Fic: With My Life (Mac/Stella)
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xfirefly9xTitle: With My Life
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #001 Trust
Word Count: 192
Rating: PG
Summary: “Do you trust me?” he asks, holding out his hand to the frightened shadow of a woman that he used to know as Stella.
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10iloveyou. March 26. Dialogue snurched from “Dollhouse”. (Not mine!)
“Do you trust me?” he asks. He holds out his hand to the frightened shadow of a woman that he used to know as Stella. His eyes are level and cool as he studies her and his lips streak a line across his face in stark contrast to the horror haunting his heart.
He doesn't recognise this woman. The Stella he knows is strong and capable and she can look after herself. She doesn't crawl up into a ball and disappear into the corner, holding her head in her hands. She doesn't flinch when he talks to her.
He hates that she is so afraid now that he cannot see the strength in her that he usually would have been able to see. He hates that someone would be cruel enough to torture another human being to the point that they were barely recognisable as the person they were before.
It kills him even more that he wasn't there to protect her. He arrived too late.
She lifts her head and their eyes lock. Though she trembles and shrinks even further into the wall, she attempts a small smile. “With my life.”
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters: Mac/Stella
Prompt: #001 Trust
Word Count: 192
Rating: PG
Summary: “Do you trust me?” he asks, holding out his hand to the frightened shadow of a woman that he used to know as Stella.
Notes: Written for
10iloveyou. March 26. Dialogue snurched from “Dollhouse”. (Not mine!)“Do you trust me?” he asks. He holds out his hand to the frightened shadow of a woman that he used to know as Stella. His eyes are level and cool as he studies her and his lips streak a line across his face in stark contrast to the horror haunting his heart.
He doesn't recognise this woman. The Stella he knows is strong and capable and she can look after herself. She doesn't crawl up into a ball and disappear into the corner, holding her head in her hands. She doesn't flinch when he talks to her.
He hates that she is so afraid now that he cannot see the strength in her that he usually would have been able to see. He hates that someone would be cruel enough to torture another human being to the point that they were barely recognisable as the person they were before.
It kills him even more that he wasn't there to protect her. He arrived too late.
She lifts her head and their eyes lock. Though she trembles and shrinks even further into the wall, she attempts a small smile. “With my life.”
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Date: 2009-05-04 01:08 am (UTC)Well done! :)
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Date: 2009-05-04 04:46 am (UTC)