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January 11th, 2007


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03:35 pm - Ficlet offer/request: deathfics
Okay.

I have a feeling that NO ONE is going to take me up on this, but I am bored out of my skull right now, so I might as well ask. :-)

Give me a character, and a cause-of-death (anything from dagger to poison to illnes to old age to another character), and I will write you a little ficlet. Yes, I am in a slightly odd mood.

No promises made as to the seriousness (or hilarity) of said death. I like to switch things up.

Allowable fandoms include anything on my interests (except LotR). I'll make a stab at others, if you know I've seen some episodes (for instance, Law&Order:CI, or Supernatural).
Current Location: work, where else?
Current Mood: boredbored

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From:izhilzha
Date:January 16th, 2007 08:11 am (UTC)

Because I Could Not Stop for Death, cont.

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Kneeling in a holding cell, reaching out a hand to the teenage boy who lay on the floor bleeding out from his wrists. Standing behind a distraught kidnapper as he opened his shirt to reveal a belt of explosives. Stepping between himself and a madman with a raised wrench, as a revolver fired three times.

Sitting cross-legged in the corner of a blood-stained bedroom; reflected in a glass shower door; leaning against the banister of a staircase; a hundred different moments, at a hundred different murder scenes.

In his childhood home, the day he found his father on the couch. As he’d come into the living room, he’d seen her there, and she’d smiled at him over her shoulder.


“I remember you,” he assured her, and had to stop, to breathe, before continuing. “I didn’t realize I had so thoroughly personified death.”

She laughed. “Well, don’t worry too much. It’s not entirely your fault.”

Grissom wasn’t in the mood for more mysteries, and let the cryptic comment pass. “Why are you here?”

For the first time, Death-- He couldn’t call her that. She wouldn’t meet his gaze. “You’ve been walking in my footsteps for a long time. Let’s just say . . . I thought you might like a proper conversation, before.” She put one elbow on the rail and rested her chin in that hand. “I’ve always had a soft spot for people who make it their life’s work to witness the manner of someone’s death. Usually there’s just me.”

She glanced at the clock across the room, then smiled down at him and rested a warm hand on his shoulder. “Are you ready to go?”

Grissom couldn’t help turning his head, to see if Sara had come back in. He thought he would have heard her, but with the beeping monitors and the rush of his own heartbeat loud in his ears, he couldn’t be sure.

The chair, and the room, were still empty.

He closed his eyes and sighed, then turned back to the woman, who had straightened up and was waiting. “No, I’m not ready. But isn’t that how it usually happens?”

“Come on, then.” In one movement, she lowered the bed’s railing, then held out a hand to him.

Grissom took her hand, and let her pull him to his feet.

~~~~~

Sara Sidle was three steps from Grissom’s hospital room she heard a noise like the rustling of great wings. She picked up her pace and was actually in the doorway when the alarms went off.

She had about thirty seconds at his bedside before the medical personnel swarmed in. She took his hand, limp and still warm, in hers. His eyes were closed, his weary face relaxed, so at least he hadn’t gone in pain or too much distress. That was something.

As the attending doctor brushed past her to check Grissom’s vitals, she grabbed him by the coat. “No extraordinary measures. That’s what he said. Okay?” Sara didn’t let go till the doctor had nodded confirmation, and then she sank into the nearest chair, where she could see Grissom’s face, and waited for them to call the time of death.

~~~~~
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From:kerravonsen
Date:January 16th, 2007 08:17 am (UTC)

Re: Because I Could Not Stop for Death, cont.

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Awwwww.

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