Short and not so sweet. Warning you now this is a weird one, but that is kind of what I was aiming for. Huge, massive, enormous thank yous to all reviewers and everyone else who has added me to alerts/favorites :) Cheesy as it sounds it a makes me very very happy :)

Disclaimer: Nothing's mine :(

Everything was a blur. She had been in darkness, drifting away, and no one was there to save her. Like always she was fighting alone against the world. And then she couldn't remember anything, just like she'd been asleep and as her mind began to work again she felt a chill, realising that maybe she had not merely been sleeping.

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At the beginning there had been something. A deep sharp stabbing pain that cut her so deeply that she couldn't ignore it. It was a voice, just a voice, coming and going irregularly in the whisperings of speech. There was so much pain in that voice, so much despair that it hurt her. How could it hurt? She was dead, drifting, wasn't she? The pain came again and she flinched back from it. Maybe she could wake up, if she wanted to, but she knew that if she did then the pain would consume her, for all she knew it could get worse. It could stay with her her entire life.

Besides, there was a peace and stillness in just floating away.

The pain came again, burning her like a tongue of flame and she tried to let go. She let her mind drift, weightless.

Slowly, before she even realised, a coldness began to take hold of her. It started in her fingers and toes and began to creep quietly upwards towards her head, towards her heart. The calm was gone, replaced by panic as she fought to rid herself of the ice climbing menacingly through her, but it wouldn't relent. It carried on purposefully until, despite her desperate struggles, despite her effort to reach the warmth of pain, the pain of feeling, everything seeped away-replaced only with ice. She tried one last thought, one last feeling, but it was too late. The cold had reached her heart and Kate Beckett was no longer herself, there was nothing inside her, only the ice.

That was the gap, after the ice had taken her there was just a blank space, and her mind shied away from the meaning of that gap. All she knew was that somewhere along the way, something had made the ice melt away, because after the ice had taken her over the next thing she remembered was fire. Beautiful, painful, boiling fire. Fire from the physical pain of something beating at her chest, fire from the feeling searing back through her limbs. Fire from the emotions swimming round the melting ice of her mind and, as she heard that beautiful burning voice break through the surface to her, fire from the love that was working hard to reheat her heart.

She wasn't ready to wake up, but she didn't have a choice. If she didn't choose the fire she knew the ice would come back again, and she'd be frozen forever. There was also something about how franticly the pain came to her chest-something, someone, outside her mental prison needed her to choose life. So she did. She gave in to the fire and let it burn through her instead, until dry hot air came rasping back into her lungs and she choked life back inside herself.

I know it didn't really progress anywhere, and was strange, but I hope you all like it anyhoo, Let me know what you made of it :)

Emz xxx