Title and Author : He has them both - Becky - This is the third chapter.....
Summary : Carter sees someone for the last time....and has to deal with it.....but finds that he has someone to help him with that....(I'm bad at summaries....)
Spoilers : Yes, well, Seasoon Nine, Episode Nineteen, but then again we knew it was going to happen *eventually*...
Note : Fairly morbid, angsty, with a fair bit o' Carby - I'm a sucker for carby - well, actually for Carter....
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Her hand enveloped his, searching for the reasurrance that she could behold. His eyes were transfixed on the people before him, all of them mourning his grandmother, except to them, she wasn't. She was, and had been his grandmother. His. And only his.
The recollection of people, and memories, had been summonned, each and everyone of them helping less and less to him. There was only one live being that could help him. Her. Abby.
He glanced at her, looking defeated, the hurt, and harm still within his eyes. She noticed his glance, provoking her to squezze his hand, and grasp it tighter. He did the same, in awe, awe of the woman, who had been so emotionally broken before, but was now his own emotional crutch, his own saviour. His gaze wandered back to the people,. the vicar paying his respects, the words tumbling from his mouth, but the words that he couldn't hear.
She had gone, he didn't want to face it. He had told himself, in the hour before, that she was leaving, that she had left, but that she was still with him. Still within him. Now, he wasn't sure. It was a sentimental thing to have told himself,. that, he had known. He was a doctor, a physcian, seeing people live and die each day, but now, as it was closer to home, it was harder.
Harder to understand. Harder to except.
The speaking stopped around him, and he looked up again, searching the eyes of the people, searching for more comfort, searching for anything that anyone could uphold. They stood, the congregation filing out from the boundered garden. It had been a funeral, a wake, a goodbye just like his grandfather's, but this time, the person standing next to him had been invited, and was more than just a friend or a workmate. She was there as a partner, but as a friend also, and her invitation there was much more than welcomed. She, in fact, was the only reason he was there, trying to be strong.
Their hands were still laced together, as the two of them, walking in a gentle silence, made their way away from the mourners, away from everyone else except them. They stopped, beside a tree, as he fell to his knees, perching against the bark. She followed suit, placing her hand to the back of his head and kissing his forehead lightly, before allowing his head to rest on her shoulder.
He could no longer stop, and the tears began flowing again.
He seemed to mumble sorry' through them, the guilt again appearing. She did the same thing, she comforted him, just as she had been doing, and just as he needed.
The comfort, the security, the one special person, was what he needed. And, he had it. He had it.
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Author's Note : Now, that again, was a morbid chapter, but, the thing is, I wrote it in under an hour - pretty good for me! And, I am, actually supposed to be doing my homework, but, well, I'm not clearly, unless you do count fanfictional writing as homework - I could use that....Anyway, yeah, a third chapter, it could again be bad, and, there could maybe, possibly, be a *fourth* chapter....hmmmm....again, I'm going to go and contemplate this....
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