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Author-Vision
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Prisoner Found
by Vision
Summary: Epilogue for Prisoner X. Originally posted to SentinelAngst.
Disclaimer: Canon characters do not belong to me. They are the property of Pet Fly and Paramount. I don't make any money etc., etc.
I hear your footsteps behind me, slowly making your way across the grass. There's a confidence in your stride, an incredible strength in your movements. They call me the strong one, the one that can take down criminals in the blink of an eye. The truth is, you're the pillar of strength, you're the one that holds up this shaky structure known as my life. I am but glass and plaster, easily shattered or covered up by paint. You, you are the foundation, the cement that holds my world together...
I listen as you stop walking and settle yourself on the ground beside that huge oak tree. I know you're watching me, hoping that you haven't overstepped your boundaries by following me here. The truth is, I wanted you to follow me; I wanted you to be near me. It was hell in there, Chief, and to be honest with you, I was terrified. I've never seen such hatred, so many tortured souls in one place.
I can feel your eyes upon me, searching for a way to make it all disappear. I remember when we first met, and you would look at me with those eyes. I always felt like you were scrutinizing me, videotaping me for future reference. Now, when you look at me, I don't feel that way anymore. I'm no longer the subject for some paper that you're writing; I'm much more than that. So when did this all happen? At what point in this friendship did I start letting you follow me out into a field? At what point did I open up the door to my life and let you in?
The leaves rustle gently above my head, and I can feel your presence directly behind me. You're standing over me now, blocking out the pain and betrayal that has surrounded me the last few days. Even though you haven't said a word, I can hear the calm certainty in your words almost as clearly as the whispering leaves that dance above me.
I close my eyes as your hand rests on my shoulder, its feather-like touch gripping the memories and tossing them into the grass at my feet. Whatever happened at this place will not follow me home.
I feel your hands moving to my waist, pulling me to stand. The hitch in your breath as you juggle my weight to rest against you is unmistakeable. I listen to the ragged breaths, the accelerated heartbeat, and wonder just how far you would go to bring me back from this darkness.
Would you die for me?
Yes.
Would I for you?
Yes.
"It's over." You whisper as you lead me towards the truck, making sure to walk as wide a circle around the gates of the prison as you can. "Let's go home."
~the end~