Across the Times
By: Nightingale
Rating: PG13
Gin never felt so terrible. Rain ran to Gin's apartment and banged on the door shouting that she better open the door. When Gin got up from the couch and opened the door Rain was there with a bag containing two containers of ice cream. Gin let her in but only smiled at Rain's attempt to fix things with ice cream.
"I'm afraid this is one depression that won't be cured with a frozen dairy product." Gin stated
"Oh at least make an attempt." Rain lightly scolded as she got two spoons and made her way to the couch.
"Start talking. I want to hear everything." Rain insisted opening a quart for herself Gin looked to Rain with pain in her eyes. She turned and eyed the container of ice cream with the spoon resting on top of it. With a sigh Gin leaned down and picked up the ice cream and spoon before starting to tell the painful story of the last month.
"If I had gotten there a minute sooner I could have stopped it. I could have saved him. I"
"Could have? Gin he was meant to die. You saved him from one death to lead him to another.he wasn't meant to make it through the war."
Gin seemed to ignore her comment lost in the feelings of Jack's limp body in her arms and the tears that fell on his cold face.
"Rain.he died right in my arms. She stabbed him right in front of me and…and...the blood."
Gin had to stop. She got up from her seat throwing the ice cream container and spoon on the table. Gin stood up for a minute but she was slowly losing control of her emotions and went down the hall. Closing and locking the door behind her she escaped into the bathroom. She braced herself holding onto the sink with both hands her head rested gently on the mirror above. She let the tears fall as she looked up into the mirror. In the mirror she no longer saw her bathroom but that of the lodging house in Manhattan.
The face was the same face. It was a face as full of pain and sorrow as it was the night Jack died. Suddenly her memory flashed into her rash actions of the night. Gin looked on as if she had witnessed it instead of actually doing it. Gin had scrubbed at her hands with tears in her eyes clouding her vision as the sink turned red with blood.Jack's blood. It was everywhere.her clothes.her body. A sudden knock jarred her back to the present time.
"Gin? You okay" Rain asked through the door
"Yeah I'll be fine." Gin stated putting her head against the mirror again unwilling to look into its reflection again
"You sure" Rain asked pushing her ear up against the door
"Yeah. I'm fine just.go back home okay." Rain stepped away from the door.
She never thought Gin would ever fall apart like this. She had always been so strong before.a solid rock in rough waters.till now.
"Alright." Rain said softly as she began to turn from the door.
She turned back only once and opened her mouth as if to speak a few more comforting words but she turned back thinking twice and left the bathroom door. She quietly placed the almost empty quarts of ice cream in Gin's freezer and the two spoons in the sink. Toby meowed and rubbed against Rain's leg.
Rain smiled sadly and picked up the cat knowing that she couldn't touch Snitch till after a shower now unless she face him having shortness of breath from his allergy to felines. Rain gave the cat a gentle squeeze scratching its cute little head before releasing the cat to the floor and exiting the apartment.
When Gin finally left the safety of her bathroom she plopped onto her bed and hugged a pillow to her chest. The tears had stopped but the feelings hadn't. She had to move on and she knew it but how to move on after a loss like hers was a complete mystery to her. Gin grimly glanced at the clock on noticed the time was 1:45 am. She rolled over so she couldn't see the dreaded time. Not that Gin had been getting much sleep lately anyway.
"And I'm supposed to be back at work tomorrow." She muttered
Gin turned over and pulled the small string extinguishing the small bedside lamp. Gin sighed as she tried to ignore everything and go to sleep but thoughts plagued her to no end. After an hour of laying in bed with no hope of sleep Gin went back to her lamp and turned it on again. She reached under her bed pulling out her laptop and plugged it in. She opened up Microsoft Word and looked at the blank page before her. She starred at the small blinking line awaiting her words.
Christine shut the door on another failed blind date. Was there even one decent man in New York? Christine doubted it as she prepared for a shower. Why did her friend continually insist on setting her up on these awful blind dates.