Title: Sacrificium Part 2
Author: LiquidThalassa
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I honestly forgot about this fic. It wasn't until yesterday that I started to write another chapter…and oddly enough I got another review today (interesting timing). So I decided to post the next part. I'm not positive where I'll take it, but it's not sticking to the show. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
Fox could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he drove over to Theresa's. The autumn streets were slick with recent rain, but still he sped on. Something was up, he knew, he just wanted to get there before he found out. He allowed his mind to recall her phone call…the sadness and desperation in her voice, the pain. It had been a month since they talked. One month. It had been hell for him, every moment he contemplated running over there and taking her in his arms. But she told him to stay away, that is was what was best. Best for who, he wondered. Neither one of them were happy. A quick corner and a slight skid caused him to break his reverie…
It had started to rain, heavy drops falling from the sky in a fury. There was no where to hide, no where to go. Seems to be a theme lately… Bowing her head and hugging herself she walked on. Her tears mingling with the rain, falling in an incessant rhythm. She couldn't stop. God, how can Fate be so cruel? Why take Mama? If anyone deserves to die it's me. Me. I'm the monster; I'm the sinner…not Mama...not Mama…
Unconsciously Theresa reached from her necklace—Mama's cross—and clutched it tight. Not for religious assurance—she knew she was too far got for that—but to feel Mama close to her. She shivered as the rain began to soak her clothes and whipped loose strings of hair from her face. In the distance she saw the cemetery and without thinking began to walk toward the stone angels…
Fox concentrated on the sound of windshield wipers and not his worries. No matter what Theresa said, he was going to stay. She needed him, she needed someone. She lost her mother, her son, and in her view, him. You didn't loose me, I'm here for you. Always. Looking at the time he calculated it would only be ten minutes till he could tell her that. Clutching the steering wheel he turned another corner…
She slipped on a patch of mud and fell, her tired body crumpling to the ground. Her breath stilled and she sat, taking in how sad her life had become. She almost laughed, but instead she only sighed. Gingerly she rose, only to feel a sharp stab of pain. A twisted ankle. Whispering a curse and debated hitchhiking, but remembered here hadn't been any cars on this road since she'd been walking. Biting her lips and wiped her eyes—not that it did any good with all the rain—and continued on in a pathetic limp. Once I cross this road, I'll be closer to Mama…
Just as Fox decelerated to accommodate a tight turn, he was accosted with another one. A pothole caught his tire and he started to loose control. Fear flooded him and he tried to change gear. It was stuck. He tried the brakes, but they weren't quick enough. Looking up he saw a figures limping across the street. He honked his horn wildly, playing he could swerve in time. As he got closer the figure turned and he met her eyes. Her. Theresa. She stood frozen in the road, soaking wet and utterly beautiful. He cried out, yelling her name. The last thing he saw before he spun out and hit—something, he didn't know what—was her eyes.
TBC…