Authors Note & Stuff: (First: I own nothing. Dark Angel and all related stuff is copyright to James Cameron and some other people.) Well, this is my first fanfiction ever. Well, aside from a slash drabble (from a completely unrelated fandom). Eheh. Anyways, I don't point this out to ask you to be easier on me – please, just tell me what you think, honestly ;D – but to explain what lacks. This is just a standalone babble of fluff, that might have a story behind it, but it's one that I'm definitely not talented enough to write. XD.
So anyways, I'd love to hear your feedback – good, bad, whatever (and maybe even reccomendations for other M/L fics that I haven't already read ;D). I'm really worried about the characters being in-character and all that, though, so please let me know if it's not, and things like that 3
Afterwards
When he entered the cold hospital room, he could have sworn he saw her eyes flicker open drowsily, but he blinked, and the moment had left.
After another miniscule span of time, thoughts of everything but the woman before him -- and how weak and vulnerable she looked -- had fled his mind
It was frightening, almost, to view the frail girl inside the soldier. For her to have let down her mask, completely. And even though she didn't know - couldn't have known - that he was witness to the woman behind the front, he felt priveleged to see this part of the one he loved.
Love...is that what this is? But the question was half-hearted, because he had known for what felt like an eternity, the truth.
Suddenly, her eyelids did flutter apart, and he forced his own to stay open a moment longer, making sure that this time, he wouldn't blink and let her pretend she hadn't seen him. That is, if she had opened her eyes before...
"Logan...?" Her voice was tired and distant, so unlike the fierce, quick-witted soldier he was used to. In her eyes, he saw endless depths of emotion - pools of chocolate weariness, and along the outlines of gold, was that...could it be, loneliness? Desperation?
"I'm right here," he assured her, letting a hand slip down to cup her cheek softly.
She smiled slightly, and then her eyelids struggled to close against her will, again.
"It's okay," he said, knowing instinctively what she wanted - for him to stay - and understanding how difficult it would be for her to ask.
She smiled again, a little less awake but much more comforted, and let herself succumb to sleep.