Title: Unarmed Author: Spica (spica111@fastmail.fm) Disclaimer: CC, 1013 and Fox own them. Archive: Sure, just keep my headers attached. Keywords: 155 words, A, K/Ma Rating: G Summary: See title. This story's too short for a summary. *g* Spoilers: Terma Feedback: Is treasured and answered. Thanks: To the GEMs for the test run, with particular thanks to
Kristen for telling me which word to cut, and to Kelly for the "Undertow"
line that inspired the title.
... so pale in the pale bed, his hair a nightshade against the pillow,
his hand half-curved over his ribs. He's staring out the window, where snow-laden
birches in the hospital park reach in threat or entreaty after the rising
moon.
"Alex."
She sits down at his right. Although it would bring her into his
field of vision, she's unprepared to intrude on the heartstopping vacancy
at his other side.
"I'm sorry it took me some days," she says. "They wouldn't tell
me which hospital, even which city--"
Alex shrugs. "I told them to tell you not to bother."
Slowly, he turns to face her.
It was always their way: words smoothed to shields to minimize the
risk of betrayal. But his face is the traitor to him now.
She drops her guard. Naked as his eyes, she takes his hand, pressing
it hard to her lips.
"That's okay," she whispers. "I knew what you meant."