She... [1-4/4] (Colby/OFC-Callie, PG-13)
Prompted by the numb3rs100 Rewind Series for March...
Title: She... (Another alternate ending to Broken)
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: PG-13 (implied adult situations)
Word Count: 300 (Sweat), 742 (Uncertainty), 300 (Countdown), 377 (Reckless)
Summary: She was still his...
Spoilers: possibly 3.24 - The Janus List and 4.01 - Trust Metric.
Notes/Warnings: I'm always in awe of those who can complete the Rewind challenge every month for numb3rs100 so I thought I'd give it a try. I was aiming to keep the word count restriction to less than 300 but when my characters ran away with me in the second one, I decided the challenge for me was to tell a story given the four prompts. This idea started with a mental image given to me by my beta, julietm. The story is an alternate reality/universe with my OFC-Callie incorporated into The Janus List/Trust Metric plot. I'm only posting this here because I'm rather pleased with what came out and I'm hoping that it will lead to future Rewind challenges where I also meet the word count requirement.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Sweat:
Four weeks inside this cell… alone. Solitary confinement was a blessing, he thought once more lowering his body to the floor - using only the strength in his arms and abdomen to steady the motion. Lower he moved until he could feel the cool dampness of the floor rising to his face and then he pushed himself upward again.
The stillness gave him time to think. He thought about what would happen next. He thought about every thing he’d sacrificed. It was too late to turn back now. He’d already lost every thing.
He’d lost her.
And the thought nearly crumpled him to the floor.
He’d been a selfish bastard thinking he could ever love her the way she deserved, knowing why he had come to LA. But, he’d not been able to stop himself. She consumed him from the very first moment. She… was all there was for him.
Images of her flashed across his mind and as the familiar pain in his chest began to settle in, he pushed himself harder until sweat was streaming down his face. The salt of it stung his eyes and still he pushed. He could feel every muscle in his body humming with the exertion and he pushed harder. He couldn’t let his heartache consume him. Not again. He needed clarity now. He needed focus.
And just when he thought his body could take no more, there was a sound outside the room - distracting him and causing him to let go of his resistance. His body fell against the cool concrete beneath him, rising and falling with his accelerated breathing.
With what strength he had, he looked up to see the door open and the familiar face of the guard staring back at him.
“It’s your lucky day, Granger. You’ve got a visitor.”
Uncertainty:
His pace was slow with handcuffs around both his ankles and his wrists. His mind was a whirlwind as he wondered who this unexpected visitor could be. No one had been to see him and no one was supposed to see him… not for another week. That was the plan at least, but maybe things had changed.
The guard opened the door, but made no move to enter. Colby looked to him in confusion but was given nothing. “You’ve got five minutes,” was all he said before the door closed behind him.
Colby stared at the door for a long moment before he turned around, expecting to see the tall rectangular build of a man he’d come to trust. Instead, he saw the delicious curves of a woman he’d long since memorized… her thick red curls bundled at the nape of her neck, falling down between her shoulder blades.
“Cal?” he breathed, sure that breaking the silence in the room would cause the vision to vanish.
He watched her turn then, his eyes scanning up her long delicious legs and over those perfect hips he loved to nibble at just above her nearly non-existent tan line. His eyes moved with her as she turned, trailing over her toned abdomen and higher over her supple breasts. His mouth was going dry as he remembered her… the taste of her, the feel of her. Higher still he looked, over her neck… fixating on that sweet spot she loved to have him nip at before he looked over her lips and then into her eyes, finding them more dazzling now than they had ever been.
He still found it hard to believe that she was there… that she was there to see him so he made no move toward her, wanting to hold onto the vision for just a moment longer before he spoke.
“What are you…?”
She interrupted him with a smile, and he watched her take another step closer to him. She wasn’t vanishing… she was really there and she was smiling at him.
“I needed to see you, Colby… before they transferred you,” she answered and there was sweetness in her voice that had not been there the last time she’d seen him.
There seemed to be a million things he wanted to say now… things he needed to say but he couldn’t seem to find where to start.
“Cal… I’m so sorry. I never meant…”
Her gentle fingertips against his lips silenced him and he closed his eyes against the first touch.
