Title: Smile
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing/Characters: Stephen/Abby
Rating: K+
Warnings: Character death
Time Frame: Season 2 finale
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As I wait in the room full of creatures- creatures who are waiting to tear me to shreds- I think of one thing and one thing only. I think of Abby's smile. Her bright smile that lights up her entire face. When she's really smiling, I mean really smiling; she shows her teeth and her eyes sparkle a brighter blue.
The first time I saw her smile was in the Forest of Dean when Cutter asked hr to join our new team. I think of all her all smiles as the creatures circle around me. The time when I saved her from the futuristic predator, she hugged me tightly and smiled whispering a 'thanks Stephen'. I think of the time that she came to pick me up from the hospital. She skirt flittered around her legs as she grinned up at me, 'Come on, I'll take you home.' Damn, why did I have to tell her I had a girlfriend? No, I'm not going to think that way. I'm not going to die regretting anything.
I think of the time in the ambulance. I told her she was beautiful and she told me I was delusional. I asked her out to dinner and she agreed. Not only that, but she said she'd stay the night as well. The though of Abby in my bed brought a smile to my face. This was how I was going to die. I was going to die happy, thinking about the girl I fancied.
The creatures are getting closer; I can feel the breath of a Phorusrhacids slightly blowing my hair. There's only a few seconds left and I think of Abby's other smiles. The smiles she'll show throughout the day when she's wearing her favorite pair of jeans and that sexy little leather jacket. I can feel on the creatures touching my arm and I know this is it. I'm a goner. The last thing I think of is my favorite smile of Abby's. It's the smile that she gets when she's talking to me. It's my smile. She reserves it for me and me alone. She smiles real big, really smiles and her eyes shine brighter than normal. I picture her laughing, 'Bye Stephen,' as if she'll see me tomorrow at work…
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Okay the rough draft of this is like 10 sentences long, so it grew…a lot. Tell me what you think.
Spike.