Refusing To Feel
A/N: Like it so far? Nearly finished!
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
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As he approached her, his lungs were burning. She was standing at one end and a man holding a cigarette at the other end of the dark alley.
"Ah, about time you arrived. I need a few detectives to add to my list of people killed," he said taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Well that's not going to happen," she said racing towards him, gun drawn. He just stood there. Goren raced after her.
"Eames, No! Come back" he yelled, halfway down the alley. He saw the man take out a gun but before he could shoot her, she shot him.
"You were going to kill us next, weren't you" she said to the bleeding man.
"Yes, and never you mind, my fellow bad guys will eventually get you" he said. He looked past Eames at Goren who had collapsed on the concrete from the poison. "That is to say, they'll get you. Your partner, it seems, has already been killed." Eames looked back at Goren, who was gasping for air in a puddle of water that dripped from the theatre air conditioner. As the man died, Eames ran over to her struggling partner.
"Oh, god! Goren, can you get up?" she cradled him in her arms. "I'll get an ambulance," she said, preparing to get up, but Goren raised his hand.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be ok," he said, hardly talking.
"Please, let me get help. Goren? Bobby? Please" her voice getting softer as tear fell and hit his cheek as he faintly smiled. She knew what could happen, and he knew she was scared.
"I'll be fine" he paused. "You'll be fine." He placed his hand over hers and squeezed it tight. Rain started to drizzle down as he closed his eyes, concentrating on his breathing. The fact that he had a cold didn't make it any better, until is stopped and his body relaxed.
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Eames watched in horror, her eyes fixed on his hand as the grip loosened and his hand dropped. The rain fell down her face and dripped off her nose.
"Goren? Oh my god, Goren? HELP!" she yelled as her instincts kicked in. She took her jacket off and placed it under his head. She needed to get him to an ambulance. She tried carrying him, but she was no match for his large body. She huddled over him, arms wrapped around her. Then the running footsteps of the medics were heard and they pushed her away as they worked on him. She hit hard against a brick wall, the wind being knocked out of her, and slid down it as she heard the horrible words 'no pulse.' They put him on the stretcher, put over a white sheet and proceeded in carrying him down the alleyway. She looked on.
"I'm still here," she whispered as they took him away. She didn't want to go anywhere without him. But her legs were too wobbly to get up and she sat there paralysed until another medic spotted her.
"Are you ok miss?" he asked caringly. He helped her up and inspected her face in a small patch of light. She suddenly snapped and looked at the man.
"My partner is dead, isn't he?" she asked. The man nodded.
"I'm sorry." Eames closed her eyed. Dead. One word that could shatter her whole world. "Come on, lets get you outta here," he said as he put his arm around her, making sure she didn't fall. She watched as they loaded Bobby into the ambulance solemnly. That was the last she saw of him that night. She drove straight home and went to bed, refusing to think, refusing to feel.
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( Nearly done! The next chapter is the whole reason I wrote the story
A/N: Like it so far? Nearly finished!
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
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As he approached her, his lungs were burning. She was standing at one end and a man holding a cigarette at the other end of the dark alley.
"Ah, about time you arrived. I need a few detectives to add to my list of people killed," he said taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Well that's not going to happen," she said racing towards him, gun drawn. He just stood there. Goren raced after her.
"Eames, No! Come back" he yelled, halfway down the alley. He saw the man take out a gun but before he could shoot her, she shot him.
"You were going to kill us next, weren't you" she said to the bleeding man.
"Yes, and never you mind, my fellow bad guys will eventually get you" he said. He looked past Eames at Goren who had collapsed on the concrete from the poison. "That is to say, they'll get you. Your partner, it seems, has already been killed." Eames looked back at Goren, who was gasping for air in a puddle of water that dripped from the theatre air conditioner. As the man died, Eames ran over to her struggling partner.
"Oh, god! Goren, can you get up?" she cradled him in her arms. "I'll get an ambulance," she said, preparing to get up, but Goren raised his hand.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be ok," he said, hardly talking.
"Please, let me get help. Goren? Bobby? Please" her voice getting softer as tear fell and hit his cheek as he faintly smiled. She knew what could happen, and he knew she was scared.
"I'll be fine" he paused. "You'll be fine." He placed his hand over hers and squeezed it tight. Rain started to drizzle down as he closed his eyes, concentrating on his breathing. The fact that he had a cold didn't make it any better, until is stopped and his body relaxed.
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Eames watched in horror, her eyes fixed on his hand as the grip loosened and his hand dropped. The rain fell down her face and dripped off her nose.
"Goren? Oh my god, Goren? HELP!" she yelled as her instincts kicked in. She took her jacket off and placed it under his head. She needed to get him to an ambulance. She tried carrying him, but she was no match for his large body. She huddled over him, arms wrapped around her. Then the running footsteps of the medics were heard and they pushed her away as they worked on him. She hit hard against a brick wall, the wind being knocked out of her, and slid down it as she heard the horrible words 'no pulse.' They put him on the stretcher, put over a white sheet and proceeded in carrying him down the alleyway. She looked on.
"I'm still here," she whispered as they took him away. She didn't want to go anywhere without him. But her legs were too wobbly to get up and she sat there paralysed until another medic spotted her.
"Are you ok miss?" he asked caringly. He helped her up and inspected her face in a small patch of light. She suddenly snapped and looked at the man.
"My partner is dead, isn't he?" she asked. The man nodded.
"I'm sorry." Eames closed her eyed. Dead. One word that could shatter her whole world. "Come on, lets get you outta here," he said as he put his arm around her, making sure she didn't fall. She watched as they loaded Bobby into the ambulance solemnly. That was the last she saw of him that night. She drove straight home and went to bed, refusing to think, refusing to feel.
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( Nearly done! The next chapter is the whole reason I wrote the story
