Title and Author : 'He has them Both' - Becky - This is chapter two...
Summary : John Carter's just lost someone, but knows that he has someone else...(I'm no good at summaries...)
Spoilers : Uhhhh....Season Nine - Episode Nineteen, but then again, we all knew it was going to happen *eventually*.
Note : Angsty - Morbid.
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The tears were fresh on his cheeks, mounting from his eyes, flowing because he could no longer hold them back. He could no longer hold onto it all.
Her arms surrounded him, her delicate fingers spreading through his thick, dark hair, his own hands clinging to her for every ounce of support that she could muster.
Inside, the guilt was beginning to erupt. The guilt of seeing himself so emotionally weak, and the guilt of not being there with her. Of not being there, when she needed him most.
They sat, both of them, on the bed, the bed where she had last laid. They had taken her, and now he was sitting there, sobbing, screaming from the inside at them. Telling her, that he wanted her back.
She was comfort for him. Her hands, holding him, her head resting gently on top of his, her eyes closed tightly, hurt spreading through her. The hurt of seeing him like this, and the hurt of him being so, scared. He was, he was scared. He was seeking comfort, he was needing someone. And she was there. She was going to be there, always. When she needed him. He was there, and now, the tables had turned. They had swapped roles. And it hurt. It hurt both of them.
He shifted, the sobs subsiding slowly, her hands still working through his hair. Her eyes opened, lifting her head from his, and then lifting his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were red, sore, with tears. And inside, inside him, he was sore. He was hurt. He was angry. Angry with himself, for not being there.
The sensible part of him, little as it was, knew that he couldn't of been, knew that he couldn't have if he had tried. But the other part was overwhelming him, making him reach out and cry. Cry for the loss that he had just succumbed.
His head lifted again, screwing his eyes into tight shapes, trying to stop the tears. He was tired, tired of crying, and tired because he hadn't been sleeping. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but she hushed him. Placing a finger on his lips and making him stop. Her hand managed to work round to the back of his head, to pull his head to her shoulder, and he did. He sat, leaning against her shoulder, closing his eyes, and crying again.
He knew, that when the crying stopped, she'd be there. He knew that when the crying continued, she'd be there. He knew that when everything had been done, and finished, she'd be there. Just as he had been for her.
They'd both be there. As friends, as loves, and as more.
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Author's Note : I guess you could say that that was the second chapter, huh? Yeah, it was. This was a little harder to write, but then again, it wasn't, I *had* to write something. I'm still trying to work out what to do with this story and with 'I'll Wait For You'. I'm stuck basically! This one is probably gonna finish here, but depending on how I feel, all could be changed...And 'I'll Wait For You' could be left as a standalone, or could actually change into an episode, end of thing - I dunno. I've got some ideas, not good ideas, but some nonetheless....if you have some, please, email me them! Or put them in the review.....I'm gonna go contemplate this....
