Another older fic, only thisun's a one-shot. Plz excuse my writing technique in this one, i was feeling poetic or something...cant remember lol .
I don't own these ppl or their show ;)
They always begin in the cold of the infirmary.
I sit in the hall, waiting for you to call my name.
I watch you prepare for my appointment, our brief but meaningful few minutes together where we can speak freely.
You write down final notes on your last patient, gather the items needed for my shot, and then subtly wave me in through the window.
I step through the door…and find myself outside, in the yard.
I spot you pacing up to me. You're face is grim, because you've learned that I'm married.
I walk up to you, and reach to grip the metal of the fence.
My hand meets a cement wall. Pain races through my fingers and up my arm.
My vision turns red, white, and finally black. I'm crouched in the darkness of a solitary confinement cell. It's difficult to breathe, and my hand feels numb.
Then warmth overcomes it. I open my eyes and you're there in front of me. A pen light blinds me momentarily, and soft words soothe my inner wounds.
A guard pulls me up, and pushes me out the door.
And into a white room in the psyche ward.
You're there yet again, fingering the hardened clay that resulted from a mix of boredom and a prodding need to make you something.
The warmth of your hand has met me again, sinking through the thin cloth of my shirt sleeve.
I feel as if someone is pushing me toward you, although no-one is there.
My heads moves forward. My lips meet yours…
And we're back in your office.
My mouth moves against yours. The motion of short-lived, but cherished in my memory. I feel my eyes glance down. The glint of a key ring catches my attention. I remember why I am here.
But can't bring myself to do it. Instead I whisper sweet and desperate words to you, only to have you shake your head and turn away.
You look back with a look of pain and realization.
A sudden fear hits my gut.
I watch you walk out of the office, and feel a need to follow.
The door begins to close, just as I pass through behind you.
The smells of the prison disappear.
My senses gather scattered information all at once.
The scent of alcohol and bleach.
The beeping of monitors.
The sight of you lying in a hospital bed.
The doctors seem unaware of my presence as they speak amongst themselves, diagnosing the extent of your overdose.
You lay silent. Your eyelids shudder as you attempt to awaken from REM.
I reach down to touch you…
And grab the doorknob of a hotel room. I know you wait for me on the other side.
A sting of pain and regret hits me as I think of what I've brought into your life. They're after you now, and in the long-run I'm to blame.
But at least I can do something about it.
I can protect you.
The door opens to reveal you sitting there, eyes fixed onto mine.
You stand as I walk up to you.
And capture you in an embrace that says everything my mouth cannot.
No words are needed in this moment. Only the comfort of being with you again.
I move forward to meet your lips.
And my eyes open to view the scenery outside the car window.
The meeting with you is coming.
But apparently my mind wants it to come now.
I sigh and reach next to me to shake Lincoln awake.
The car starts and the trees outside flash by faster every second.
In a daze I mull over the thoughts and memories that consume my sleep.
I feel a small smile form at the hope in my heart.
My dreams always seem to begin in the lonely cold of the infirmary, and end in the warmth of your arms.