Silence of Loss
Alex lay on his bunk, staring up at the ceiling above him with black feelings churning in his soul. He had never felt this lonely or sad in his whole life. The past couple of days had been pure torture and hell with his mind that would not settle even though his body was relaxed. The loss and return of people he once knew, and seeing others for the first time. Their words rebounded through him with more force than anyone should be able to handle.
With his mind focused on more mental things, he lost touch with the world around him to a degree that someone entered his room, and quietly shut the door without even disturbing him. They watched his face, seeing his eyes blink rarely, and stare off into space. She walked forward, and placed a hand on his shoulder before moving back the covers enough to climb in next to him. She laid half on him, snuggling close.
Alex slipped an arm around the woman's waist, moving over enough so that she wouldn't be on the verge of falling off the bunk. He felt so alone that even the simple comfort from Fidget felt good. He focused and listened to her for a little bit, hearing her sob and feeling her shiver. She missed them too, and wouldn't say anything, and was trying to derive comfort from him. He started crying then, closing his eyes to try and steam the flow.
They both missed their two friends. Grinder and Rikki disappeared unexpectedly, leaving behind everything. They just picked up, and left. No note, no sign of packing, no nothing. They left the plane on foot, most likely after Alex and Fidget had gone to bed and fallen asleep.
Fidget looked up at him, leaning on her elbows to look at his face. "Do you think they are going to come back to us?"
Alex opened his eyes, sadness showing prominently in their cerulean depths. "I hope so; we aren't a team without them." He sat up to look directly at her. The bottom of his stomach dropped out, and they both broke down and cried.
Alex held Fidget close, holding her with both arms as she cried herself back to sleep. He wouldn't fall asleep as easily as she did; there was still too much going on in his mind.
As the night wore on and the eastern horizon began turning a faint pink, did the 26-year-old hero fall asleep, salty tears dried on his face. There was no buzzing alarm clock, no radio going off to wake them.
The athlete held the camerawoman, strong arms wrapped around the diminutive waist. It was just they, with no further will to go on.
~~~
Later in the morning, Alex and Fidget were sitting around the conference table, quietly eating breakfast. At every moment in the silence, they both expected to hear Rikki start ranting, then Grinder trying to shut him up. Fidget once or twice opened her mouth and spat a retort to the non-existent manager. Then fell silent again.
They had nothing to do, nowhere to go. The phone rang constantly, but neither of them answered it. It was like the longest nightmare in the world, a nightmare that would not go away.
By noon, they decided to get ready for the day, dressing as they normally did. Alex in his khakis and blue shirt, and Fidget in her teal and pink mid- rift tank and dark baggy pants. They had to pick up some sense of normality, and even if they didn't do anything for the rest of the day, it was still better than nothing.
Never had they thought that perhaps Grinder or Rikki might have been trying to call them, or that Masters was trying to see if they were going to show up for anything. They sat on the couch in the forward area, looking out the windows that overlooked a vista that they had set down at the morning before.
Neither moved from their spot, wrapping in each others arms. They would admit, if asked, that with out Grinder, Alex not himself. And without Rikki, Fidget was not herself. They needed to other two to be real.
"What if they never existed in the first place?"
"Don't say that Fidget. You know they were here." He replied, watching a bird fly across the window. Unless she was right, he would know that they were here.
Time ticked on until the sun sank below the horizon and a blue wave started towards them. It was the inevitable death, they hoped.
The blue wave continued rolling, gathering speed and strength before falling into the vista, the water washing around the pontoons of the plane before lifting it up. The craft began drifting along with the other debris that had been collected by the water. Tree trunks, leaves, branches, all manner of forest litter floated around them as the water continued on.
~~~
"Wake up, you two! We're going to be late!"
Alex and Fidget opened their eyes at the same time, looked to Rikki standing in the middle of the room, arms on his hips. He was glaring down on them, as though he had been waiting for them for a long time.
Alex looked to Fidget laying on top of him, where she had fallen asleep the night before. She watched him with light blue eyes, mirroring his frown.
Was it all just a dream?
~~ The End ~~
A/N: This is assuming that Alex and Fidget have a relationship. And that they both have the same fear of not being a whole team.
