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Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 20/25

Challenge:  love_bingo   
Rating:  PG to PG-13
Words:  514
Prompt:  LB5 - The One
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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At the door, Heather hesitated. She knew he'd be there - she was positive. And she loved him, perhaps too much. It scared her sometimes, the depth and intensity of her feelings for him. She still remembered the terror and horror when he'd been shot. While that day would never be funny to her, even she could acknowledge that her alternating pleading and threatening while she was trying to staunch the bleeding was mildly amusing.

He'd told her he loved her the moment he woke up. He asked her to marry him the first morning he got out of bed. He asked Eric to declare Rosa legally dead that afternoon. Heather hadn't asked him any questions. There'd been a look in his eyes when he was talking to Eric that had broken her heart.

After that, they'd focused on his recovery. Eric had finalized the required paperwork quickly and Beck had insisted he wanted to get married as soon as possible once that was done. She'd complied, even though there was still a part of her that didn't truly believe Rosa was dead, a part of her that was certain that someday, Rosa would return and Beck would be forced to make his inevitable choice. But she refused to listen to that part of her. For whatever reason, he now truly believed Rosa was dead - although he was still looking for Madeleine - and he told her he loved her every day.

And now, now she was going to marry him - she'd made all the arrangements and everything. She'd even been excited about this day, looking forward to officially joining her life with his; looking forward to her wedding day.

And now -

"Cold feet?"

Heather started and stared at Emily. Heather's wide eyes and pale skin told the tale.

"There are still so many uncertainties," she blurted out. "What if Rosa isn't really dead? What if he gets hurts again in the line of duty? What if there's another Attack or another war?"

"Is that any reason not to try?" Emily asked. "Is that any reason to walk away?" Emily cocked her head to one side and considered Heather with a fond smile. "You're no coward, Heather, and all of those reasons aren't really reasons - not for you. What are you really scared of?"

"What if it doesn't work out?" Heather whispered, her bouquet clutched tightly in her fists, her hands shaking.

"What if it does?"

Heather blinked in surprise at Emily, and she could suddenly see the future clearly - as clearly as if it was already happening. She could see them arguing and loving and laughing and just...living. She could imagine the children, solemn little boys with their father's eyes and her hair. Little girls who would follow their father with their hearts in their eyes - much like their mother.

And always, always, this deep love and desire and need for each other.

She slowly, tremulously smiled at Emily who shook her head and laughed at her.

"Come on," Emily said, "he's waiting."

Heather nodded. "I'm ready."



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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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