“I know, Colby. I know,” she breathed, her body dangerously close to his. Her scent, her warmth… every thing about her radiated through him and he prayed again that this was not a dream.
He opened his eyes and found her still there, looking at him… her eyes apologetic yet warm. And when she looked to him again, she gave him no warning before her lips pressed to his. She was gentle at first but as her body moved to press him back against the wall, he sighed and she capitalized on his openness. His head was spinning with thoughts of her… the first time he’d kissed her, when he’d whispered to her that he loved her, flashes of endless nights of lovemaking - in their bed, on the beach, in the Charger. He heard her laughter… listened as she whispered she loved him, she wanted him, she’d marry him… and with every moment, he kissed her deeper in return.
Her tongue danced with his, allowing him to memorize the taste of her - breathing in everything he could about this moment. And then he tasted warm metal as she slipped him a key and he groaned, kissing her more deeply than the moment before and grasping at her as best he could with his hands still cuffed. She knew. She knew every thing… and she was still his.
With a gasp, his lips broke contact with hers - both now breathing heavily after the exchange. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed with color and all the while she rested her forehead against his.
He breathed her in once more, his hands holding onto her waist as best he could as he whispered. “Tell me, Cal. Tell me it’s going to work.”
She didn’t need to speak the words. His reassurance was in her eyes and in her touch as her hand caressed his cheek. Every thing would be okay.
Countdown:
The second needle stung worse than the first. Worst of all, he couldn’t move though he desperately wanted to. But he wouldn’t give up. His Cal knew the truth. She would come to save him. He had only to wait… to hang on a little longer as the minutes counted down to when he’d see her again.
His thoughts of her kept him breathing as the drugs took full affect, feeling now as though he were drowning in air. He wouldn’t let it consume him. He refused for it to end like this. Instead, he focused his thoughts on the hours he and Callie spent in the ocean - underwater as the sea washed over them, kissing each other as they floated on the waves, making love as the water lapped at their bodies. This is what he remembered now. And it made the pain in his arms and chest and lungs seem far away… almost unrecognizable.
His Cal. She knew. She was still his. That was everything he needed, even as Lancer questioned him again. Resolve was in his eyes as he looked forward into the cold, unfeeling stare of his captor. This man would be dead before sunset… and Callie would be the one responsible. He almost smiled then, answering another question with a smart ass remark. He’d come too far… he’d give away nothing.
A third needle was in Lancer’s hand… this would be the one to kill him - to take him from his Cal forever… but not before he heard the sirens. Behind him there was commotion. There was panic. There was… his Cal. He couldn’t move to see but he knew she was there. He wanted to warn her… to protect her. His breath caught as gunfire sounded. Shouts… heat… And then every thing went black.
Reckless:
He slowly opened his eyes, carefully at first almost sure that the act would cause him pain. But when he accomplished the task with little effort, he blinked several times willing his eyes to focus. Beeps from monitors, white noise, white walls, stale air… he was in the hospital. He let his lungs fill with air and marveled over the freedom he felt in his lungs despite a continued tightness in his chest, but the air gave him strength enough to move and with what energy he had, he raised his head from the hospital bed to look around.
Her hand was still in his, cool against his warmth… and then memory crashed down around him with the force unlike anything he’d ever known.
Her eyes were closed, her skin was pale. She was still unconscious as he kept vigil next to her bed. The monitors beeping were his only indicator of her life, mingling with the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she took involuntarily breaths.
She’d come to save him… and had almost died in the process. The third needle meant for him found its way into her veins. How? He did not know. The bullet catching his shoulder taken with the drugs that were already in his system caused him to black out from the magnitude of the pain. His shoulder was healing… the drugs were out of his system. And she still lay there unconscious before him.
Tears were stinging his eyes as he once more tightened his hand around hers, bringing it carefully to his lips as he kissed the cool skin - somehow willing his warmth into her even as a heated tear fell against her wrist. Another fell before another… until he was forced to place her hand back against the bed, and use his only free hand to wipe away the impending flood that threatened to consume him.
His Cal. She was still his… as long as she kept fighting. He wanted to will her to open her eyes, to let him see that reassurance she’d given him before - to feel her hand against his cheek and know that every thing would be okay. He needed that now more than ever. He needed her… now, more than ever.
