Title and Author : He has them both' - Becky

Summary : Carter sees someone for the last time, but knows that she's still there, as is someone else....(that was rather an abstract summary, dontcha think?)

Note : Quite depressing, sad. Pretty morbid also.

Spoilers : Uhhh....possibly 9.19, although, we all knew that it would eventually happen..

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Her eyes were closed, but still red, and sunken. Her hair, her soft white curls, were tied back in a bun, and her head was laying in the direction of the window. Looking out to the sun, looking out to the pool. Her frail hands rested on either side of her body, her fingernails nicely polished, and the wrinkles of her aged hands, telling her own life story.

He sat, perched on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in his own, masculine one, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles, a single, solitary tear, dripping from his eye. He sat, watching her with interest, knowing what had happened, and yet, finding deep comfort within it.

She looked normal, the faint red lipstick etched onto her parched lips, and as he sat, watching her, searching for comfort, he was sure he could see the faintest smile upon them.

She was a woman of the world, a person with a life, a person with respect. A person, who he loved.

He extended his hand, reaching up to her forehead, carefully smoothing back the locks of hair that had escaped, his hand lingering upon her aged forehead, also, telling her story.

He smiled again, searching her expression, her lifeless expression that it be, but an expression that she had held during her final moments. The regret swarmed him, wishing he could of been closer to her, but also knowing that it may have done both of them more harm.

More harm than good.

He took his hand away, bringing both of them back to her own, caressing it lightly, feeling the warmth that it still held. The moments and minutes seem to pass, as he sat, in an alone silence, knowing that deep down, he wasn't alone at all. He had her, and we always would.

A supportive hand landed upon his shoulder, his gaze turning to meet the gaze of the opposite person. Knowing, deep down who it would be. Knowing deep down who he had. Knowing deep down, that she would also, always be there.

Her eyes searched his own, as he turned to look from her, nodding in affirmation before turning to look at the person of who's hand he was still holding.

" She's gone."

But she wasn't. He still had her, as did he have the woman standing behind him. He had them both. And always would.

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Author's Note : I think I must be a writer who writes and always seems to write morbid stuff. Most of my written stuff lately - besides interent conversations - seems to be morbid. But this one, this one, I just had to write. It came too easily, so that's probably the reason for it being bad - I apologize. Anyway, as always, please read and review.