3 Ways to Fall

By: Wolfa Moon

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Just trying to find music to listen to write to. And this idea popped into my imaginative mind while listening to this. Hope you enjoy.

'Freedom Fighters – Two Steps From Hell

From the Star Trek Trailer

Way To Fall: Three

The ground came.

His guns had killed the evil. Hitting the ground. The air forced from his lungs. He began to fight for air. Turning over the rain fell onto his face. He prayed for the first time in a long time to a God he dared to seek out once before. The past memories of war stealing his faith away. You can live without faith. But you need hope to live. Hope that there are better things in this world to live for. He breathed in the much needed air. Closing his eyes against the pain he heard voices calling to him. Calling his name over and over again in a mantra. Someone saying Ezra as if praying. Another calling as if playing. And a third urging him. Hands tightened on him holding him down as another wave of pain ran through him. His body fought the hands. The fall must have hurt him more than he thought. Of course it should hurt if he survived. He had jumped off a steep cliff. Thrashing against the pain the rain pelted upon his face. Cooling away the heated pain surrounding him. Winds blew around him. The hands never letting him go. He wanted to open his eyes. To see the survivors of the confrontation. So hard to do this simple action. Pain ripped through him as the lighting streaked across the dark clouds. Thunder shaking the ground beneath him. Then a voice called through the darkness and pain.

"Fight Ezra, fight!" such fierce words. Winds blew trying to hide the words form his ears. Then again the voice called.

"Don't you dare give up on us." the winds died down. They could not stand up to the competition.

"EZRA!" the voice shouted. Pain teared through him again. He prayed for death. The voice though called to him. Screamed at him. Urging him. "Fight." Concentrating he fought through the pain. A scream ripped from his lips.

"STOP!" he cried out. The pain ceased. Rain stopped and the sun began to shine down on his face. Sun dried the rain from his exhausted face. Pain a memory. Taking in a deep breath, he breathed. He had fought and won.

"Ezra?" the voiced asked. A hand lay on his forehead. The person didn't block the sun from his skin. Smiling he let the sun dry the rain away. "Ezra, answer me."

"So impatient." he croaked to the voice that spoke. The voice he now recognized as one Chris Larabee.

"Then let's get you up."

"I jumped." Ezra kept his eyes closed listening as men moved around him.

"Yes you did. You saved them."

"Them?" Ezra fought now to open his eyes. Sun be damned.

"Yes the Potter children. You remember?" He shook his head. Pain pierced but he remained clear. Knowing that Nathan probably quieted Chris to see how much he remembered of recent events. So the seven were safe. Him just a little worse or wear.

"What happened?" He damned that he couldn't open his eyes. He wanted to see where he was. Was he at the bottom of a cliff? A Texas drawl spoke from his left.

"You jumped." ok at least that part is true of the, was it a dream. "They were holding onto the log that crossed the river. You and I were on patrol when we spotted them. The two hanging on for dear life. We had grabbed Emmet out but little Alice could not hold on." This is the most I think I ever heard from Vin in one seating. But he knew the details. As Ezra could not remember and the rest were not there. "We'll the river pulled and you secured a rope around yourself and jumped into the freezing cold water. You saved her."

"Also didn't help that you were shot not over two weeks ago." the assassin against Mary. "Told you to keep him in town but no. Ezra a big boy he can handle riding patrol." Nathan our mother hen and caregiver spoke heated to their leader.

"The girl?" someone brought water to his parched throat.

"Safe and at home." Josiah had said from his spot. Wherever that may be.

"And me?"

"Nathan's clinic." Buck spoke. He spoke first and loud. The urge to acknowledge he was there too and supporting him was evident in his plea of where they are. Ezra breathed deep. He needed to see. Light still shined on his face. His mind still at the bottom of the cliff. Green eyes opened to the reality around him. He was as Buck had informed him in Nathan's clinic. They are in Four Comers. Their home. Ezra's eyes looked to each of the gunman. They smiled at him. So many questions. But just really one.

"Am I dreaming?" Chris took a hold of his hand.

"No. You just been sick." Ezra stared into those hazel eyes. Seeing nothing but he truth, and the worry they must have gone through the past couple of days.

"So the dream is a dream." Ezra closed his eyes. The hand tightened.

"You okay?"

"Yes." Ezra smiled. "I'm home."

The End

Three Ways to Fall.

Will it be one?

Should it two?

Or must it be three?

You decide. Tell me which one you believe to be the truest way Ezra fell. Thank you for reading and your support.