Rather important little note: This fic is not a fic at all. It is a conglomeration of small drabbles, pieces of stories that do not belong in any fic. These were all challenges, where a phrase and the word count were given to me, and I wrote something in response to the challenge. I like some of them, so I'm posting them here, in this story thing. New drabbles go into new chapters. None of them go together. They're just here.
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Challenge #6
Phrase: "If you love me, we're going to have forever."
Word Count: 517
Rating: PG-13
Title: Things Unsaid
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Otacon reflects on his relationship with Wolf.
Warning: More sappiness. Otacon/Wolf.
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He supposes it isn't so strange that he asked what he did, though it may have seemed odd at the time. Especially for the one he asked, so caught up in his own problems and issues that he probably thought the question was directed at himself and the girl that he felt he couldn't save. But no, that wasn't the case; the question was meant to apply to something in his own life, something he had no way of understanding. It was such an extreme situation, after all, and while the legendary Solid Snake may be used to these sort of things, scientific engineer Hal Emmerich certainly isn't. And there's certainly nothing wrong with asking something one knows nothing of.
Can love bloom on the battlefield? Snake thinks so. Hal does too.
But you have to protect the one you love. You have to take care of them. That was Snake's way of berating himself, he thinks, since Meryl had been injured and there was nothing Snake could do about it. But he wonders if there is something more to the sentiment. One has to protect the one he loves, after all, or risk losing her altogether. He finds that he has to learn this the hard way. Loving someone isn't the same as protecting them.
He knows that now, standing in the snowfield, feeling cold flecks of snowflakes melting against his cheek. The stealth camouflage doesn't work so well in the snow, since the snow gathers on him and melts on him, showing exactly where he stands, so he has it turned off for now. There are no enemies here now anyway. There is no one here but he, and he has never felt so alone.
People die in wars, good people and bad people alike. Everyone knows this, but no one ever thinks anyone they know will die. He didn't think so either, and that's why he didn't say so many things he now wishes that he had. He has a piece of paper where he wrote a list of things to tell her, and it's in his hand. He likes lists and making them because then he won't forget things. He can add to the list whenever he wants to and there it will be and he won't forget. He likes lists, but this list is different. The circumstances have made this into a list of abominations, crimes against himself and against her. Words that will haunt him forever because he never told her while she could still hear him.
He can only tell her now. She can't hear him any longer, and the blizzard is already beginning to hide her body lying there in the snow, her bloodstained jacket again white under a blanket of snow. He didn't tell her before and that was his tribulation, but at least he might tell her now. The list is hard to read and his fingers are numb from the cold, but that doesn't matter.
"If you love me, we're going to have forever," he reads the smeared pencil, and he realizes that maybe they will.
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Challenge #6
Phrase: "If you love me, we're going to have forever."
Word Count: 517
Rating: PG-13
Title: Things Unsaid
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Otacon reflects on his relationship with Wolf.
Warning: More sappiness. Otacon/Wolf.
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He supposes it isn't so strange that he asked what he did, though it may have seemed odd at the time. Especially for the one he asked, so caught up in his own problems and issues that he probably thought the question was directed at himself and the girl that he felt he couldn't save. But no, that wasn't the case; the question was meant to apply to something in his own life, something he had no way of understanding. It was such an extreme situation, after all, and while the legendary Solid Snake may be used to these sort of things, scientific engineer Hal Emmerich certainly isn't. And there's certainly nothing wrong with asking something one knows nothing of.
Can love bloom on the battlefield? Snake thinks so. Hal does too.
But you have to protect the one you love. You have to take care of them. That was Snake's way of berating himself, he thinks, since Meryl had been injured and there was nothing Snake could do about it. But he wonders if there is something more to the sentiment. One has to protect the one he loves, after all, or risk losing her altogether. He finds that he has to learn this the hard way. Loving someone isn't the same as protecting them.
He knows that now, standing in the snowfield, feeling cold flecks of snowflakes melting against his cheek. The stealth camouflage doesn't work so well in the snow, since the snow gathers on him and melts on him, showing exactly where he stands, so he has it turned off for now. There are no enemies here now anyway. There is no one here but he, and he has never felt so alone.
People die in wars, good people and bad people alike. Everyone knows this, but no one ever thinks anyone they know will die. He didn't think so either, and that's why he didn't say so many things he now wishes that he had. He has a piece of paper where he wrote a list of things to tell her, and it's in his hand. He likes lists and making them because then he won't forget things. He can add to the list whenever he wants to and there it will be and he won't forget. He likes lists, but this list is different. The circumstances have made this into a list of abominations, crimes against himself and against her. Words that will haunt him forever because he never told her while she could still hear him.
He can only tell her now. She can't hear him any longer, and the blizzard is already beginning to hide her body lying there in the snow, her bloodstained jacket again white under a blanket of snow. He didn't tell her before and that was his tribulation, but at least he might tell her now. The list is hard to read and his fingers are numb from the cold, but that doesn't matter.
"If you love me, we're going to have forever," he reads the smeared pencil, and he realizes that maybe they will.