Aftermath
(AU of sorts)
On the four-year anniversary of 9-11, Bosco reflects on what brought him and his partner closer than either could possibly imagine
I own nothing!
Flashbacksi
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Bosco stood at his window, staring blankly at the New York skyline. He tried to remember what the towers had looked like that morning, before the planes hit and before they came crashing down, taking many of his close friends with them.
Bosco peered out of his car window as he watched a large jet crash directly into the WTC.
"What the hell?" he said getting out of his car and jogging toward the large crowd beginning to form on the street. The people were muttering and pointing toward the building, watching the gray smoke and flame that billowed out from the newly created hole in the side. A few minutes passed before they heard a familiar roaring and another jet crashed into the remaining buildingi
Bosco closed his eyes, willing away the tears that were destined to come. He was not much of a crier but he had a very weak spot in his heart for 9-11 and all the heroes that came out of that day and especially the heroes that did not come out that day.
Another rumble filled the air, only this one was louder. The building was falling and Bosco stood his back against a chain link fence as people ran toward him. He saw her while she ran, only a block or so away. When she was about to pass him he grabbed her arm and pushed her back against the chain link. One of his arms snaked around her waist tightly while the other held on to the chain link fence. Her arms found his as the cloud of thick black smoke made the streets of New York dark.i
Bosco crossed his arms over his chest and sighed allowed, forcing himself to open his eyes and look at sky again. Silent tears made their way down his face and formed tiny puddles in the crook of his neck.
It was several minutes before visibility was restored and the people could get farther away. Though it was safe, at least for the moment, to move Bosco and Faith stayed together in their embrace, reveling in the amazing feeling of each other's comfort. It was not but a few minutes before the remaining tower fell and the New York sky was empty, save for the thick clouds of dust that refused to disperse. Bosco tightened his grip around her waist and she buried her head in his chest, trying to escape the thick, toxic dust.
"Bos?" said Faith quietly emerging from the bedroom. She had a sheet wrapped loosely around her otherwise nude figure.
"Hey…" he said quietly, forcing a small smile. She walked over to him and he slid his arms under the sheet and around her waist. Her arms found their way around his neck and she kissed the skin around his collarbone gently
"There was only one truly decent part of that day…" he mused
"What was that?"
"September 11th was the day I realized I couldn't live without you."
(AU of sorts)
On the four-year anniversary of 9-11, Bosco reflects on what brought him and his partner closer than either could possibly imagine
I own nothing!
Flashbacksi
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Bosco stood at his window, staring blankly at the New York skyline. He tried to remember what the towers had looked like that morning, before the planes hit and before they came crashing down, taking many of his close friends with them.
Bosco peered out of his car window as he watched a large jet crash directly into the WTC.
"What the hell?" he said getting out of his car and jogging toward the large crowd beginning to form on the street. The people were muttering and pointing toward the building, watching the gray smoke and flame that billowed out from the newly created hole in the side. A few minutes passed before they heard a familiar roaring and another jet crashed into the remaining buildingi
Bosco closed his eyes, willing away the tears that were destined to come. He was not much of a crier but he had a very weak spot in his heart for 9-11 and all the heroes that came out of that day and especially the heroes that did not come out that day.
Another rumble filled the air, only this one was louder. The building was falling and Bosco stood his back against a chain link fence as people ran toward him. He saw her while she ran, only a block or so away. When she was about to pass him he grabbed her arm and pushed her back against the chain link. One of his arms snaked around her waist tightly while the other held on to the chain link fence. Her arms found his as the cloud of thick black smoke made the streets of New York dark.i
Bosco crossed his arms over his chest and sighed allowed, forcing himself to open his eyes and look at sky again. Silent tears made their way down his face and formed tiny puddles in the crook of his neck.
It was several minutes before visibility was restored and the people could get farther away. Though it was safe, at least for the moment, to move Bosco and Faith stayed together in their embrace, reveling in the amazing feeling of each other's comfort. It was not but a few minutes before the remaining tower fell and the New York sky was empty, save for the thick clouds of dust that refused to disperse. Bosco tightened his grip around her waist and she buried her head in his chest, trying to escape the thick, toxic dust.
"Bos?" said Faith quietly emerging from the bedroom. She had a sheet wrapped loosely around her otherwise nude figure.
"Hey…" he said quietly, forcing a small smile. She walked over to him and he slid his arms under the sheet and around her waist. Her arms found their way around his neck and she kissed the skin around his collarbone gently
"There was only one truly decent part of that day…" he mused
"What was that?"
"September 11th was the day I realized I couldn't live without you."