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Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 14/25

Challenge:  love_bingo   
Rating:  PG to PG-13
Words:  552
Prompt:  LO3 - Cherish
Warnings:  Nothing too explicit but will warn for violence/implied torture in a couple of the later parts (I'll post a specific warning on those posts). Everything in the series and comics is fair game, so spoilers ahoy!  

Disclaimer:   I do not own, nor am I affiliated with, CBS or Jericho or...whoever else may actually own this show.  I just like to take the characters out to play.  I put them back, mostly unharmed...although not always...this is for fun, not profit and no copyright infringement is intended.

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Heather was startled by the knock on her door. It was after dark, and if anyone was at her door at this hour, it meant there was an emergency of some kind.

She threw on her thick terry cloth robe as she hurried to the door, the floor cold against her bare feet. She flung open the door and gaped when she recognized the man standing on her doorstep.

They stared at each other in silence, but Heather's face showed it all - her shock, her amazement, her relief, and sheer joy. She stepped back to let him in, tears in her eyes, her knees weak.

Beck came into her tiny foyer, closing the door behind him. He was swaying with exhaustion, his face drawn and worn, his dark eyes sunken. There were new lines in his face, more gray hair at his temples. He'd lost more weight than could possibly be healthy for him, his uniform hanging loose on his frame. His cheeks were sunken, the bones of his face so sharp they almost seemed they were about to cut through his skin.

Heather thought he'd never looked more beautiful.

She stared at him greedily, taking in every new line on his face, every new gray hair at his temples. She noted the new, white scar over his left eyebrow and she wondered how many close calls he'd had, how many new scars he carried - how many scars he carried that weren't visible, much like the scars she carried. She wondered about all the things he'd seen and all the things he'd done.

The one thing she saw hadn't changed was the stark vulnerability in his eyes, mixed with the child-like wonder that had always been there when he looked at her. No one had ever looked at her that way before, and she thought if he could still look at her that way after...everything, then there was hope for the future after all.

These thoughts spun through her mind as she stepped forward and took him into her arms. She held him tight, her ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heart beat, his arms closed securely around her. He was almost painfully thin, his bones sharp against her hands, and he was shaking in her arms from more than just emotion. He smelled of dust and sweat, like a man who'd been too long on his feet and too long on the road.

She pulled back far enough to kiss him, and their kisses tasted of happiness and mingled tears. A distant part of Heather's mind knew she'd cherish the memory of this moment forever, cherish the memory of the day he came back to her.

She pulled away and with a smile, she led him to the bedroom where she helped him undress. She bit her lip when she saw how much weight he'd lost, and she paused when she saw the still-healing wounds on his lower left side and thigh. She touched the puckered scars gently and blinked the tears from her eyes as she tenderly settled him into bed. She kissed him again, then she also quickly undressed and crawled in beside him.

They curled into each other, and as he drifted off to sleep, Heather realized - 

They hadn't said a single word. 



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"All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need...fantasies to make life bearable."

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

"Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little --"

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

"So we can believe the big ones?"

YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

-- Susan and Death in Hogfather by Terry Pratchett

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"And no practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take the consequences. Indeed, it is the freedom upon which all the others are based."

-- Lord Vetinari in Going Postal by Terry Pratchett

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They thought the Library was a dangerous place because of all the magical books, which was true enough, but what made it really one of the most dangerous places there could ever be was the simple fact that it was a library.

-- Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett

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As a wizard, it was something that Ponder had only before encountered in acorns: a tiny soundless voice which said, yes, I am but a small, green, simple object - but I dream about forests.

-- Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett

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In the 24th century, there will be no hunger. There will be no greed. And every child will know how to read.

-- Gene Roddenberry, as repeated by Jonathan Frakes in the documentary How William Shatner Changed the World

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We've got two lives, one we're given and the other one we make
And the world won't stop, and actions speak louder
Listen to your heart, and what your heart might say
Everything we got, we got the hard way.

-- Mary Chapin Carpenter, The Hard Way from the album Come On, Come On

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Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want.

-- John Mayer, Waiting on the World to Change from the album Continuum

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Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, "I'll try again tomorrow."

-- Mary Anne Radmacher, as seen in Uncle John's Bathroom Reader Tales to Inspire

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I never loved the soldier
Until there was a war.
Or thought about tomorrow
'til my baby hit the floor.
I only talk to God
When somebody's about to die.
I never cherished freedom
Freedom never cries.

-- Five for Fighting, Freedom Never Cries from the album Two Lights

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It may sound absurd: but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed: but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream

-- Five for Fighting, Superman (It's Not Easy) from the album American Town

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Had a dream last night took a time travellin' ride
Back to my childhood where those monsters reside
They snack on innocence and dine on self-esteem
But I like to be in touch with what makes me scream
Vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most.
No alien, psychopath or MTV host
Scares me like vampires,mummies and the Holy Ghost.

-- Jimmy Buffett, Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost from the album Fruitcakes

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"I want to believe that... the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us... as part of something greater than us - greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen, to what's speaking, it can give us the power to save ourselves."

-- Fox Mulder, The X-Files from the episode The Truth, pt. 2
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