AN: This is my first fanfic, and I'm only posting it 'cos my friend told me to, so please tell me what you think. Also this does not quite fit with some things, but bear with me.
Summary: Gemma and Felicity are broken and need fixing.
We both lost so much in that last, awful, confrontation. We lost everything, our love, our life. Neither of us can carry on any longer. I stand on the edge of the cliff, her hand cool and calm in mine. I am not afraid, after all I am not dying, I am coming to life once more.
We share one last look, our plain dresses blowing in the wind. One pale blue, one green, a farewell to this world.
We step out, it feels like flying, the wind rushing in our ears, it lifts up our skirts, but no-one is here to see, and we shall never be seen again. Not by anyone alive.
The waves reach us, for a second I am aware of the briny ocean, harsh in my lungs. But then I am falling.
Fee's hand is gone, but I know where she is – in her own little part of heaven, like me.
I smile for the first time in too long as his strong, familiar arms hold me to him.
"Gemma." He whispers into my hair. Then we are kissing and it is just us, now. In heaven. Forever.