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Word #190
BoM -- P/M Always walked a step behind
rchan wrote in 15_minute_fic
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Today's word is:  Still

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(May have taken less than fifteen minutes. But please forgive me, I'm new to this. *g*)

Title: Open Your Eyes
Fandom/original: Life on Mars (UK)
Characters: Sam/Gene slash
Rating: G
Word count: 139

“Sam?” Gene shakes his shoulder impatiently. When this gets no reaction, he tries to pry open Sam’s eyelids. The pupils look normal, so he’s not high as a kite, his breathing and pulse seem fine too. But Sam’s not merely sleeping. A sharp slap from his Guv would have seen to that. It’s as though he’s retreated inside himself. The unnatural stillness, Sam’s lack of responsiveness...Gene wastes no more time in calling an ambulance. Then he phones Cartwright, because she knows more about first aid than he does. Having done that, he returns to Sam’s side. Safe in the knowledge that Sam won’t feel it, he presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, allowing himself that one small concession to anxiety. He settles in to wait. “Don’t you worry, Sammy-boy. We’re gonna get you out of there.”

Title: Nightmare
Fandom: Hey Arnold!
Characters: Arnold, Helga
Rating: PG
Warnings: character death, slight sexual references
Word Count: 564

He reached out slowly, his fingertips caressing her skin gently. The snow-white complexion felt icy beneath his touch and he found himself fighting back tears.
“Helga…” He whimpered, his voice cracking and tears threatening to spill. She lay there, still, lifeless in her coffin, surrounded by red silk. The startling contrast between the lining of her final bed, and her pale skin shocked him. It was as though she were glowing white. An angel. Soft blonde curls wisping round her forehead, tumbling over her bare shoulders. Clad in her favourite dress – the beautiful figure hugging white dress they were wed in, she looked beautiful. Her eyes were closed, as though she was sleeping, but her chest did not rise and fall in rhythm with his breathing as it had every night for the past three years.
A cold chill raced through his veins, freezing his blood. Realisation – she was gone. Never again would he see those blue eyes sparkle. No more of her laughter. He’d never hear her call him Football-Head again in jest, or hold her in his arms before falling asleep. No more pouting, no more flirty phone calls from her while they were both supposed to be working. No more of her jumping on him as soon as he entered their apartment and leading him to their bedroom…
She was gone.
His vision was so blurred with tears he could hardly see her anymore. His muscles weakened, and his knees collapsed from underneath him – releasing the sobs from his throat and the agony from his chest. He cried out, calling her name.

His eyes shot open, teary and red. To his surprise he saw her face, panicked and sleep-mussed. “Arnold! Are you alright?”
Confused, Arnold felt his heart leap with joy. She was alive! Her voice was like pure happiness to his ears. He sat up in their bed and pulled her into a thankful hug.
“Helga!” He cried, “Thank goodness you are alright!” He buried his tear-stained face into her shoulder. “I love you so much.”
He felt her relax into his hug.
“I love you too, Football-Head. Now would you mind telling me what’s going on? You were screaming out in your sleep and scared the bejeezus out of me!”
His mind flashed back to the image of her pale, lifeless body – the still form on the bed a huge contrast to the flushed woman in front of him.
“I… had a bad dream.” He didn’t want to tell her exactly what was in his dream. He didn’t think she’d take it very well if he told her he dreamt about her dying. “I lost you.”
Helga gave him a heartfelt look.
“Oh Arnold…” she whispered, “Don’t you worry – I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” And with that she leaned over and kissed him. Her lips were warm, moist and soft. He felt the last bit of tension leave him. She was here, alive and in his bed. It was all a nightmare. Relief.
They broke apart, and Helga snuggled into his arms, as he wiped away the last of his tears.
“Hey Arnold?” Helga asked, looking up at him with her naughty blue eyes. “Since we’re up…”
He laughed. She may have looked like an angle in his dream, but his Helga was really a devil after all. And he didn’t want to lose her for the world.

Reading through this again, I can see so many errors and so many things to edit XD But I got it written in 15 mins which was the goal :D

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