Monday, 1 June 2009

agentcampbell: (Drink)
13.1. “Please, understand, sometimes I can't choose what I work on. I can't follow through on a line of thinking just because I want to, or, or because it's needed. I have to work on what's in my head. And right now, this is what's in my head.”
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Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] agentsullivan [Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]

Ali quietly approached James' hospital room and paused in the doorway. He appeared to be asleep, head turned slightly away and arm draped across his blanketed stomach. Even if she looked like some sort of rabid, crazed stalking perve, she watched him sleeping, her fingertips worrying her lower lip. He really was there and he was alive. She had to draw a breath and let out another sigh of relief. It was taking some time for everyone to process, and there was a large array of mixed emotions, but relief was like a secure embrace... that maybe - just maybe - things might be okay now. Ali had to keep reassuring herself he really was okay. Sitting in that crowded church at the memorial service was still so fresh in her mind. The wounds were deep and she just needed a bit more time to start to heal.

In the pram before her, Jamie cooed and broke into a small wave of wet, baby sneezes... )

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