She knew half an hour of happiness, giving because it felt good and taking because that felt good too, didn’t erase the last day, the last year, the last . . . whatever. The baggage (slice in her wrist, Vladimir, the cold fact that when she told him to pull the trigger, she’d meant it) would be waiting when she reluctantly climbed out of this bed, left the comforting shell of this warm sunlit room.
She didn’t care.
You can mark me down as 'Awed woman'.
Loved this! If only they had let it happen in canon. Blerg.
Oh, for Pete's sake. The LJ PTB took all of my Jack/Renee icons. I'll have to fix that, but later.
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Date: 2011-01-16 06:00 pm (UTC)She didn’t care.
You can mark me down as 'Awed woman'.
Loved this! If only they had let it happen in canon. Blerg.
Oh, for Pete's sake. The LJ PTB took all of my Jack/Renee icons. I'll have to fix that, but later.