<< Broken
Title: She... (Another alternate ending to Broken)
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: PG-13 (implied adult situations)
Word Count: 300 (Sweat), 742 (Uncertainty), 300 (Countdown), 377 (Reckless)
Summary: She was still his...
Spoilers: possibly 3.24 - The Janus List and 4.01 - Trust Metric.
Notes/Warnings: I'm always in awe of those who can complete the Rewind challenge every month for numb3rs100 so I thought I'd give it a try. I was aiming to keep the word count restriction to less than 300 but when my characters ran away with me in the second one, I decided the challenge for me was to tell a story given the four prompts. This idea started with a mental image given to me by my beta, julietm. The story is an alternate reality/universe with my OFC-Callie incorporated into The Janus List/Trust Metric plot. I'm only posting this here because I'm rather pleased with what came out and I'm hoping that it will lead to future Rewind challenges where I also meet the word count requirement.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Sweat:
Four weeks inside this cell… alone. Solitary confinement was a blessing, he thought once more lowering his body to the floor - using only the strength in his arms and abdomen to steady the motion. Lower he moved until he could feel the cool dampness of the floor rising to his face and then he pushed himself upward again.
The stillness gave him time to think. He thought about what would happen next. He thought about every thing he’d sacrificed. It was too late to turn back now. He’d already lost every thing.
He’d lost her.
And the thought nearly crumpled him to the floor.
He’d been a selfish bastard thinking he could ever love her the way she deserved, knowing why he had come to LA. But, he’d not been able to stop himself. She consumed him from the very first moment. She… was all there was for him.
Images of her flashed across his mind and as the familiar pain in his chest began to settle in, he pushed himself harder until sweat was streaming down his face. The salt of it stung his eyes and still he pushed. He could feel every muscle in his body humming with the exertion and he pushed harder. He couldn’t let his heartache consume him. Not again. He needed clarity now. He needed focus.
And just when he thought his body could take no more, there was a sound outside the room - distracting him and causing him to let go of his resistance. His body fell against the cool concrete beneath him, rising and falling with his accelerated breathing.
With what strength he had, he looked up to see the door open and the familiar face of the guard staring back at him.
“It’s your lucky day, Granger. You’ve got a visitor.”
Uncertainty:
His pace was slow with handcuffs around both his ankles and his wrists. His mind was a whirlwind as he wondered who this unexpected visitor could be. No one had been to see him and no one was supposed to see him… not for another week. That was the plan at least, but maybe things had changed.
The guard opened the door, but made no move to enter. Colby looked to him in confusion but was given nothing. “You’ve got five minutes,” was all he said before the door closed behind him.
Colby stared at the door for a long moment before he turned around, expecting to see the tall rectangular build of a man he’d come to trust. Instead, he saw the delicious curves of a woman he’d long since memorized… her thick red curls bundled at the nape of her neck, falling down between her shoulder blades.
“Cal?” he breathed, sure that breaking the silence in the room would cause the vision to vanish.
He watched her turn then, his eyes scanning up her long delicious legs and over those perfect hips he loved to nibble at just above her nearly non-existent tan line. His eyes moved with her as she turned, trailing over her toned abdomen and higher over her supple breasts. His mouth was going dry as he remembered her… the taste of her, the feel of her. Higher still he looked, over her neck… fixating on that sweet spot she loved to have him nip at before he looked over her lips and then into her eyes, finding them more dazzling now than they had ever been.
He still found it hard to believe that she was there… that she was there to see him so he made no move toward her, wanting to hold onto the vision for just a moment longer before he spoke.
“What are you…?”
She interrupted him with a smile, and he watched her take another step closer to him. She wasn’t vanishing… she was really there and she was smiling at him.
“I needed to see you, Colby… before they transferred you,” she answered and there was sweetness in her voice that had not been there the last time she’d seen him.
There seemed to be a million things he wanted to say now… things he needed to say but he couldn’t seem to find where to start.
“Cal… I’m so sorry. I never meant…”
Her gentle fingertips against his lips silenced him and he closed his eyes against the first touch.
“I know, Colby. I know,” she breathed, her body dangerously close to his. Her scent, her warmth… every thing about her radiated through him and he prayed again that this was not a dream.
