Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the short, crappy fic below. The
characters are not mine, and neither is the song. The version of
"Hallelujah" used in the story is Jeff Buckley's, and I'm not sure about
who originally wrote it. However, it certainly wasn't me.
This is my first fic, and it's pretty terrible. J/S, spoilers through
Fallout II, I suppose.
Every Breath We Drew Was Hallelujah
"Remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah.."
Samantha was vaguely of being able to feel again, of sensing softness underneath her very still form. She also knew that reality was just now beginning to slowly intertwine with the gentle, floating dream world she had been in for what felt like days. All she could feel was the supporting comfort under her, and that was okay for now. She was content to lie in this in between place, allowing conscious thoughts to mix with an indistinguishable melange of vague sensations. In the back of her very disoriented mind, a slow, cleansing song began to play; the almost silent soundtrack to the medley of images that were flowing, steadily now, in front of her. Images of her as a child, playing with friends from her neighborhood, that faded into adolescence and then smoothly transitioned into later teenaged years. A brief moment of consciousness broke into the vision, and she wondered if this was death, her life flashing before her eyes. The moment passed and Samantha's unconscious mind again took control. The images slowed as they approached the very recent past; she saw horrible scenes of death counterbalanced with tears and shrieks of joy at powerful reunions. She saw Danny's playful smirk, Martin's handsome grin and Vivian's unwavering gaze.
And she saw Jack.
The others faded into the background, and all Samantha could see or feel was Jack; his smoldering black eyes that spoke volumes with every glance and the way her stomach still jumped with every meaningful stare; his strength and vulnerability, one of which he used well in his leadership position and the other which he buried, allowing it to surface in only the most intimate of moments; his passion and bravery, which had saved her life and may have ended his. The thought of that was enough to physically jolt her, and for a second she broke through the fog that enveloped her. Only for a second, though, and, unable to grasp full consciousness, she again found herself aware of nothing except the images in front of her. Images of the two of them together: of late night talks during stakeouts, each unveiling layers they had worked so hard to hide from the rest of the world; of playful, private jokes that were sometimes just enough to get her through the trials of the job; and of the love they shared, the bond that connected them deeper than either was able or willing to admit. In that moment, despite her disoriented state, Samantha knew with perfect clarity that she would never stop loving Jack Malone. The realization was so powerful that it jolted her once again, this time hard enough to allow her a grasp, albeit a weak one, on consciousness, and every passing second brought her farther out of her dream world. The song that had been playing ever so gently in the back of her mind grew very slightly louder, and as she drifted toward consciousness she could just make out the words.
" Remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath..
She felt a soft, warm hand on her pale face, knuckles brushing tenderly against her temples
We drew..
The hand cupped her face gently, as her dark eyes fluttered open for the first time in hours, and met the lighted black eyes of Jack Malone. She didn't have time to think as he bent down and lightly brushed her lips with his own.
Was hallelujah."
This is my first fic, and it's pretty terrible. J/S, spoilers through
Fallout II, I suppose.
Every Breath We Drew Was Hallelujah
"Remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah.."
Samantha was vaguely of being able to feel again, of sensing softness underneath her very still form. She also knew that reality was just now beginning to slowly intertwine with the gentle, floating dream world she had been in for what felt like days. All she could feel was the supporting comfort under her, and that was okay for now. She was content to lie in this in between place, allowing conscious thoughts to mix with an indistinguishable melange of vague sensations. In the back of her very disoriented mind, a slow, cleansing song began to play; the almost silent soundtrack to the medley of images that were flowing, steadily now, in front of her. Images of her as a child, playing with friends from her neighborhood, that faded into adolescence and then smoothly transitioned into later teenaged years. A brief moment of consciousness broke into the vision, and she wondered if this was death, her life flashing before her eyes. The moment passed and Samantha's unconscious mind again took control. The images slowed as they approached the very recent past; she saw horrible scenes of death counterbalanced with tears and shrieks of joy at powerful reunions. She saw Danny's playful smirk, Martin's handsome grin and Vivian's unwavering gaze.
And she saw Jack.
The others faded into the background, and all Samantha could see or feel was Jack; his smoldering black eyes that spoke volumes with every glance and the way her stomach still jumped with every meaningful stare; his strength and vulnerability, one of which he used well in his leadership position and the other which he buried, allowing it to surface in only the most intimate of moments; his passion and bravery, which had saved her life and may have ended his. The thought of that was enough to physically jolt her, and for a second she broke through the fog that enveloped her. Only for a second, though, and, unable to grasp full consciousness, she again found herself aware of nothing except the images in front of her. Images of the two of them together: of late night talks during stakeouts, each unveiling layers they had worked so hard to hide from the rest of the world; of playful, private jokes that were sometimes just enough to get her through the trials of the job; and of the love they shared, the bond that connected them deeper than either was able or willing to admit. In that moment, despite her disoriented state, Samantha knew with perfect clarity that she would never stop loving Jack Malone. The realization was so powerful that it jolted her once again, this time hard enough to allow her a grasp, albeit a weak one, on consciousness, and every passing second brought her farther out of her dream world. The song that had been playing ever so gently in the back of her mind grew very slightly louder, and as she drifted toward consciousness she could just make out the words.
" Remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath..
She felt a soft, warm hand on her pale face, knuckles brushing tenderly against her temples
We drew..
The hand cupped her face gently, as her dark eyes fluttered open for the first time in hours, and met the lighted black eyes of Jack Malone. She didn't have time to think as he bent down and lightly brushed her lips with his own.
Was hallelujah."