Her Fault
A drabble or two
(For Annie)
By Gumnut
2 Nov 2003

He was here again.

Lying prone on the bed, his blood flowing softly beneath her fingertips, a gaping wound snarling at her, daring to let him die.

She worked quickly, her body responding to her mind, her actions saving his life.

Just like any other time before.

But this time was different.

This time it had been for her life he had offered his.

And it was her fault.

She didn’t remember much. Brief flashes, a moment of indecision, Jack yelling her name.

He had flung her to the ground, bodily protecting, his eyes catching hers just before their light flickered out, his blood wetting her clothes.

And she had lain there, unable to move under his dead weight, weakly calling for help as weapon’s fire rained about her. All she could see was a mop of silvery hair lying on her chest, fluttering with each breath she took.

They had come, they had lifted, and suddenly his life was once again in her hands.

A chance to redeem for her mistake.

A chance to repair the damage she had done.

Because it was all her fault.

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FIN.