Disclaimer: See part 1
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Terror in the Night Part 6
Hour 13
Things were not going well for Harry, he was still no closer to getting any real leads on these guys as he had been an hour ago, and that meant that he now had one hour less in which to find Tom and Cassy. He felt useless as he wandered around the station, growling at everyone who didn't have an answer, which was just about everyone. People were avoiding him, he silently admitted to himself as he watched two
officers who had been in his path suddenly alter their course away from him. Things seemed to be at a stand still, nobody had anything yet, and time was running out.
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Tom and Cassy had been sitting silently for almost an hour, neither one being able to find any words in which to give each other hope. The bare room was getting colder, and they both sat now shivering in their self- imposed silence.
Tom's thoughts were centered on his life, situations like this make you think about what exactly you've done with yourself and your life, and how many of those dreams you used to have for yourself you've actually accomplished and how many you realized would always be just dreams. Its funny how most people have to be faced with a life or death situation in order to see and truly enjoy life.
Cassy's thoughts were along the same line. There was a very good chance that they wouldn't get out of here alive, that these next few hours, days, maybe even seconds might be the only time they would ever have a chance to talk, laugh, see each other, or let the other person know just how much of an impact they've had on your life. So much to say, but how to find the words? They both wasted precious seconds as they tried to answer that question, finally they both decided to just let it play out.
"Cassy--," Tom started at the same time Cassy began,
"Tom--." A nervous chuckle broke the awkward silence that followed, indicating just how much tension both of them felt.
"Go first," Tom offered.
"Okay.," Cassy paused all the things she had planned on saying suddenly left her. 'Might as well just get to the point, St. John,' she told herself, 'you've never been one to be a coward before, don't start now,
when it might be the last chance you ever get to tell him how you feel.' Feeling more certain than she had a moment before, she started again.
"Tom, do you ever regret us getting married?" Of all of the things Tom had been expecting, this was certainly not it. He had expected her to avoid that, say anything about anything but their marriage. It wasn't something she usually talked about. 'Did I regret it?' he said to himself, 'How could I regret that? Does that mean she does?' Unsure of himself, and of where this conversation was going, he decided to answer honestly, but simply, just until he figured out where she too stood on the subject.
"No, Cassy. I have never regretted our marriage," he said looking her in the eye, "Did you?"
Cassy looked taken aback, as if she couldn't imagine how he would ever think that.
"No, of course not, it was something we both wanted, it just seemed as thought it wasn't meant to be."
Tom breathed a silent sigh of relief. He had hoped that she would say something like that, that she could never regret choosing marriage, choosing him.
Cassy took a deep breath and asked the next question on her mental list, hoping and praying that he would be able to answer her honestly, so she could know just how he felt about things, about her, their marriage, everything.
"Do you think it was a mistake?" she asked him, her hope of hearing what she wanted to hear dying as she saw the look on his face, her breath catching as he opened his mouth to answer.
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Terror in the Night Part 6
Hour 13
Things were not going well for Harry, he was still no closer to getting any real leads on these guys as he had been an hour ago, and that meant that he now had one hour less in which to find Tom and Cassy. He felt useless as he wandered around the station, growling at everyone who didn't have an answer, which was just about everyone. People were avoiding him, he silently admitted to himself as he watched two
officers who had been in his path suddenly alter their course away from him. Things seemed to be at a stand still, nobody had anything yet, and time was running out.
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Tom and Cassy had been sitting silently for almost an hour, neither one being able to find any words in which to give each other hope. The bare room was getting colder, and they both sat now shivering in their self- imposed silence.
Tom's thoughts were centered on his life, situations like this make you think about what exactly you've done with yourself and your life, and how many of those dreams you used to have for yourself you've actually accomplished and how many you realized would always be just dreams. Its funny how most people have to be faced with a life or death situation in order to see and truly enjoy life.
Cassy's thoughts were along the same line. There was a very good chance that they wouldn't get out of here alive, that these next few hours, days, maybe even seconds might be the only time they would ever have a chance to talk, laugh, see each other, or let the other person know just how much of an impact they've had on your life. So much to say, but how to find the words? They both wasted precious seconds as they tried to answer that question, finally they both decided to just let it play out.
"Cassy--," Tom started at the same time Cassy began,
"Tom--." A nervous chuckle broke the awkward silence that followed, indicating just how much tension both of them felt.
"Go first," Tom offered.
"Okay.," Cassy paused all the things she had planned on saying suddenly left her. 'Might as well just get to the point, St. John,' she told herself, 'you've never been one to be a coward before, don't start now,
when it might be the last chance you ever get to tell him how you feel.' Feeling more certain than she had a moment before, she started again.
"Tom, do you ever regret us getting married?" Of all of the things Tom had been expecting, this was certainly not it. He had expected her to avoid that, say anything about anything but their marriage. It wasn't something she usually talked about. 'Did I regret it?' he said to himself, 'How could I regret that? Does that mean she does?' Unsure of himself, and of where this conversation was going, he decided to answer honestly, but simply, just until he figured out where she too stood on the subject.
"No, Cassy. I have never regretted our marriage," he said looking her in the eye, "Did you?"
Cassy looked taken aback, as if she couldn't imagine how he would ever think that.
"No, of course not, it was something we both wanted, it just seemed as thought it wasn't meant to be."
Tom breathed a silent sigh of relief. He had hoped that she would say something like that, that she could never regret choosing marriage, choosing him.
Cassy took a deep breath and asked the next question on her mental list, hoping and praying that he would be able to answer her honestly, so she could know just how he felt about things, about her, their marriage, everything.
"Do you think it was a mistake?" she asked him, her hope of hearing what she wanted to hear dying as she saw the look on his face, her breath catching as he opened his mouth to answer.