TITLE: "Countdown"
AUTHOR: Jen
EMAIL: JenR13@aol.com
RATING: PG.
SPOILERS: None.
CLASSIFICATION: VRA
KEYWORDS: MSR/married, Alternate Universe,
Character death
ARCHIVE: As long as you keep my name on you are
welcome to it.
SUMMARY: A new year unlike any other.
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I borrowed them. ::gives a
guilty look:: Yes I enjoyed it.
::gives another guilty look:: But, as Sesame Street taught me, I
did return
them. They are in the mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well, before this day I have
never written anything really
sad. And I was in a good mood. :-) Guess it's one of those when
you're in a good
mood, you write a sad story, when you are in a bad mood you write
a happy
story. Oh well. <g>. This story is kinda weird, but I got
this idea and
couldn't get it out of my head, so be gentle. :-) Oh and my
friend said to add
a warning to this story, she cried. Ok, enough notes. :-)
"Countdown"
By Jen
December 31, 2006
Countdown to the new year. New year here we come. Or rather here
we go,
bypassing the people, zigging in and out of the busy light filled
streets.
11:43 and counting. Seventeen minutes to a new beginning.
"Mommy?" I stare at the little voice I hear behind me.
A pair of hazel eyes
look longingly up at me. "Mommy, you are going too
fast."
I stop and look at those innocent eyes. Eyes that are still a
painful
reminder of what's past. 11:45. Fifteen minutes to go. Fifteen
minutes to a
new beginning.
I grip her hand tighter and pull her into the crowds. Her eyes
are lit up,
staring at all the people, the lights, the fun. She smiles, a
lopsided grin
and I cringe. It's too soon. We have to get out of here.
I tug her hand tighter and she yelps. I stop and let go of her
hand,
surprised I grabbed it so fast. But the people
.. I stare
out as she rubs
her hand. I can feel her eyes following mine. I look back at her
as she runs
a "check of the crowd." Her eyes are narrow and careful
as she turns her head
swiftly.
"Mommy, look!" I tear my eyes away from her to look at
what she's discovered.
She laughing at a couple now deeply involved kissing.
I push her along giving her the usual, "It's not polite to
stare" line and
continue to drag her along. I try to push the picture of the
couple out my
mind. They were so happy, without a care in the world
..
11:50 p.m. Ten
minutes to go. I have to get out of here.
I break into a jog, and she struggles to keep up. "Mommy,
stop going so
fast!" she cries but I can't stop. The people, all smiling
and counting down
the minutes
.
I stop dead in my tracks to avoid running into a pack of young
people. I stop
completely as I see what one of them is carrying. A gun.
I stop so suddenly and long that I can feel the tap of little
hands on my
waist. "Mommy," I hear her, but it sounds far away. All
I see is the gun.
All I remember is that night.
December 31, 2000
<< "Five minutes to go," he said, smiling, the
same lopsided grin he always
gave me. I smiled back and walked to his side.
"Are you sure we're not crazy to be celebrating the new year
outside in the
freezing cold?" I shivered a bit and he put his hands on my
shoulders.
"I always told you that when you married me we would do some
crazy things," he
answered and hands me a glass of sparkling cider.
"Next year we have champagne," I promise. He smiles and
his hand strays down
to my bulging stomach.
"I wouldn't ever miss champagne if every year could be like
this." He stares
up at the sky.
It happened so fast. We lived in a safe part I thought. But I was
wrong.
Next thing we both knew, shots had wrung out around us. Young
people were
running across the street, one was at the end of the group firing
away at the
police car that trailed it.
"Duck," he said, and carefully pushed me toward our
door. But it was too
late. A stray bullet soon struck him down. The smell of blood
filled the air
and the gunplay ceased as the police caught up with the group,
all boys who
did not even look older than 20. But it was too late. I bent
down, working
in vain, knowing in the back of my mind it was too late. The
police called an
ambulance, but it was too late
..too late
>>
December 31, 2006
"Too late," I whisper, and feel the tugging on my shirt
again. The group of
people has long passed now, as have the minutes. 11:56. Four
minutes left.
The group may have long passed, but the feeling hasn't. We faced
everything
and yet something so simple, so mundane in comparison to
everything else, came
and took it all. So much has changed. No more guns. Handed in my
resignation. Tried to get on with my life. Tried.
"Three minutes left!" I hear someone shout. I have to
get out of here. I look
down and find her staring at me.
"Mommy are you all right? You're crying." I raise my
hand to my cheek and
find it wet. So I am crying.
"Mommy?" Her eyes look at me concerned, and the tears
seem to keep falling.
All the years I held it in, and now
..
I lift my tearstained face to the crowd. They're smiling and
happy. Ready
with there streamers, confetti, and pots and pans ready to be
banged. And I'm
crying in the mist of it all.
Another tug on my shirt and I look back down. Those same
concerned hazel eyes
look at me. I smile, and wipe my eyes.
"I'm fine. We're fine, Samantha." She smiles, but looks
confused.
"Then why are you crying?"
"One minute!" someone shouts and I bend down and pick
up Samantha.
"Because sometimes you need to cry," I answer and she
looks at me, seeming to
understand. She nodded. The countdown starts.
"10
9
8"
Suddenly the urge to get out of here disappears. It's okay to
cry. Ill be
fine. I grip Samantha tighter and join her and the rest of the
crowd in the
countdown.
"7
6
5"
We'll be fine.
"4
3"
Memories are okay to have.
"2
1
"
I love you, Mulder.
"Happy New Year!!"
The End.
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