This is a fairly old drabble, but I think it deserves a place on ff.n It was written as a challenge for a meme on lj, and take place during the first GitS: SAC, in the second to last episode (which had me crying and squeaking in turns)
She
couldn't deny her fear. It was a natural instinct to sense the
predator and fear it. But she barely felt it – it was a prickle at
the back of her mind, telling her to be wary. Her ghost, whispering
to her of danger and men in black suits, out for her life.
The
lack of fear was no surprise – she felt most emotions this way,
prickles and brushes at the back of her mind which she could examine
from far away, and then decide what action to take. It was what made
her such a calm leader; she never showed anything on her exterior -
never felt anything on her exterior.
Thus it was a surprise that
when skin met skin as Batou pushed her from the window she needed to
pause. Her skin was…tingling. Or at least, her cyber brain was
registering the feeling of her skin tingling – but that was
completely ludicrous. She had no nerves in her skin any more, fiber
optic or real.
She half-closed her eyes and heard it, her ghost,
whispering. Whispering, singing softly. Then something else joined
it; whispering back, singing in harmony that was a melody all its
own. She didn't have to guess, she knew what, and who, it was.
His ghost. Him. The small part of him that was still human, whatever
that was these days. Their ghosts were aquatinted already, from
working for so long together, but now there was more. They touched,
clung to each other, shivered and writhed. She caught her breath, and
the moment passed.
But she still felt the alien tingle on her
skin – and she knew that he did too.