Post by Chephren on Oct 29, 2008 10:50:47 GMT 10
Hey guys! Me again... I've just watch "The dance we do" ep and my mind started thinking that something should have happened ... So I wrote this, something like a drabble I guess and I have a few ideas about other situations so I'll probably get to it soon. Between other updates ( gotta lot of free time 
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Sorry to bother you with this, but if you have time, let me know what you think
It's really short, don't worry
SEASON 7 EP 08
THE DANCE WE DO
He stirred slowly and opened his eyes slowly, very slowly, because they were still full of sleep. The room was dark but he knew where he was. His hotel room. Still, there was something in the back of his mind, bugging him, denying him to go back to the sweet and so needed sleep. He closed his eyes again, trying to figure what the hell it could have been. He knew he wasn't due on the morning, so no need worrying about getting up on time, the last days had not been that bad at work, he saved a few lives and hasn't been questionned about a choice he made about a patient's treatment, Abby and him had dinner together last night for the first time in a few days and it was great... Well, honestly, the desert was wonderful... if you know what I mean...
Oh yeah Abby. She was here. Sleeping right next to him. He frowned. Well, at least, she was supposed to be. He opened his eyes again, his hand searching for her warmth, finding only an empty space. Was she gone? In the middle of the night? What time could it be? He turned around, looking for his watch on his nightstand. 2.47 AM. His head fell back on the pillow. Way too early. He sat up slowly, looking around the room, searching for evidence of either her presence or... not. He soon laid his eyes on her bra, lying on the floor, right where it had land when HE took it off a few hours ago. He smiled at the fresh memory and at the though that she was still here and not outside. He sigh happily and fell back on the mattress one more time. The smile that had spread across his tired face faded quickly. Yeah, right, she was still here. But where? Obviously not in the bed, and nowhere to be seen inside the room.
He got up, yawning, rubbing his face and scratching his hair. As he came closer to the bathroom door he heard the water running. Was she taking a shower?! At this hour of the night? Something was wrong. Very wrong. He stuck his ear against the door and heard it. He heard it. That sob she tried to muffle. His heart broke. They didn't date for long, but he cared about her, very very much. Probably more than he was supposed to. He carefully opened the door and took a glance inside. She had fell on the floor, her back against the tube, her head on her knees. He felt tears gathering in his own eyes. He couldn't bear to see her like that. She was in pain, and he could physically feel it. Yes... he cared about her, way too much, but there were nothing to do about it. And right now she needed him and he needed to help her, to be there for her, to hold her and tell her that it will be ok, no matter what the problem was, he would help her through anything.
He slowly made his way toward her lowering himself next to her and put his arms behind her shoulder, bringing her to him. She was too exhausted to fight against it, and leaned on him surprised this contact felt so right and comforting. It felt too right to hold back anymore and she craked into real sobs, every untold feelings just getting out... finally. He tighten his arm around her, supporting her. He didn't try to stopped her tears, as people usually do, he welcomed them, knowing exactly how heavy each one of them was. As she came closer to him, his arms fell a little lower on her back and he realised then how cold she was leaning against the tube for god knows how long. He shifted, bringing her between his own legs, to lean completly on him, his arms all around her, crushing her to his chest, warming her, holding her as if their lives dépended on it.
He didn't say anything. She knew he was here, just for her, all of her, words were not necessary.
A long while later, he couldn't say how long, her arms rised around his neck and got the hint. He slowly got up, taking her with him in his arms and headed to the bed. He lowered her on it, covering her limp body with the covers before crawling back in too, taking her once again in his arms. His chin rested on her head as her hands were in his back clutching on his grey T-shirt. She started to settle down and when she trusted her voice enough she started to say "than..." But he cut her.
- "Don't..."
She turned her head back to his chest, snuggling, drawning in his scent and warmth. She was thankful for so many things about him, but the fact that he respected her enough for comforting her without asking any question what was overwhelmed her the most.
