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Title:
A Pen (1/1)
Author:
Lisa Yaeger
E-mail:
lisayaeger@hotmail.com
Rating:
G
Category:
Angst, Romance
Pairings:
Sam/Jack
Content
Warnings: None
Summary:
About a pem
Season/sequel:
Set just after Metamorphosis
Spoilers:
Metamorphosis
Archive:
SJD, yes & whoever wants to- I'd be flattered!
Disclaimer:
All publicly recognizable characters and places are the
property
of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This
piece
of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary
purposes
and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended.
Previously
unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are
copyrighted
to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or
dead,
is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Status:
Complete
Author's
notes: In another very weird twist, and without having manipulated anything,
the number of words in this fic was exactly the square of the # of lines of my
last piece (16x16=256!). Sixteen has
always been my favorite number and is today's date!
Feedback:
Greatly appreciated.
Date:
16-2-2003
*****
A
pen. Blue ink, probably. But maybe black. It doesn't really matter.
It may write, but it might not.
It sits idly on the nightstand in sharp contrast to the constant motion
it was in just moments before. If she
reached out to touch the cushion of the chair next to the bed, she knows it
would be warm. But she doesn't need to
feel it to be sure. She listens to the
sound of her own breathing - the only sound audible in the sterile room. She knows he left as her deep, steady rhythm
became shallow and irregular. She also
knows that he never really looked at her for very long. The cameras are in the room, after all. Instead, he sat fiddling with the pen. The only indication that he was ever
there. He didn't take it with him
because he wanted her to know. She
leaves it there knowing that as long as she stays in the infirmary, he'll come
back. As long as she leaves the pen
there. It's a sign between two people
who aren't allowed to talk. At least
not about things like that. She smiles,
a little sadly, but a smile nonetheless.
It's strange, really, how one pen that may - or may not - write, in blue
- or maybe black - ink, can signal a love that transcends time and place and
rules and regulations. A pen that tells
a story without having ever been put to paper.
The greatest love story that was never written.
*****
Write
me at lisayaeger@hotmail.com
