Breath-of-Ice
Ice: Welcome back! For those just joining us thanks for taking the time to read this far. It makes me happy that people read this. And to the people who have been reading and reviewing the whole time, thanks to you as well! It also makes me happy that you read this, review and have Matt/Sarah shippage! On with the show…
Note: This is set after 'The One Thing' episode and before the 'When Bad Conversations Happen To Good People' episode. Since we already know what's up with Matt, here is what I think that Sarah was going through…
Note # 2: This may or may not become a two or three-part shot. When I finish this please review and let me know if you want me to continue on this same sort-of line. You'll get what I mean at the end…
Memories
Sarah Camden sat in the hotel room and stared. At what? Her ring. Her gold wedding ring. It sat there, innocently enough, mocking her in silence on the side-table. That had been the first thing that she had done upon entering the hotel room. Sarah pulled the ring and had set it gently on the table. Her finger felt naked without it on. She wanted to reach over and slip it back on her finger…but she didn't.
To get her mind off of this unexpected loneliness, Sarah decided to un-pack her travel bag. She grabbed the shirts off of the top and smiled in spite of herself.
The very first one said something along the lines of 'I Survived Med School Boot Camp'. She remembered when she and Matt had gone to it, thinking it would just be a joke. But that turned out to be a hard weekend for them both. The tasks they were asked to perform were mind-numbing and hard. To top it off the girls and guys had to stay in different cabins. She also remembered how Matt didn't want to sleep without her and how, in the hot, New York summer, the two had met secretly after lights out and slept under a tree, curled up in each other's arms.
She set the shirt lovingly aside and grabbed the next article of clothing. It was a pair of Columbia sweatpants. Her mind was instantly flooded with memories of her and Matt at school. The two studying for tests, doing homework together, kissing behind the library bookshelves when they should have been studying, walking to class hand-in-hand. But while those were good memories she was also reminded of some bad ones. Her and Matt arguing over and answer to a homework question, seeing him talking to another girl, yelling at Matt for not reminding her to study. She dropped the pants like they were a hotplate.
Sarah rubbed her temples. This was the reason she had left the apartment in the first place. She needed to get away from these memories of her husband. She grabbed her purse and started to dig, trying to find some aspirin. Instead she found her keys.
Those keys reminded her more of Matt. The car key, how they had gone together and Matt haggled for almost an hour trying to get a good price for the car. The silly little key chains that Matt had bought her of no real reason, he always used them as an excuse to kiss her and tell her that he loved her. And, finally, the apartment key. The key to the place where they shared their lives together. The place where they had cooked together, spent their first Hanukah together, slept together (on numerous occasions). But this same key also lead to many heartaches for Sarah. The arguments they had, the fights, the yelling.
Her headache worsened. She shoved the keys back into her purse. She rested her head on the pillow of the queen bed she had asked for. And that, within it self was also a reminder. She had gotten a queen because she had been thinking that Matt would sleep in this bed tonight with her. She was thinking how nice it would be to lay her head on his chest and feel his heartbeat against her skin. To hear him whisper into her ear a simple "I love you" or a husky-toned "Sarah…" But she knew the real truth. He wasn't coming. She would be here by herself, haunted by him. He was probably on a plane half-way to Glen Oak by now.
She lay, wallowing in self-pity and sadness for a few moments when it hit her. She had the answer. She knew what she needed. She knew who she needed to talk to. It was him. She repacked her things, quickly so as to not stir-up anymore memories, and grabbed her things. The last thing she pondered over was her wedding ring. Should she put it back on? She shook her head. There was only one person who could put this back on for her. Sarah Camden carefully tucked the precious ring into her pocket and left the room.
To be continued…
Ice: So this is going to be continued next time. But what I want to ask is if you guys wanted another one-shot along the lines of this expect more of Matt's memories of Sarah. I'll probably write anyway but I just wanted to ask. Gomen (sorry) for the very paragraph intensiveness this time. I just felt that this was the way to write it. Until next time!