Title:
Silent Thanks
Author:
Sentarla
Rating:
G
Spoilers:
S2 P2
Warnings:
Only short, much left open for interpretations. Occurs the day of the big dip
as one author named it. <g>
Authors
note: Okay, this is a little strange. Sort of a POV, but then it is not. Please
send any comments. Yes I know it is open for interpretations, and if you are
dying for explanation, then email me.
Silent Thanks
By
Standing in front of the wooden door he wondered why he was here, why was he standing on the doorstep, his insides screaming to break the door down, to get inside. What had happened to his tough guy image? Where had his strength gone?
As a deep sigh left his lips, the
troubled man turned around and rested his back on the door, slowly sliding down
its solid length till he was sitting on the ground. Pulling long legs up, the
man wrapped his arms around his knees and lowered his head.
Whenever he closed his eyes, flashes
of memory threatened to drown him. Drown, what a horrible word. No one, least
of all an enthusiastic, vibrant young man should meet death that way. Feeling a
small tear escape, the man thanked God for not allowing such a fate to pass.
Silently the man prayed, thinking over one of the worst and happiest days of
his life. With his back leaning against the door, he felt a sense of peace and
warm vibes soak through the wood and into his chilled body.
The shrill ring of his cell phone
pulled the quiet man from his thoughts. Wiping his moist eyes with his coat
sleeve, he answered the call; it was time to return to the real world.
~Fin~