Drabble: Echoes of Life
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avamcleanTitle: Echoes of Life
Word Count: 200
Challenge: #109 – under the stars @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tthdrabbles
Fandom: BtVS, Supernatural
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Note: This drabble takes place in my ‘Miles to Go’ series. Pike-centric.
Echoes of Life
A hand rose, cupping around a clenched jaw and he breathed into it a few times before dragging it back and forth across several days’ worth of stubble as he glared up a star filled sky. He glared past it, into the heavens and wondered where the fuck God was in all of this.
“I’m sorry,” the quiet utterance had Pike stiffening and turning his glare on the intruder of his misery as she explained, “I don’t usually tell the truth. I usually just tell folks what they wanna hear.”
“How? How is she in hell?” His voice caught and he swallowed thickly before snapping, “She—”
“Was one of the good ones,” she interrupted and brown eyes caught his gaze, held it, “I know, Oliver. I know you loved her,” his mouth opened and she spoke over him, spoke his thoughts without accusation, “And you never told her. Never the right time.”
He turned his gaze back on the sky, the stars and knew some of them were already dead and all that was above him was echoes of life and all he loved was beneath him.
He’d gone to Missouri and learned the truth.
He wished he hadn’t.
Word Count: 200
Challenge: #109 – under the stars @
tthdrabbles Fandom: BtVS, Supernatural
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Note: This drabble takes place in my ‘Miles to Go’ series. Pike-centric.
A hand rose, cupping around a clenched jaw and he breathed into it a few times before dragging it back and forth across several days’ worth of stubble as he glared up a star filled sky. He glared past it, into the heavens and wondered where the fuck God was in all of this.
“I’m sorry,” the quiet utterance had Pike stiffening and turning his glare on the intruder of his misery as she explained, “I don’t usually tell the truth. I usually just tell folks what they wanna hear.”
“How? How is she in hell?” His voice caught and he swallowed thickly before snapping, “She—”
“Was one of the good ones,” she interrupted and brown eyes caught his gaze, held it, “I know, Oliver. I know you loved her,” his mouth opened and she spoke over him, spoke his thoughts without accusation, “And you never told her. Never the right time.”
He turned his gaze back on the sky, the stars and knew some of them were already dead and all that was above him was echoes of life and all he loved was beneath him.
He’d gone to Missouri and learned the truth.
He wished he hadn’t.
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Date: 2011-06-28 11:17 pm (UTC)