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Time: Hopeless Searching
Holly ran…fast. Her side hurt like it never had before, but that may have been because she was trying to fight back the tears in her eyes. Boromir was nowhere in sight. She couldn't even hear his voice. Right before the gasps came and the sobs racked her lungs, Holly stumbled onto her knees.
"This is hopeless!" she cried. Then she remembered Rachel…
"Rachel?" Holly asked as a figure stumbled out of the hospital door. During her last mission, Rachel had been severely injured by a bullet in her leg. She was the lucky one.
"Yes, Lieutenant Commander Craig?" Rachel asked between gritted teeth. Holly knew it wasn't just because of the pain, but because of respect. When they were on the base, Rachel was referred to as ma'am by everybody…even Holly.
"Sorry, ma'am!" Holly said, snapping to attention. Rachel sighed, shook her head, and hobbled down the corridor. Holly watched her friend and couldn't stand being disciplined.
"Permission to speak freely?"
"Yes?" Rachel asked, agitated and glaring at her watch. Holly gulped. Rachel could be brutal when she was in a bad mood.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to the service."
Holly nearly fell over, but instead let her jaw drop. Rachel smiled slightly and shook her head, adjusting her bum leg slightly.
"B-but the doctor…" Holly began, pointing toward her room. Rachel cut her off.
"Fuck the doctor. I'm going to my boys' funeral if I have to crawl."
"It's hopeless, ma'am. You'll never get there in time! It starts in five minutes!"
"Nothing's hopeless. I learned that last week, Craig. If you want something enough, you'll get it."
With that, Rachel limped, fists clenched, from the hospital. When the nurse asked her to stay, she practically spat on her desk. Holly watched her and, sure enough, Rachel made it to the funeral. She had two minutes to spare. Granted, that was after she hot-wired a jeep…
Despite herself, Holly laughed. Rachel definitely had a stubborn personality. Wiping her tears away, Holly listened closely for any sign of Boromir and there, in the grass, was a pair of muddy footprints. Holly stood and began running. She smiled and ran harder. Boromir and she would be together, and it was up to her to make that happen.
"Nothing's hopeless, after all."
A/N: As I said before, my site will be up soon, so check it out!
Time: Hopeless Searching
Holly ran…fast. Her side hurt like it never had before, but that may have been because she was trying to fight back the tears in her eyes. Boromir was nowhere in sight. She couldn't even hear his voice. Right before the gasps came and the sobs racked her lungs, Holly stumbled onto her knees.
"This is hopeless!" she cried. Then she remembered Rachel…
"Rachel?" Holly asked as a figure stumbled out of the hospital door. During her last mission, Rachel had been severely injured by a bullet in her leg. She was the lucky one.
"Yes, Lieutenant Commander Craig?" Rachel asked between gritted teeth. Holly knew it wasn't just because of the pain, but because of respect. When they were on the base, Rachel was referred to as ma'am by everybody…even Holly.
"Sorry, ma'am!" Holly said, snapping to attention. Rachel sighed, shook her head, and hobbled down the corridor. Holly watched her friend and couldn't stand being disciplined.
"Permission to speak freely?"
"Yes?" Rachel asked, agitated and glaring at her watch. Holly gulped. Rachel could be brutal when she was in a bad mood.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to the service."
Holly nearly fell over, but instead let her jaw drop. Rachel smiled slightly and shook her head, adjusting her bum leg slightly.
"B-but the doctor…" Holly began, pointing toward her room. Rachel cut her off.
"Fuck the doctor. I'm going to my boys' funeral if I have to crawl."
"It's hopeless, ma'am. You'll never get there in time! It starts in five minutes!"
"Nothing's hopeless. I learned that last week, Craig. If you want something enough, you'll get it."
With that, Rachel limped, fists clenched, from the hospital. When the nurse asked her to stay, she practically spat on her desk. Holly watched her and, sure enough, Rachel made it to the funeral. She had two minutes to spare. Granted, that was after she hot-wired a jeep…
Despite herself, Holly laughed. Rachel definitely had a stubborn personality. Wiping her tears away, Holly listened closely for any sign of Boromir and there, in the grass, was a pair of muddy footprints. Holly stood and began running. She smiled and ran harder. Boromir and she would be together, and it was up to her to make that happen.
"Nothing's hopeless, after all."