fic.
Title: Forever and a Day
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Valera
Author's Notes: For ships50
It had happened in the blink of an eye. A sudden rush to the head, a slip of the foot, an outright cry. His head bounced off the concrete heavily, his gun slipped away. His arm felt a mile away.
He tried to pull himself away. Tried to somehow move out of the line of loud shots and bangs. His arm felt a mile away.
He blinked his eyes, once, twice, three times for good measure. His vision was starting to get blurry, images contorted, blues seemed like reds. He stared up into the sky and thought; maybe I shouldn’t have come in today.
He could hear someone calling his name, maybe it was Calleigh, he couldn’t be sure. He could feel the warm liquid coming from the hole in his collarbone, dripping down into the similar hole in his arm. When had the sky turned gray?
He was starting to get cold. Am I dead? Rain pelted down on his forehead, washing away the crimson, he did not feel the hard rain. He suddenly felt somewhat light, felt like he was being lifted. Am I dead? Alexx climbed into the ambulance with him. She put pressure on his arm as a paramedic did the same with his collarbone. Where am I going?
He was being rushed forward; too fast for his brain to catch up. When had the sky turned white? People were shouting things, rushing around him, too fast for his brain to catch up. Who are all these people?
He was comfortable now. His arm was numb. He could no longer feel pain. His brain caught up with him, he moved his fingers. What happened? He moved his fingers again, feeling someone else within his. He tried to open his eyes, to see the soft and gentle fingers holding his own. His eyelids felt as heavy as the rain. Let me see you.
When he finally was able to open his eyes, all he could see was brown wires. What? The brown wires moved, made a sound. He almost jolted, but the pain in his collarbone prevented him to do so. He realized, finally, the wires were hair. He recognized her hair. You’re here. Thank you.
While he slept he heard voices. Sometimes it was Eric, sometimes it was Horatio. Most of the time it was Alexx and Calleigh. Alexx seemed worried. Why, Alexx? What’s wrong? Calleigh seemed somewhat worried, somewhat amused. The wiry hair from before hadn’t left. Hadn’t removed her fingers from his. How long have you been here?
When she finally did move, he was fast asleep, catching up on the rest that never seemed to come, but was always there. She walked over, her head aching from the rest that never seemed to come, but was always there, to Alexx. My hand feels empty.
“Maxine, why don’t you go get some sleep honey? He’ll still be here when you get back.”
She turned back to look at him, his eyes closed peacefully, his hand seeming empty without hers. She shook her head and walked back over to him, sitting down in to too uncomfortable chair next to his bed. She took his and hand. Where did you go? Barely even noticed when his fingers curled around hers. I’m glad you came back.
She sat for hours, slept for minutes, talked for seconds, and curled her fingers around his for forever. Talk to me again. Alexx watched on, worried for her friend. You need sleep too.
Maxine sat, waited until the large cut on his forehead healed. She waited until he could stay awake for more than an hour. Let’s play poker. You aren’t well enough for poker. She waited until he was released, and still did not leave him until he returned for work. You know you don’t have to stay. I know, but I want to. She sat at her desk, watching him as Calleigh and Eric welcomed him back.
She sat with him, even when he wasn’t there. She would stay with him. She would wait.
She’d wait for forever and a day for him. She never knew he’d do the same for her. I’d wait for you, forever and a day even. You don’t even know.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Valera
Author's Notes: For ships50
It had happened in the blink of an eye. A sudden rush to the head, a slip of the foot, an outright cry. His head bounced off the concrete heavily, his gun slipped away. His arm felt a mile away.
He tried to pull himself away. Tried to somehow move out of the line of loud shots and bangs. His arm felt a mile away.
He blinked his eyes, once, twice, three times for good measure. His vision was starting to get blurry, images contorted, blues seemed like reds. He stared up into the sky and thought; maybe I shouldn’t have come in today.
He could hear someone calling his name, maybe it was Calleigh, he couldn’t be sure. He could feel the warm liquid coming from the hole in his collarbone, dripping down into the similar hole in his arm. When had the sky turned gray?
He was starting to get cold. Am I dead? Rain pelted down on his forehead, washing away the crimson, he did not feel the hard rain. He suddenly felt somewhat light, felt like he was being lifted. Am I dead? Alexx climbed into the ambulance with him. She put pressure on his arm as a paramedic did the same with his collarbone. Where am I going?
He was being rushed forward; too fast for his brain to catch up. When had the sky turned white? People were shouting things, rushing around him, too fast for his brain to catch up. Who are all these people?
He was comfortable now. His arm was numb. He could no longer feel pain. His brain caught up with him, he moved his fingers. What happened? He moved his fingers again, feeling someone else within his. He tried to open his eyes, to see the soft and gentle fingers holding his own. His eyelids felt as heavy as the rain. Let me see you.
When he finally was able to open his eyes, all he could see was brown wires. What? The brown wires moved, made a sound. He almost jolted, but the pain in his collarbone prevented him to do so. He realized, finally, the wires were hair. He recognized her hair. You’re here. Thank you.
While he slept he heard voices. Sometimes it was Eric, sometimes it was Horatio. Most of the time it was Alexx and Calleigh. Alexx seemed worried. Why, Alexx? What’s wrong? Calleigh seemed somewhat worried, somewhat amused. The wiry hair from before hadn’t left. Hadn’t removed her fingers from his. How long have you been here?
When she finally did move, he was fast asleep, catching up on the rest that never seemed to come, but was always there. She walked over, her head aching from the rest that never seemed to come, but was always there, to Alexx. My hand feels empty.
“Maxine, why don’t you go get some sleep honey? He’ll still be here when you get back.”
She turned back to look at him, his eyes closed peacefully, his hand seeming empty without hers. She shook her head and walked back over to him, sitting down in to too uncomfortable chair next to his bed. She took his and hand. Where did you go? Barely even noticed when his fingers curled around hers. I’m glad you came back.
She sat for hours, slept for minutes, talked for seconds, and curled her fingers around his for forever. Talk to me again. Alexx watched on, worried for her friend. You need sleep too.
Maxine sat, waited until the large cut on his forehead healed. She waited until he could stay awake for more than an hour. Let’s play poker. You aren’t well enough for poker. She waited until he was released, and still did not leave him until he returned for work. You know you don’t have to stay. I know, but I want to. She sat at her desk, watching him as Calleigh and Eric welcomed him back.
She sat with him, even when he wasn’t there. She would stay with him. She would wait.
She’d wait for forever and a day for him. She never knew he’d do the same for her. I’d wait for you, forever and a day even. You don’t even know.