Rating: PG
Summary: The team at Tuscadero High School, Nevada...
Spoilers: None, really.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Last chapter, people!
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'Time heals all wounds.' Sara told herself, staring out at the park. Having stormed off after school, she'd felt the need to calm down. She remembered sitting on the blanket with everyone here. God, five months ago. Five months since it'd happened – the kidnapping, the trial, the funeral. The arguments. She remembered the arguments.
After that night at Nick's house, they'd promised to forget their squabbling; if not for themselves, for Lindsay. Unfortunately, the funeral dredged up too much for the five teenagers, and their promises soon were invalidated. Broken. The latest one had been about Lindsay's birthday – again, the group had disbanded over their lost friend. 'Everything's fallen apart.' she thought, desperate not to start crying.
The February winds and bitter cold bit at her cheeks and nose, but her scarf, gloves and bomber jacket warmed her a little. Her body, at least. The breeze ruffled her hair, and the grass quivered around her. She hugged herself tighter.
"Hey you." Catherine sat down beside her. Warrick followed, placing himself behind his girlfriend and holding her close. "Hello." Sara mumbled, blinking away her tears.
"You alright? You know, none of us meant it." Catherine assured her friend, as Nick and Gil appeared on the blanket, too. "Yeah. Just... It's just not fair." Sara replied, breaking down. Her defences failed, and she began to cry. Catherine went to put her arm around her, but realised that Gil had already done that. Sara's head went to his shoulder, and Warrick pulled Catherine closer, Nick sitting between him and Gil.
The tableau remained that way for a long time, the warmth fading as they reflected on their loss. It was a while before Warrick realised that little tiny tears were seeping through his jacket. Catherine's tears. He kissed the top of her head – "Shh. Don't cry. Time heals all wounds."
The girls sobbed harder, and Nick tensed, felling a bad case of the fifth wheel. Unnoticed by the couples, he got up, and left.
"I will be OK. In time. And I'll keep you alive, Linds. We all will. In our hearts; in our minds."
Summary: The team at Tuscadero High School, Nevada...
Spoilers: None, really.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Last chapter, people!
***
'Time heals all wounds.' Sara told herself, staring out at the park. Having stormed off after school, she'd felt the need to calm down. She remembered sitting on the blanket with everyone here. God, five months ago. Five months since it'd happened – the kidnapping, the trial, the funeral. The arguments. She remembered the arguments.
After that night at Nick's house, they'd promised to forget their squabbling; if not for themselves, for Lindsay. Unfortunately, the funeral dredged up too much for the five teenagers, and their promises soon were invalidated. Broken. The latest one had been about Lindsay's birthday – again, the group had disbanded over their lost friend. 'Everything's fallen apart.' she thought, desperate not to start crying.
The February winds and bitter cold bit at her cheeks and nose, but her scarf, gloves and bomber jacket warmed her a little. Her body, at least. The breeze ruffled her hair, and the grass quivered around her. She hugged herself tighter.
"Hey you." Catherine sat down beside her. Warrick followed, placing himself behind his girlfriend and holding her close. "Hello." Sara mumbled, blinking away her tears.
"You alright? You know, none of us meant it." Catherine assured her friend, as Nick and Gil appeared on the blanket, too. "Yeah. Just... It's just not fair." Sara replied, breaking down. Her defences failed, and she began to cry. Catherine went to put her arm around her, but realised that Gil had already done that. Sara's head went to his shoulder, and Warrick pulled Catherine closer, Nick sitting between him and Gil.
The tableau remained that way for a long time, the warmth fading as they reflected on their loss. It was a while before Warrick realised that little tiny tears were seeping through his jacket. Catherine's tears. He kissed the top of her head – "Shh. Don't cry. Time heals all wounds."
The girls sobbed harder, and Nick tensed, felling a bad case of the fifth wheel. Unnoticed by the couples, he got up, and left.
"I will be OK. In time. And I'll keep you alive, Linds. We all will. In our hearts; in our minds."