Author´s Note: Wow! My inbox is full of emails from you guys. Thank you all. I knew that some of you wouldn´t like the ending, but I can´t please everyone, now can I? You who liked it and told me that, thanks so much! To the rest of you, hope this one is better for your liking.
I didn´t write two endings to confuse you. I wrote the original one because sometimes I like to write angst, and there was a 'character death' warning in the beginning. This second one I wrote because it was in my mind. I just happened to like the first one better, that´s why this is called 'the alternative end'. And so you know, I am a shipper, some of you doubted that.
Enjoy!
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He didn´t wake up. And she was gently taken from the room, the nurses ignoring her glares as they chatted happily, encouraging the new mother-to- be to just hang on.
She screamed, with pain and fear. And god how she wished he would be there for her. And after hours, a crying new born was placed on her arms, and she cried as well, kissing her son´s head. The child was taken from her only to be placed on her arms minutes later.
He was beautiful, and he was wrapped in a light blue blanket. And she placed small kisses on his face, careful not to wake him. She knew she would love that child for the rest of her life.
She felt weak, tired, but she called the nurse, asking her to take her to see the father of the small child. The nurse gently shook her head, telling her she should rest, and finally giving up, hiding her smile and shaking her head at her threats.
Only a little while, she had been told, and the determined look on the nurse´s face made her nod. Only a little while, but it was better than nothing. She was wheeled in his room, and he looked like same he had hours before.
"Harm." She said softly, reaching for his hand. "You have to wake up."
He lay still, and she felt disappointed. She never had believed he would wake up when she asked, but there was a part of her that hoped he would. She shifted the baby in her arms in better position. "This is your son." She introduced quietly.
The baby opened his eyes, and the let out a small cry. "I know, I want daddy to wake up too." She touched the small face.
The nurse walked into the room, quickly checking everything was okay with the commander, more of a habit than anything else; the machines would inform them if anything changed. She then leaned down to look at the baby.
"He´s beautiful." She said, and she really meant that.
Sarah gave the last look to the man she so much loved before she was wheeled away. Just before the door closed behind them, they heard the machine beep, and the nurse turned back.
And god how she wanted to go back too. But she couldn´t get out of the wheelchair, and even if she could have, she wasn´t sure if she was strong enough, and she would never have risk it, not when she was holding her child. He was only hours old.
Time seemed to stop as she listened the sounds coming behind from the now closed doors. The baby was in the arms of his grandmother, being admired by anyone who walked by. And after what seemed to eternity to her, she was allowed in his room.
His eyes were closed, but when she got closer, he turned his head and looked at her. And she couldn´t stop the sob escaping her lips.
"Harm." She whispered.
"Hey." He smiled tiredly. "What happened to you?"
"What?" She was confused, all that mattered was that he was awake, alive.
"Why you are in the wheelchair?" His smile disappeared, and he frowned. Had something happened to her?
"She´s in the wheelchair because she just gave birth to your son?" Trish said from the doorway, and the small child let out a cry. "I think he needs his mommy."
"A son?" Harm whispered, his eyes never leaving the small child that was placed on his mother´s arms.
"Our son, Harm." Sarah said softly, moving closer so he would see him.
He reached to touch his little hands. A wet tear dropped on his hand and he looked up to her. She was crying.
"Hey." He said softly and pulling her closer. "Don´t cry."
"I was so worried."
He nodded. He knew.
The nurse walked in, telling that it was time to go. Sarah shook her head, no way in hell she would ever leave him again. Never. "We´ll make some arrangements, and you will be moved into the same room. All three of you." The nurse promised. "But only if you do what I tell you now."
"Go on." Harm told her. He didn´t want to see her gone, but she would be back. Soon. They both would.
She leaned to kiss his lips softly, and his eyes fell closed. The pain medication helping him to sleep. And before the darkness fell that night, she was lying in his arms, sleeping peacefully for the first time in months, their son sleeping in his small bed next to them. He let out a soft sigh, tightening his hold onto her. He had suffered during the months he had been gone, and it would take a long time to heal. But now he was where he belonged, and nothing could ever take that away. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, glancing at the sleeping child on her side, and only then, when he knew they were fine, he allowed him to sleep as well.
