Title: Worried, Three
Author: AutumnRain
Email: autumnrain4@yahoo.com
Category: short ff- H/M
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: none
Disclaimer: the characters don't belong to me they belong to DB and others. Just borrowing them.
Feedback: please, any kind, good or bad, let me have it
Archive: you can find this story and others I have written at: http://Stories.Com/authors/autumnrain
I thought I would feel better letting Harm know the truth, but despite the honesty I shared with him, I couldn't help but feel that the gap between us had been widened just a little further, that the progress we had made had just been undone. It was that notion along with the confused and very hurt look in Harm's eyes when I stepped back away from him that despite my strength and desire to be tough, makes me unable to stop these tears. Thank God the passageway back to my cabin was deserted and I made it back there without anyone noticing me. Now all I had to do was stop this silly crying....and figure out how I am going to face Harm in the morning after my outburst. 0345, well I had about three hours to solve that one.
'knock knock'
I know who it is.... it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out, but if I let him in that hatch, things are going to be said. Things I don't have the will to keep from him anymore, words that could heal, but words that could cause a hurt I don't think I could bear. As much as the tentative truce we have found ourselves in since the Jagathon, has been the source of a few hurts for me, we have managed to salvage a good deal of our friendship and I can't lose that.
"Mac, please...."
Maybe if I am real quiet he will go away.... please Harm, just go, give me some space. I am not ready to talk yet....not yet. Those words sounded so familiar and cut deeply.... had he just been requesting time that night on the ferry?
"Sarah...."
The one word he could have spoken that would have made me open the hatch had just been uttered. I made a hasty attempt at wiping my tears from my face, what good it would do, they were falling just as fast as I could dry them.
"Come in Harm" my voice rough from crying. I watch him as he comes into my cabin, closing and securing the hatch behind him. I try to laugh at his actions, but it comes out more of a snort. What good is locking us in going to do.... one of us will cut and run and a hatch locked from the inside won't prevent that. Someone needs to place a couple of Marine guards outside who will not let us leave. That way we can finish tearing each other to threads instead of doing it day by day, slowly- occasionally patching each other up to either to avoid an end we won't be able to take back or to give ourselves another chance....I don't know which.
He is standing there. I know by his posture he doesn't know what to do or say, but I am not going to be the one to start this. I did this on an Australian ferry, on the admiral's porch, one day in a park after a race, and you might as well say I did it again about ten minutes ago, so this time it is his turn.
TBC
Author: AutumnRain
Email: autumnrain4@yahoo.com
Category: short ff- H/M
Rating: G
Warning: none
Summary: none
Disclaimer: the characters don't belong to me they belong to DB and others. Just borrowing them.
Feedback: please, any kind, good or bad, let me have it
Archive: you can find this story and others I have written at: http://Stories.Com/authors/autumnrain
I thought I would feel better letting Harm know the truth, but despite the honesty I shared with him, I couldn't help but feel that the gap between us had been widened just a little further, that the progress we had made had just been undone. It was that notion along with the confused and very hurt look in Harm's eyes when I stepped back away from him that despite my strength and desire to be tough, makes me unable to stop these tears. Thank God the passageway back to my cabin was deserted and I made it back there without anyone noticing me. Now all I had to do was stop this silly crying....and figure out how I am going to face Harm in the morning after my outburst. 0345, well I had about three hours to solve that one.
'knock knock'
I know who it is.... it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out, but if I let him in that hatch, things are going to be said. Things I don't have the will to keep from him anymore, words that could heal, but words that could cause a hurt I don't think I could bear. As much as the tentative truce we have found ourselves in since the Jagathon, has been the source of a few hurts for me, we have managed to salvage a good deal of our friendship and I can't lose that.
"Mac, please...."
Maybe if I am real quiet he will go away.... please Harm, just go, give me some space. I am not ready to talk yet....not yet. Those words sounded so familiar and cut deeply.... had he just been requesting time that night on the ferry?
"Sarah...."
The one word he could have spoken that would have made me open the hatch had just been uttered. I made a hasty attempt at wiping my tears from my face, what good it would do, they were falling just as fast as I could dry them.
"Come in Harm" my voice rough from crying. I watch him as he comes into my cabin, closing and securing the hatch behind him. I try to laugh at his actions, but it comes out more of a snort. What good is locking us in going to do.... one of us will cut and run and a hatch locked from the inside won't prevent that. Someone needs to place a couple of Marine guards outside who will not let us leave. That way we can finish tearing each other to threads instead of doing it day by day, slowly- occasionally patching each other up to either to avoid an end we won't be able to take back or to give ourselves another chance....I don't know which.
He is standing there. I know by his posture he doesn't know what to do or say, but I am not going to be the one to start this. I did this on an Australian ferry, on the admiral's porch, one day in a park after a race, and you might as well say I did it again about ten minutes ago, so this time it is his turn.
TBC