| Crash Landing |
[14 Jul 2008|11:37am] |
He doesn't know where he is. A bed somewhere, a semi-comfortable one and not the cot he'd occupied before. He feels like he's been asleep for a long time. The room is white, the sun coming through the window making the whiteness glare in a way that hurts his eyes. Hospital.
How did he get into the hospital?
He remembers being taken out of his cell, walked down a narrow corridor among echoing footsteps and muted conversations. Counting helmeted heads while seeming to stare at nothing, regulating his breathing and heartbeat and listening to his feet slapping gently against the floor. There had been a grimness in the air, a feeling of urgency. Someone spilled the beans, at least that's what he guesses. Now the situation was being...cleaned up.
( Wakey-Wakey )
"My Hannah." Even the blonde's name is sweet to him, sweet as the water he'd drunk, and he nods. If he sleeps, his head will stop spinning. His eyes slide shut, and he lets the fatigue carry him off.
A self-rescuing prince.
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| A Final Letter |
[14 Jul 2008|04:50pm] |
Dear Victoria,
By the time you read this, I'll probably have caught my flight. I guess it makes me chickenshit not to say goodbye face-to-face, but I felt like it was better to do it this way. More chance of a clean break this way, for both of us.
I've decided to take a job with the Watcher's Council, and they're flying me out to London to participate in their training program. Searchlight has gotten too small, and the current climate is making Vegas impossible. So I'm taking my do-gooder act on the road, all the way across the ocean to see if those English folks can be useful to me, or at least if I can be useful to them.
I saw the stuff about Carmilla in the paper, the publicity for it. I guess this is the part where I should say congratulations, but I can't do that. I've been enough of a hypocrite and you're probably tired of me lying. I saw her picture, though. Star's. I was right, she is beautiful. Just like you. You guys make a great...something.
I hope you get everything you want. I mean that, okay? Even if I can't tell you its wonderful, I never want to think about you being hurt or disappointed. So take care of yourself, and of her too, I guess. Its going to be harder than ever to live in this world now. I want you to keep safe.
I love you, and in my heart I'm hugging you really tight while I say goodbye. I don't know when I'll be back in the States, only that I probably will be at some point. After that, I have no idea of what will happen. I don't even know if I'll see you again. Might be better if I don't. I was only able to tell you
no once.
I better close this out before I start crying. There's been enough of that already. So. Goodbye, Victoria Foxworth. You're in my heart forever. I love you.
Mallory Judith Quinn
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