The End
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I didn´t write two endings to confuse you. I wrote the original one because sometimes I like to write angst, and there was a 'character death' warning in the beginning. This second one I wrote because it was in my mind. I just happened to like the first one better, that´s why this is called 'the alternative end'. And so you know, I am a shipper, some of you doubted that.
Enjoy!
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He didn´t wake up. And she was gently taken from the room, the nurses ignoring her glares as they chatted happily, encouraging the new mother-to- be to just hang on.
She screamed, with pain and fear. And god how she wished he would be there for her. And after hours, a crying new born was placed on her arms, and she cried as well, kissing her son´s head. The child was taken from her only to be placed on her arms minutes later.
He was beautiful, and he was wrapped in a light blue blanket. And she placed small kisses on his face, careful not to wake him. She knew she would love that child for the rest of her life.
She felt weak, tired, but she called the nurse, asking her to take her to see the father of the small child. The nurse gently shook her head, telling her she should rest, and finally giving up, hiding her smile and shaking her head at her threats.
Only a little while, she had been told, and the determined look on the nurse´s face made her nod. Only a little while, but it was better than nothing. She was wheeled in his room, and he looked like same he had hours before.
"Harm." She said softly, reaching for his hand. "You have to wake up."
He lay still, and she felt disappointed. She never had believed he would wake up when she asked, but there was a part of her that hoped he would. She shifted the baby in her arms in better position. "This is your son." She introduced quietly.
The baby opened his eyes, and the let out a small cry. "I know, I want daddy to wake up too." She touched the small face.
The nurse walked into the room, quickly checking everything was okay with the commander, more of a habit than anything else; the machines would inform them if anything changed. She then leaned down to look at the baby.
"He´s beautiful." She said, and she really meant that.
Sarah gave the last look to the man she so much loved before she was wheeled away. Just before the door closed behind them, they heard the machine beep, and the nurse turned back.
And god how she wanted to go back too. But she couldn´t get out of the wheelchair, and even if she could have, she wasn´t sure if she was strong enough, and she would never have risk it, not when she was holding her child. He was only hours old.
Time seemed to stop as she listened the sounds coming behind from the now closed doors. The baby was in the arms of his grandmother, being admired by anyone who walked by. And after what seemed to eternity to her, she was allowed in his room.
His eyes were closed, but when she got closer, he turned his head and looked at her. And she couldn´t stop the sob escaping her lips.
"Harm." She whispered.
"Hey." He smiled tiredly. "What happened to you?"
"What?" She was confused, all that mattered was that he was awake, alive.
"Why you are in the wheelchair?" His smile disappeared, and he frowned. Had something happened to her?
"She´s in the wheelchair because she just gave birth to your son?" Trish said from the doorway, and the small child let out a cry. "I think he needs his mommy."
"A son?" Harm whispered, his eyes never leaving the small child that was placed on his mother´s arms.
"Our son, Harm." Sarah said softly, moving closer so he would see him.
He reached to touch his little hands. A wet tear dropped on his hand and he looked up to her. She was crying.
"Hey." He said softly and pulling her closer. "Don´t cry."
"I was so worried."
He nodded. He knew.
The nurse walked in, telling that it was time to go. Sarah shook her head, no way in hell she would ever leave him again. Never. "We´ll make some arrangements, and you will be moved into the same room. All three of you." The nurse promised. "But only if you do what I tell you now."
"Go on." Harm told her. He didn´t want to see her gone, but she would be back. Soon. They both would.
She leaned to kiss his lips softly, and his eyes fell closed. The pain medication helping him to sleep. And before the darkness fell that night, she was lying in his arms, sleeping peacefully for the first time in months, their son sleeping in his small bed next to them. He let out a soft sigh, tightening his hold onto her. He had suffered during the months he had been gone, and it would take a long time to heal. But now he was where he belonged, and nothing could ever take that away. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, glancing at the sleeping child on her side, and only then, when he knew they were fine, he allowed him to sleep as well.
The End
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