny pressed stop. "Don't let her slip away Ian. Don't let her slip way," Conchobar said as he slipped off into eternity.
Sara is standing on the bank of the Manhattan river with a pile of ashes. She had written her and Conchobars whole love story down and made two copies. One copy she bound and put in a safe secure place along with the original sheet music and pictures. The second copy she burned along with copies of the music and some photos. Many would have said she should have burned all the stuff and left no trace but she couldn't do that so she only burned replicas never the originals. She placed the vase which held the ashes on the ground and opened a book of poetry she had found and read,
"Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should but out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crosses long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and season
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment"
She closed the book and pressed play on the little tape player she had brought along. Out flowed the words of Conchobars last song he had ever written the one just for her. As she listened she silently poured the ashes out into the wind and water. Tears streamed freely down her face. The Blade not stopping what it knew she must do.
"A love of day and night. Light a candle to guide all others after thee," she heard someone say behind her. Sara turned around and there stood Ian Notingham.
She looked at him curiously as he kneeled down and took some of the ashes that had fallen on the concrete and allowed them to join the wind and water, "Go, go and be part of this world as the man who once you were did," he said solemnly
"You honor him," she asked?
"He loved you. He fought with you forever in your heart. He traveled back after death to comfort you. I don't honor the man but the solider that his soul was," he said avoiding eye contact
"He wasn't a solider," she said as a fresh wave of tears warmed her eye lids. Ian allowed his finger to grasp her chin and force her to look into his eye, "He was a warrior in his words. He won battles with his songs and with his words won the heart of a true warrior," he stated forcing her to keep eye contact with him.
"I miss him," she said
"I know," he replied releasing her chin and turning to look away. Just then Sara felt a most spot on her cheek and the wind blowing. She remember what Conchobar had said it was. It was him kissing her. Pushing her on. She then understood who was to walk with her now.
"Help me," she asked taking the last of the ashes out of the urn. Ian join his hands in her and as the released the last of the ashes into the wind and Sara said, "Fly now my beloved you have taught me well now you are free to fly for eternity."
Ian looked down at Sara and just allowed her to find comfort in him. She started to walk away leaving Ian alone but as he watched her leave she turned back and motioned with her head for him to follow.
As Ian left the last line in the song played "OHH Sara its the pageant we play forever and eternally faded. OHH Sara I done traveled to far I can't let you slip away."
Danny materialized beside the tape player with Conchobar beside him. Danny pressed stop. "Don't let her slip away Ian. Don't let her slip way," Conchobar said as he slipped off into eternity.