| sli ( @ 2007-07-18 18:51:00 |
| Entry tags: | author: slidellra, fandom: due south |
Purgatory, by slidellra
Title: Purgatory
Fandom: due South. Fraser/Victoria.
Rating: G
Word count: 299
Prompt: And the girl I loved once
Came to me last night
In a dream with a secret to tell
She whispered close
Can’t you hear the ocean?
As she leaned her ear
Against a shotgun shell
- Ghost Repeater, Jeffrey Foucault
When he let himself think of her, he wondered how he would react to her now, given the opportunity.
He wasn't like her; love and hate didn't cover it. Nothing could.
He wanted to hurt her. To do it on purpose for once. She would have gloated, had she known.
He feared himself, feared her voice and her too-human eyes and the longing he'd never be free of. Longing for her body, her company and conversation, and, worse, longing to heal her, to fix her broken places or die trying.
He hoped he'd have the control to arrest her. Still, he never tracked her.
But when she did return, he neither arrested her nor assaulted her nor gave himself over to her. He ignored her.
He was far more successful in this than he'd ever been with his father, so when she railed at him, screamed and howled and shrieked at him, he stayed, for once, entirely focused on reality. When she talked softly to him, recited that damned poem to him, tried, futilely, to touch him, he played innocent. Tilted his head at Ray, paid attention to his words and his alone, pursued miscreants, was normal, was sane. When she mocked him, pointed out the inherent absurdity of his life and ideals, he never flinched, never once allowed himself to deny her words.
She insisted she saw through him. Saw the quickening of his breath when she spoke of passion, saw the way he moved in front of his partner when she threatened, saw that he saw her and heard her and knew her as he always had.
He never confirmed it.
She would never be incarcerated, but they could both be punished. He did, after all, have the discipline for that.
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