Alex lay on his bunk, staring up at the ceiling above him with black feelings churning in his soul. He had never felt this lonely or sad in his whole life. The past couple of days had been pure torture and hell with his mind that would not settle even though his body was relaxed. The loss and return of people he once knew, and seeing others for the first time. Their words rebounded through him with more force than anyone should be able to handle.
With his mind focused on more mental things, he lost touch with the world around him to a degree that someone entered his room, and quietly shut the door without even disturbing him. They watched his face, seeing his eyes blink rarely, and stare off into space. She walked forward, and placed a hand on his shoulder before moving back the covers enough to climb in next to him. She laid half on him, snuggling close.
Alex slipped an arm around the woman's waist, moving over enough so that she wouldn't be on the verge of falling off the bunk. He felt so alone that even the simple comfort from Fidget felt good. He focused and listened to her for a little bit, hearing her sob and feeling her shiver. She missed them too, and wouldn't say anything, and was trying to derive comfort from him. He started crying then, closing his eyes to try and steam the flow.
They both missed their two friends. Grinder and Rikki disappeared unexpectedly, leaving behind everything. They just picked up, and left. No note, no sign of packing, no nothing. They left the plane on foot, most likely after Alex and Fidget had gone to bed and fallen asleep.
Fidget looked up at him, leaning on her elbows to look at his face. "Do you think they are going to come back to us?"
Alex opened his eyes, sadness showing prominently in their cerulean depths. "I hope so; we aren't a team without them." He sat up to look directly at her. The bottom of his stomach dropped out, and they both broke down and cried.
Alex held Fidget close, holding her with both arms as she cried herself back to sleep. He wouldn't fall asleep as easily as she did; there was still too much going on in his mind.
As the night wore on and the eastern horizon began turning a faint pink, did the 26-year-old hero fall asleep, salty tears dried on his face. There was no buzzing alarm clock, no radio going off to wake them.
The athlete held the camerawoman, strong arms wrapped around the diminutive waist. It was just they, with no further will to go on.
~~~
Later in the morning, Alex and Fidget were sitting around the conference table, quietly eating breakfast. At every moment in the silence, they both expected to hear Rikki start ranting, then Grinder trying to shut him up. Fidget once or twice opened her mouth and spat a retort to the non-existent manager. Then fell silent again.
They had nothing to do, nowhere to go. The phone rang constantly, but neither of them answered it. It was like the longest nightmare in the world, a nightmare that would not go away.
By noon, they decided to get ready for the day, dressing as they normally did. Alex in his khakis and blue shirt, and Fidget in her teal and pink mid- rift tank and dark baggy pants. They had to pick up some sense of normality, and even if they didn't do anything for the rest of the day, it was still better than nothing.
Never had they thought that perhaps Grinder or Rikki might have been trying to call them, or that Masters was trying to see if they were going to show up for anything. They sat on the couch in the forward area, looking out the windows that overlooked a vista that they had set down at the morning before.
Neither moved from their spot, wrapping in each others arms. They would admit, if asked, that with out Grinder, Alex not himself. And without Rikki, Fidget was not herself. They needed to other two to be real.
"What if they never existed in the first place?"
"Don't say that Fidget. You know they were here." He replied, watching a bird fly across the window. Unless she was right, he would know that they were here.
Time ticked on until the sun sank below the horizon and a blue wave started towards them. It was the inevitable death, they hoped.
The blue wave continued rolling, gathering speed and strength before falling into the vista, the water washing around the pontoons of the plane before lifting it up. The craft began drifting along with the other debris that had been collected by the water. Tree trunks, leaves, branches, all manner of forest litter floated around them as the water continued on.
~~~
"Wake up, you two! We're going to be late!"
Alex and Fidget opened their eyes at the same time, looked to Rikki standing in the middle of the room, arms on his hips. He was glaring down on them, as though he had been waiting for them for a long time.
Alex looked to Fidget laying on top of him, where she had fallen asleep the night before. She watched him with light blue eyes, mirroring his frown.
Was it all just a dream?
~~ The End ~~
A/N: This is assuming that Alex and Fidget have a relationship. And that they both have the same fear of not being a whole team.