Title: Some Day
Rating: G
Season: 9
Summary: They both know it.
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There will be a day when I don't come back, she whispered.
He nodded.
I know.
What will you do when they tell you that I'm gone? She asked.
He didn't answer for a long time.
I think… I'd remember.
Remember what?
You.
Most people say when someone dies, they'll never forget that sound.
The
flat lining of the heart monitor-
Or
the soft, last breath.
I think that's stupid.
If that's the one thing they never forget, they're fools. What they had, what they shared with the one now gone, was apparently worthless.
Because I know, should you ever die, I would remember.
But
it wouldn't be the blood or the pain and anguish of seeing you slip
away.
That's... just a sign that you've finally left.
No, I wouldn't swear that that would be the last thing I'd ever forget.
I'd remember.
The first time we met.
Pushing you into the water and grinning as you spluttered and splashed, instantly indignant.
Teasing you about your food staple- because c'mon, who eats blue jello?
Saving your skin more than once- hell, more than we could count using one of those computer thingamajiggies.
Being saved by you in turn.
Arguing- because, yes, we weren't the perfect team.
Resisting that damning urge to pick you up and go AWOL.
Being reminded that, in deed, women can throw just as good of a punch as men.
Toasting (beer in one hand) to our success.
Mourning silently when someone died.
Those inevitable, unavoidable, impossible touches that were just enough to keep us alive and sane.
If I ever lost you…
(Oh God I hope I never will)
… then I'd remember.