Some say you may need a shoulder to cry on, but some should say you need a special shoulder to do so. And tonight, she felt that she found it... finally.
)Sorry to bother you with this, but if you have time, let me know what you think
It's really short, don't worry
SEASON 7 EP 08
THE DANCE WE DO
He stirred slowly and opened his eyes slowly, very slowly, because they were still full of sleep. The room was dark but he knew where he was. His hotel room. Still, there was something in the back of his mind, bugging him, denying him to go back to the sweet and so needed sleep. He closed his eyes again, trying to figure what the hell it could have been. He knew he wasn't due on the morning, so no need worrying about getting up on time, the last days had not been that bad at work, he saved a few lives and hasn't been questionned about a choice he made about a patient's treatment, Abby and him had dinner together last night for the first time in a few days and it was great... Well, honestly, the desert was wonderful... if you know what I mean...
Oh yeah Abby. She was here. Sleeping right next to him. He frowned. Well, at least, she was supposed to be. He opened his eyes again, his hand searching for her warmth, finding only an empty space. Was she gone? In the middle of the night? What time could it be? He turned around, looking for his watch on his nightstand. 2.47 AM. His head fell back on the pillow. Way too early. He sat up slowly, looking around the room, searching for evidence of either her presence or... not. He soon laid his eyes on her bra, lying on the floor, right where it had land when HE took it off a few hours ago. He smiled at the fresh memory and at the though that she was still here and not outside. He sigh happily and fell back on the mattress one more time. The smile that had spread across his tired face faded quickly. Yeah, right, she was still here. But where? Obviously not in the bed, and nowhere to be seen inside the room.
He got up, yawning, rubbing his face and scratching his hair. As he came closer to the bathroom door he heard the water running. Was she taking a shower?! At this hour of the night? Something was wrong. Very wrong. He stuck his ear against the door and heard it. He heard it. That sob she tried to muffle. His heart broke. They didn't date for long, but he cared about her, very very much. Probably more than he was supposed to. He carefully opened the door and took a glance inside. She had fell on the floor, her back against the tube, her head on her knees. He felt tears gathering in his own eyes. He couldn't bear to see her like that. She was in pain, and he could physically feel it. Yes... he cared about her, way too much, but there were nothing to do about it. And right now she needed him and he needed to help her, to be there for her, to hold her and tell her that it will be ok, no matter what the problem was, he would help her through anything.
He slowly made his way toward her lowering himself next to her and put his arms behind her shoulder, bringing her to him. She was too exhausted to fight against it, and leaned on him surprised this contact felt so right and comforting. It felt too right to hold back anymore and she craked into real sobs, every untold feelings just getting out... finally. He tighten his arm around her, supporting her. He didn't try to stopped her tears, as people usually do, he welcomed them, knowing exactly how heavy each one of them was. As she came closer to him, his arms fell a little lower on her back and he realised then how cold she was leaning against the tube for god knows how long. He shifted, bringing her between his own legs, to lean completly on him, his arms all around her, crushing her to his chest, warming her, holding her as if their lives dépended on it.
He didn't say anything. She knew he was here, just for her, all of her, words were not necessary.
A long while later, he couldn't say how long, her arms rised around his neck and got the hint. He slowly got up, taking her with him in his arms and headed to the bed. He lowered her on it, covering her limp body with the covers before crawling back in too, taking her once again in his arms. His chin rested on her head as her hands were in his back clutching on his grey T-shirt. She started to settle down and when she trusted her voice enough she started to say "than..." But he cut her.
- "Don't..."
She turned her head back to his chest, snuggling, drawning in his scent and warmth. She was thankful for so many things about him, but the fact that he respected her enough for comforting her without asking any question what was overwhelmed her the most.
Some say you may need a shoulder to cry on, but some should say you need a special shoulder to do so. And tonight, she felt that she found it... finally.
