You're gonna be fine...
Moje první povídka v angličtině. Anglicky umím fakt dobře, ale nikdy jsem v ní nepsala a proto tam určitě nějaké chyby budou (nemám betu) - proto buďte shovívaví.
Kdo neviděl seriál Fringe nebo v češtině Hranice nemožného, asi nebude vědět o co kráčí. Mně tenhle pairing učaroval - naprosto. Ať už v klasické realitě nebo v té alternativní (kde žeru i Olivii s Lincolnem).
You're gonna be fine
Kdo neviděl seriál Fringe nebo v češtině Hranice nemožného, asi nebude vědět o co kráčí. Mně tenhle pairing učaroval - naprosto. Ať už v klasické realitě nebo v té alternativní (kde žeru i Olivii s Lincolnem).
You're gonna be fine
"You're gonna be
fine."
Those simple words were written on piece of paper. She had
heard them before. Now she's been reading them. Simple words from him. From her partner, big brother, best
friend and a man she loved. She thought to herself "I'm never gonna be fine. Not without this. Without us."
Whatever they ever had with his death it was over.
Whatever they ever had with his death it was over.
×××
When she kissed him
for the first time... She was a little bit drunk. That day started as a shit
and as a shit it continued and also ended. They were in a pub, their pub, and she was so lost in her thoughts that
she didn't count drinks. That golden liquor which, with slightly burning
feeling, run down her neck and Charlie just sat beside her and looked at her
with that unreadable expression.
They were partners for
nearly five years. And because of her stupidity he got shot today - a bullet
scratched his ribs on the left side - very close to his heart. He had there
twelve stitches and it hurt like a hell. She could tell, because he was pale
and on his forehead there were drops of sweat when he tried to walk normally.
Now, when they both
sat at bar, his face was calm - no pain.
"Charlie, I am
sorry. It was my fault."
He moved closer to
her. "Liv, it's not your fault. You can't see behind the corner. I am
alive - it hurts like hell and I will be bitching about it for some time, but
I'll live." He smiled.
"But you could be
dead." It was just a fact. She drank up her drink and looked at him - eyes
filled with tears.
"I am not.
See?" He grasped her hands and put them to his face. He was freshly shaved
and still stunk from hospital of disinfectant. And she wasn't used to this
behavior of his. Not that he usually hasn't been nice but... Just professional
care, right? Nothing like this. And that little gesture of grasping her hands
to prove her brain he is very much alive and right beside her, broke something
in her body, her heart and mind.
So she kissed him
while he was still holding her hands. The response was immediate - soft lips
opened and... Shit! What the fuck am I doing?!
Olivia just quickly
grabbed her things and stormed out of pub.
The day after he tried
to ask her What was that?, but she just shrugged her shoulders with Sorry,
I was drunk and don't remember a thing.
"Oookey."
His tune didn't sound like he truly believed her - but Charlie never asked
again so Olivia didn't care.
Francis didn't need to
know she sat whole night in bed, wondering why would she do such stupid thing -
like kiss him. When the sun started rising, Olivia was still wide awake,
mumbling something about wrong decisions and total eclipse of her brain.
×××
Today was the D day... Oh, wrong - the F day. F like a
funeral, Charlie's funeral. It looked like even heaven knew about it. It was
cloudy and at the moment Olivia left her apartment, it started to rain. She
didn't have time to go back and take her umbrella, so when Dunham get to
cemetary, from her wet hair were falling drops and her coat was completely
soaked.
Must be really nice
look at me. On top of that with those big bags under my eyes...
There were some people - among them their boss, Peter with
his father, Astrid, Nina Sharp, some co-workers who knew Charlie pretty well.
And then there was Sonia. The wife. The widow. They had a perfect marriage.
Charlie was always honest with her, but Olivia believed, that he was not SO
honest to told his own wife about her weak moments.
×××
"What's up,
Liv?" Voice behind her back startled her. Deep, husky voice. Olivia knew
it very well.
"I'm fine,
Charlie," was the simplest reply. But Dunham knew him pretty well - Francis
won't let it go.
"Liv, I can see
something's bothering you. And if it's about the wound-"
"It's not about
the wound."
The room fell into
silence. Uncomfortable silence. Charlie took a few steps to her only to saw her
back straighten. He stopped few centimeters from her. "Liv, what I've been
telling you our whole partnership when things went to real shit?"
She bent her head.
"You're gonna be fine." What he didn't know was, that this whole
sentence was something like a wishful
thinking to her.
"It always came
true, didn't it?"
"I lied to
you."
"I know."
Olivia turned to him
with eyes wide open. Yes, they were partners for long time but Charlie told her
many times: "Dunham, one day I will find out what's going on in your
head and then... Then will mankind celebrate. You're quite bizzare, know
that?" And her answer was always the
same: "Francis, you're not that good detective." Maybe wrong way of thinking - maybe he was
good enough. And now Olivia didn't know what to expect. He was silent, she
heard him breathing and that was all. Not a single word.
His face was calm, his
whole body was calm! There were no signs of anger or tension. And Olivia
couldn't force herself to look into his eyes - this was always hard for her and
really uncomfortable. "Listen, I'm sorry. It was easier to pretend it
never happened. I was drunk, scared of the moment when I nearly lost you and
these latest days I still have it before my eyes."
And Charles fucking
Francis just stood in front of her with that fucking smile of his.
"Can you say
somethin at least?" Patience never was one of her pluses. The shake of his
head was the only answer she got. "Fine." She just got past him and
intended to go on, but Charlie grasped her elbow and stopped her.
Air in the room felt
somehow different, heart in her chest started beating so fast it scared her.
And Francis hadn't that stupid smile on face - he was looking at her lips
instead. Before Olivia could do anything, he kissed her. It wasn't sloppy nor
with taste of alcohol. Slowly they moved to one of many desks in the room and
Olivia found herself leaning againts it with Charlie's hands on her hips. The
kiss reminded her of first summer rain, like he was savouring her.
"I lo-"
Beep!
Shit... So lost in the
moment, she almost did another stupid thing.
Francis looked at his
phone and took few steps aside. Before he left the room, with phone near his
ear, he just said: "I've found out. We'll celebrate."
×××
Even now she still didn't know if this was the last kiss
from the true agent Francis or not. Olivia hadn't the nerve to try found it
out. When the real Charlie died? What of this was real? Did he know about her
feelings? Why didn't she recognize it wasn't Charlie anymore?
Raindrops were still falling, a small piece of paper in her
hand was crumpled and probably perfectly wet but it didn't matter. At work they
sent time to time notes to each other. Right now it sounded like a good idea to
say goodbye that way. To the real Charlie, her Charlie, her partner.
You're gonna be fine.
- That was his handwriting. And below that...
Hope you are enjoying
that party for finding out... Love you, Liv
Maybe she won't have nightmares anymore.
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