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[December 20th] [The Wild Wild West-related] Bring Me to Life
Title: Bring Me to Life
Day/Theme: December 20th - Give my body to be back again
Series: The Wild Wild West
Character/Pairing: Little Pinto/Lucrece Posey
Rating: K+/PG
This was the original idea this theme inspired. I thought of Evanescence's song Bring Me to Life, and this idea immediately sprang to mind. It's another scene for an upcoming chapter in my story The Night of the Time Travel, which is available from this location: http://www.fanfiction.net/~Luckyladybug
By Lucky_Ladybug
She glanced to Pinto, sitting next to her, as they drove off. He was not currently looking her way, and she averted her gaze before he could feel her eyes on him.
She could not explain her behavior from the prior night. Nor could she explain how and why she felt as she did both now and when he had held her close. It was a strange feeling, foreign to her. She had not even realized that she felt as she did until Pinto was alive once more and everything changed.
When he had been dead, she had been numb and closed-off, frozen and detached from the world. Now that he was back, it was as though he was not the only one who was alive again. She felt like she was alive again too, after a long and strange absence.
Could she ever tell him? Could she ever even manage to accept that her feelings were there and were real? Last night so many emotions had overflowed, confusing her, upsetting her, and insisting on being given a voice. She had rebelled, the result being her snapping at him.
But she had been angry at him, hadn’t she? Angry at him for dying? For leaving her?
Or had she just been angry and grief-stricken to be left without him, not to mention angry at feeling that way in the first place? She wasn’t supposed to. Love and caring were for the weak. And she was not weak.
Or was she really? For all of her harsh, tough behavior, was she just the same as all the others, deep down?
Did she think Pinto was weak?
No, but she felt his love for her was his weakness.
She glanced at him a second time. She did not want anything to happen to him again. She wanted him to stay here with her, alive and well. He was the best second-in-command she had ever worked with, but that was not what she was thinking about.
This time he felt her looking at him. He turned, meeting her gaze. His eyes were filled with questions. Hers held no answers.
Perhaps later, when they talked alone again.
Perhaps.
Day/Theme: December 20th - Give my body to be back again
Series: The Wild Wild West
Character/Pairing: Little Pinto/Lucrece Posey
Rating: K+/PG
This was the original idea this theme inspired. I thought of Evanescence's song Bring Me to Life, and this idea immediately sprang to mind. It's another scene for an upcoming chapter in my story The Night of the Time Travel, which is available from this location: http://www.fanfiction.net/~Luckyladybug
She glanced to Pinto, sitting next to her, as they drove off. He was not currently looking her way, and she averted her gaze before he could feel her eyes on him.
She could not explain her behavior from the prior night. Nor could she explain how and why she felt as she did both now and when he had held her close. It was a strange feeling, foreign to her. She had not even realized that she felt as she did until Pinto was alive once more and everything changed.
When he had been dead, she had been numb and closed-off, frozen and detached from the world. Now that he was back, it was as though he was not the only one who was alive again. She felt like she was alive again too, after a long and strange absence.
Could she ever tell him? Could she ever even manage to accept that her feelings were there and were real? Last night so many emotions had overflowed, confusing her, upsetting her, and insisting on being given a voice. She had rebelled, the result being her snapping at him.
But she had been angry at him, hadn’t she? Angry at him for dying? For leaving her?
Or had she just been angry and grief-stricken to be left without him, not to mention angry at feeling that way in the first place? She wasn’t supposed to. Love and caring were for the weak. And she was not weak.
Or was she really? For all of her harsh, tough behavior, was she just the same as all the others, deep down?
Did she think Pinto was weak?
No, but she felt his love for her was his weakness.
She glanced at him a second time. She did not want anything to happen to him again. She wanted him to stay here with her, alive and well. He was the best second-in-command she had ever worked with, but that was not what she was thinking about.
This time he felt her looking at him. He turned, meeting her gaze. His eyes were filled with questions. Hers held no answers.
Perhaps later, when they talked alone again.
Perhaps.