She raced towards the edge but Charon was faster. He tackled her moments before she could leap off. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?" "GET OFF OF ME". Charon grabbed her wrists and held her to the ground. She tried to fight him off. Tears poured down her face and she smelt of booze. She was grieving and drunk, not a combination that should go together. "Look at me." Charon commanded. She wouldn't so he repeated it slower. "Look. At. Me." She eventually did with a huff. "What were you doing?" "Jumping." "Why?" "It hurts so much." Charon paused and looked at the smoothskin, really looked at her. She was hurting and no 'it will get betters' 'this isn't the way to do it' would make it better. So he took a different route. A selfish route but it had to be done. "What about me ?" "What ?" Her eyes widened. "If you jumped. You would have died. What about me ?" She paused. "I - uh." "You didn't think of that." "No." More tears began to fall. "I'm sorry." "You took me from a living hell and showed me happiness. You were just going to jump and let yourself die at your own hands. How would I have felt. Not just as your body guard as your friend. That I couldn't protect you from yourself." She didnt answer she just continued to look at him with watery eyes. "I would have followed after you." "NO ! but you would ..." "Die ?" "You can't die !" "But you can ?" Both stared towards each other in a stale mate. He let go of her wrists and held her face in his hands. She held onto his shoulders. "I don't know what i'd do without you" Charon spoke quietly. "I lo-" "Don't you dare say it!" fresh tears leaked from her eyes. Stunned Charon paused. "Why ?" She gasped and Charon wiped the tears from her face. " Everyone I love dies." In a further stale mate he choose to kiss her. Deep and intimate. "You know I do though" He spoke into her mouth. Janet leaned back. "Me too." She brought his face to hers and he rolled them over on the ground so he lay on top of her. Harkness continued his search and opened the flight deck door. ... ... "I'll come back." He simply spoke.
Curves (6b/9)
He tackled her moments before she could leap off.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"
"GET OFF OF ME".
Charon grabbed her wrists and held her to the ground. She tried to fight him off. Tears poured down her face and she smelt of booze.
She was grieving and drunk, not a combination that should go together.
"Look at me." Charon commanded. She wouldn't so he repeated it slower. "Look. At. Me." She eventually did with a huff. "What were you doing?"
"Jumping."
"Why?"
"It hurts so much."
Charon paused and looked at the smoothskin, really looked at her. She was hurting and no 'it will get betters' 'this isn't the way to do it' would make it better. So he took a different route. A selfish route but it had to be done.
"What about me ?"
"What ?"
Her eyes widened.
"If you jumped. You would have died. What about me ?"
She paused. "I - uh."
"You didn't think of that."
"No." More tears began to fall. "I'm sorry."
"You took me from a living hell and showed me happiness. You were just going to jump and let yourself die at your own hands. How would I have felt. Not just as your body guard as your friend. That I couldn't protect you from yourself."
She didnt answer she just continued to look at him with watery eyes.
"I would have followed after you."
"NO ! but you would ..."
"Die ?"
"You can't die !"
"But you can ?"
Both stared towards each other in a stale mate. He let go of her wrists and held her face in his hands. She held onto his shoulders.
"I don't know what i'd do without you" Charon spoke quietly. "I lo-"
"Don't you dare say it!" fresh tears leaked from her eyes.
Stunned Charon paused. "Why ?"
She gasped and Charon wiped the tears from her face. " Everyone I love dies."
In a further stale mate he choose to kiss her. Deep and intimate.
"You know I do though" He spoke into her mouth.
Janet leaned back. "Me too." She brought his face to hers and he rolled them over on the ground so he lay on top of her.
Harkness continued his search and opened the flight deck door.
...
...
"I'll come back." He simply spoke.