(Ollie's POV)
I walked down the empty hallways, my footsteps echoing with every step that I take, but I really don't hear it. She called me last night and filled me in on everything that has happen. I could hear it in her voice, that brokenness and that sorrow. I quicken my steps, knowing where I have to be. I knew she needed me. She needed to know that everything was going to be okay. And I wasn't leaving until she knew that.
Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?
I took a deep breath before I knocked lightly on the door and without waiting for a reply, walked in. He was sleeping in the chair next to her bed, his three piece suit crumpled, and his hand holding hers. When she saw me, a small smile graced her lips, as she motioned me to be quiet, pointed to the man I could only assume to be Clayton Webb.
I sat in the vacant chair on the other side of her and took her free hand in mine, careful not to disturb any of the wires.
"How are you Meg," I whispered quietly.
"I'm doing okay," she said and smiled, but I knew she wasn't. Looking at her I knew there was much more going on then what she was telling me.
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before
She had told me about the baby, and the charges that were brought against her, that were eventually dropped. She told me about Harm getting hurt, but I knew that something else was bothering her.
She pointed to Webb, and told me that he had been here all night and she couldn't convince him to go home; smart man, I mused.
"What is it Meg? What's wrong?"
She bit her lower lip, and tried to smile.
"Nothing, everything is okay."
"Come on Meg, I know you better then that, tell me what's wrong," I plead quietly.
"It's just that."
"Just what?"
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
Between who you are and you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
"I just feel like I've lost something; like I lost a part of me, a part of Clay when I lost that baby. And no mater what I do, I can never get that back." And as she said those words, she started to sob quietly; I held her knowing that there was nothing more I could do for her. I couldn't get that baby back for them, nor could I change the course of fate, but I knew that Meg would get through this. She is strong; she is going to be okay.
Fade out.
(Mac's POV)
Harm regained consciousness earlier this morning, and the first thing he did was ask for me. I don't know why, but for some reason that bothered me. We talked for awhile about the case, about how Meg and Clay were until he finally fell back asleep. The doctors had him lying on his stomach so he wouldn't hurt his back anymore then it was already. He was lucky, the doctors said, that his back wasn't permanently damaged.
The case now was officially closed. The CIA finally caught the group behind all of this mess, and they confessed to shooting Meg, and assaulting Harm, and now that the case was closed, everyone could finally move on.
The Admiral was kind enough to let me have some time off to help get Harm back on his feet, so to speak, since his mother and step father were in the Bahamas and couldn't be reached. I held his hand in mine, and brushed the hair back from his eyes.
"When you wake up flyboy, we're going to talk. I almost lost you yesterday, and damned if I'm going to let you go again," I whispered before sleep finally overtook me.
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
END
I know that was a sucky ending, but I wanted to end this story quick do I can get to work on my other stories, and many thanks to CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur, for reminding me about Ollie. Thanks! Standard disclaimers apply, and no the song I used doesn't belong to me; it is only being used to describe the characters emotions.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW
I walked down the empty hallways, my footsteps echoing with every step that I take, but I really don't hear it. She called me last night and filled me in on everything that has happen. I could hear it in her voice, that brokenness and that sorrow. I quicken my steps, knowing where I have to be. I knew she needed me. She needed to know that everything was going to be okay. And I wasn't leaving until she knew that.
Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?
I took a deep breath before I knocked lightly on the door and without waiting for a reply, walked in. He was sleeping in the chair next to her bed, his three piece suit crumpled, and his hand holding hers. When she saw me, a small smile graced her lips, as she motioned me to be quiet, pointed to the man I could only assume to be Clayton Webb.
I sat in the vacant chair on the other side of her and took her free hand in mine, careful not to disturb any of the wires.
"How are you Meg," I whispered quietly.
"I'm doing okay," she said and smiled, but I knew she wasn't. Looking at her I knew there was much more going on then what she was telling me.
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before
She had told me about the baby, and the charges that were brought against her, that were eventually dropped. She told me about Harm getting hurt, but I knew that something else was bothering her.
She pointed to Webb, and told me that he had been here all night and she couldn't convince him to go home; smart man, I mused.
"What is it Meg? What's wrong?"
She bit her lower lip, and tried to smile.
"Nothing, everything is okay."
"Come on Meg, I know you better then that, tell me what's wrong," I plead quietly.
"It's just that."
"Just what?"
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
Between who you are and you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
"I just feel like I've lost something; like I lost a part of me, a part of Clay when I lost that baby. And no mater what I do, I can never get that back." And as she said those words, she started to sob quietly; I held her knowing that there was nothing more I could do for her. I couldn't get that baby back for them, nor could I change the course of fate, but I knew that Meg would get through this. She is strong; she is going to be okay.
Fade out.
(Mac's POV)
Harm regained consciousness earlier this morning, and the first thing he did was ask for me. I don't know why, but for some reason that bothered me. We talked for awhile about the case, about how Meg and Clay were until he finally fell back asleep. The doctors had him lying on his stomach so he wouldn't hurt his back anymore then it was already. He was lucky, the doctors said, that his back wasn't permanently damaged.
The case now was officially closed. The CIA finally caught the group behind all of this mess, and they confessed to shooting Meg, and assaulting Harm, and now that the case was closed, everyone could finally move on.
The Admiral was kind enough to let me have some time off to help get Harm back on his feet, so to speak, since his mother and step father were in the Bahamas and couldn't be reached. I held his hand in mine, and brushed the hair back from his eyes.
"When you wake up flyboy, we're going to talk. I almost lost you yesterday, and damned if I'm going to let you go again," I whispered before sleep finally overtook me.
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
END
I know that was a sucky ending, but I wanted to end this story quick do I can get to work on my other stories, and many thanks to CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur, for reminding me about Ollie. Thanks! Standard disclaimers apply, and no the song I used doesn't belong to me; it is only being used to describe the characters emotions.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW