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Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 16/25

Challenge:  love_bingo   
Rating:  PG to PG-13
Prompt:  LI4 - Making Love
Words:  538
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 sometimes wondered what it was about her that drove Beck so crazy with passion. She - as she'd once told Jake, long ago - wasn't dangerous. She was flannel pajamas, crossword puzzles and the occasional lite beer.

And yet Beck made love to her like she was the most exciting woman on the planet, often leaving her stunned and breathless and overwhelmed by it all. His intensity frightened her sometimes, even as it called to her like some drug she desperately needed.

She wondered sometimes when he'd realize she was nothing special - just plain little Heather Lisinski - tomboy, geek - ordinary. But it had been six months since he'd returned to Jericho. Six months since he'd walked into her house looking worn to the bone, swaying with exhaustion, and the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen. Six months in which they'd started buliding a life together.

Sometimes they made love like they'd been starving, sex was food and somebody was going to take it away from them at any moment. Which, she thought ruefully, wasn't that far off from the truth. Between the rebuilding efforts, the President taking up residence in Jericho with Beck as one of her closest advisors, and the UN presence, they both had a lot of demands on their time, with either one of them yanked out of Jericho at any moment. It made each night they spent together all that more precious. Perhaps that was part of what fueled their passion for each other.

Other times, they made love like they were suspended in time, slowly, sensuously, for what seemed like hours on end. Those were the days when the demands of the outside world were parked securely outside the door; when they would deliberately carve out time to be together. They'd either leave strict orders not to be disturbed, or they'd take a lunch, get into Charlotte and go someplace outside of town, where they could spend the day hiking, talking, eating and loving.

They still never used the word "love" to each other. Hanging over everything they did was the knowledge that they still didn't know what had happened to Beck's wife, Rosa, or his daughter Madeleine. Heather also hadn't told him about Hayes, and she never intended to. She did tell him she'd been told by a member of Ravenwood there was a possibility Rosa was still alive, although she hadn't believed it at the time. Thankfully, Beck hadn't questioned her for long, although he'd given her his look that said he knew there was more to the story but he was willing to wait for her to tell him in her own good time.

Regardless of whether Hayes was telling the truth, there was still the possibility that they were alive out there, even though it had been over two years since the Attacks and Beck had never found a trace of them.

They occasionally talked about his missing family, but they never talked about what they would do if Beck found Rosa and Madeleine alive. Heather didn't ask, and Beck never offered.

And that, she thought, was probably why they sometimes made love almost desperately, as if this time would be the last time.

Because it might be true.



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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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