He opened his eyes and found her still there, looking at him… her eyes apologetic yet warm. And when she looked to him again, she gave him no warning before her lips pressed to his. She was gentle at first but as her body moved to press him back against the wall, he sighed and she capitalized on his openness. His head was spinning with thoughts of her… the first time he’d kissed her, when he’d whispered to her that he loved her, flashes of endless nights of lovemaking - in their bed, on the beach, in the Charger. He heard her laughter… listened as she whispered she loved him, she wanted him, she’d marry him… and with every moment, he kissed her deeper in return.
Her tongue danced with his, allowing him to memorize the taste of her - breathing in everything he could about this moment. And then he tasted warm metal as she slipped him a key and he groaned, kissing her more deeply than the moment before and grasping at her as best he could with his hands still cuffed. She knew. She knew every thing… and she was still his.
With a gasp, his lips broke contact with hers - both now breathing heavily after the exchange. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed with color and all the while she rested her forehead against his.
He breathed her in once more, his hands holding onto her waist as best he could as he whispered. “Tell me, Cal. Tell me it’s going to work.”
She didn’t need to speak the words. His reassurance was in her eyes and in her touch as her hand caressed his cheek. Every thing would be okay.
Countdown:
The second needle stung worse than the first. Worst of all, he couldn’t move though he desperately wanted to. But he wouldn’t give up. His Cal knew the truth. She would come to save him. He had only to wait… to hang on a little longer as the minutes counted down to when he’d see her again.
His thoughts of her kept him breathing as the drugs took full affect, feeling now as though he were drowning in air. He wouldn’t let it consume him. He refused for it to end like this. Instead, he focused his thoughts on the hours he and Callie spent in the ocean - underwater as the sea washed over them, kissing each other as they floated on the waves, making love as the water lapped at their bodies. This is what he remembered now. And it made the pain in his arms and chest and lungs seem far away… almost unrecognizable.
His Cal. She knew. She was still his. That was everything he needed, even as Lancer questioned him again. Resolve was in his eyes as he looked forward into the cold, unfeeling stare of his captor. This man would be dead before sunset… and Callie would be the one responsible. He almost smiled then, answering another question with a smart ass remark. He’d come too far… he’d give away nothing.
A third needle was in Lancer’s hand… this would be the one to kill him - to take him from his Cal forever… but not before he heard the sirens. Behind him there was commotion. There was panic. There was… his Cal. He couldn’t move to see but he knew she was there. He wanted to warn her… to protect her. His breath caught as gunfire sounded. Shouts… heat… And then every thing went black.
Reckless:
He slowly opened his eyes, carefully at first almost sure that the act would cause him pain. But when he accomplished the task with little effort, he blinked several times willing his eyes to focus. Beeps from monitors, white noise, white walls, stale air… he was in the hospital. He let his lungs fill with air and marveled over the freedom he felt in his lungs despite a continued tightness in his chest, but the air gave him strength enough to move and with what energy he had, he raised his head from the hospital bed to look around.
Her hand was still in his, cool against his warmth… and then memory crashed down around him with the force unlike anything he’d ever known.
Her eyes were closed, her skin was pale. She was still unconscious as he kept vigil next to her bed. The monitors beeping were his only indicator of her life, mingling with the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she took involuntarily breaths.
She’d come to save him… and had almost died in the process. The third needle meant for him found its way into her veins. How? He did not know. The bullet catching his shoulder taken with the drugs that were already in his system caused him to black out from the magnitude of the pain. His shoulder was healing… the drugs were out of his system. And she still lay there unconscious before him.
Tears were stinging his eyes as he once more tightened his hand around hers, bringing it carefully to his lips as he kissed the cool skin - somehow willing his warmth into her even as a heated tear fell against her wrist. Another fell before another… until he was forced to place her hand back against the bed, and use his only free hand to wipe away the impending flood that threatened to consume him.
His Cal. She was still his… as long as she kept fighting. He wanted to will her to open her eyes, to let him see that reassurance she’d given him before - to feel her hand against his cheek and know that every thing would be okay. He needed that now more than ever. He needed her… now, more than ever.
<< Broken