This little drabble was originally supposed to be apart of a rather long one-shot set in the Prison that I have since lost inspiration for but this part was definitely my favorite and who knows, maybe one day the inspiration will return...
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Title: "Light Me Up"
Setting: ZA/Prison AU
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She doesn't see him come up behind her but, oh, she feels it. She feels it in that simple brush of his arm against hers, skin against skin. To anyone watching it would appear to be nothing more than just the result of him walking too close but she knows. She knows it was deliberate and she keeps her face neutral, keeps her soft smile even as that small contact strikes a flame on her skin, igniting the spark that had been burning steadily since the moment he snuck out of her cell that morning and her whole body is suddenly burning in an inferno that laps at her heart and nearly steals her breath away.
No one knows though, no one but him. She can tell by that small, barely there smile that lingers on his lips as he turns slightly, feigning to looking back at the prison but his blue eyes are focused on nothing but her. She keeps her gaze down though, juggling the child in her arms because there are people around and her skin is still scorching and her throat feels awfully dry and she is terrified that she just might crack against the heat if she were to look up into those fierce eyes at that moment.
Someone starts the car and she hears a mixture of voices, saying last minute wishes and good lucks and she tries to ignore the way she can hear his gruff voice clear as day through the entire thing. It isn't until she hears the rumble of that motorcycle engine that she finally looks up, finally tears her attention away from the small child in her arms, and without even searching, her eyes immediately find his, already looking at her.
The look in her eyes says it all, those blue eyes say everything in the way her lips cannot and she knows he knows, knows he understands what she cannot say aloud because he ever so slightly nods his head, barely even there, and she knows that no one would even question what it was if they saw it because it was so subtle but to her, it speaks volumes.
Come back to me.
I always will.
She looks back down again, grabbing the chubby little hand of the baby in her arms and together they wave, to what seems like no one in particular but she knows he knows, it's all for him. She hears the gates began to screech open and the motorcycle revs and she knows it won't be long before that engine is just a whisper in the wind so she bends down, placing a light kiss on Judith's head and she smiles.
They all have jobs to do and this is her's and protecting the prison is his, and as she glances up one last time she sees those faded white angel wings begin to soar away and she knows that the next few hours will be hard but she has a job to do so she turns around and walks back toward the prison, thinking of anything but the fire currently raging in her heart.
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