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cavetales2013-05-24 05:13 am
anotherdeadhero) wrote in cavetales2013-05-24 05:13 am
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Canon: Halo
Characters: Jacob Keyes, Catherine Halsey mentions of others
Verse: Same AU as this, just set far later
Rating: PG-13 for death
Get out.
It wasn't the anger in those two words that got to him, it was the pain in her eyes. It was the blame, that he had found her, that he had brought her back to Earth, that she was now in an UNSC hospital because someone had seen fit to shoot her and she blamed him. She'd asked for John to stay, for her Spartan and AI to be with her, to be her guards, because he could do no wrong and she would listen to him. And the staff had allowed it, along with one of the other Spartans there, just in case she turned him on them.
Where he brought her back to Earth, where her reputation was already so far down the drain he may as well start looking through the sewers for it, all because he was trying to maybe save her from herself. Well, once again he found out he was so off base with her that he may as well have been on the Moon.
And while he had left her room, even left that entire floor just to her, he hadn't left the hospital, instead taking up residence in a waiting room just in case. That was where he was told she died a few days after being admitted, complications from the bullet or something to that effect. John had been there, Cortana had told him that, she hadn't died alone, she'd asked for John and he'd stood there for her. Died practically touching his helmet the entire time.
All he had from her was those two words, and even now he's rather certain there was more then just blame in her eyes. Malice, betrayal, probably worse if he bothers to think on it more, but he won't. It's hard enough knowing he was told to get out of her room the first day she was lucid enough to talk, he doesn't want to think on it more then that.
So instead of sitting and brooding about it, waiting for the few that knew he knew her to come and say their condolences, he had gone running. He'd brought what he could so he could be reached but other then that he ran as far and as hard as possible. His legs burning until he had found some place to all but collapse onto, a small hill outside the base, and had promptly done so, and he's been there since well before night fall. Now he's staring up at the stars, trying to find the solace he used to find in them, just in finding constellations or new patterns and instead finding he can't even focus on that.
He slips too easily into his thoughts about those two words, how she'd died, how he wasn't there again for one of the people in his life, and he can't shake it no matter how hard he tries, and he tries hard. Staring at the stars and ignoring his surroundings and tries to zone out on those thoughts. But he can't and instead after a while, when the cold starts to actually bother him, he closes his eyes and tries to find something positive in her eyes, in her voice, something that said she had pushed him away so he didn't have to watch her die.
Because at the end of the day he's very much human and he needs hope, otherwise he can't explain that dead feeling inside or how his stomach had dropped at the news. How he's rather certain he had gone white as a sheet when he was told, because he can't admit he had feelings for a woman that at the end despised him. Because he doesn't want the pity, and that would tarnish everything.
WIth a shake of his head he tries, once more, to see if something is there. He has too, it's really the only thing he has left.
Characters: Jacob Keyes, Catherine Halsey mentions of others
Verse: Same AU as this, just set far later
Rating: PG-13 for death
Get out.
It wasn't the anger in those two words that got to him, it was the pain in her eyes. It was the blame, that he had found her, that he had brought her back to Earth, that she was now in an UNSC hospital because someone had seen fit to shoot her and she blamed him. She'd asked for John to stay, for her Spartan and AI to be with her, to be her guards, because he could do no wrong and she would listen to him. And the staff had allowed it, along with one of the other Spartans there, just in case she turned him on them.
Where he brought her back to Earth, where her reputation was already so far down the drain he may as well start looking through the sewers for it, all because he was trying to maybe save her from herself. Well, once again he found out he was so off base with her that he may as well have been on the Moon.
And while he had left her room, even left that entire floor just to her, he hadn't left the hospital, instead taking up residence in a waiting room just in case. That was where he was told she died a few days after being admitted, complications from the bullet or something to that effect. John had been there, Cortana had told him that, she hadn't died alone, she'd asked for John and he'd stood there for her. Died practically touching his helmet the entire time.
All he had from her was those two words, and even now he's rather certain there was more then just blame in her eyes. Malice, betrayal, probably worse if he bothers to think on it more, but he won't. It's hard enough knowing he was told to get out of her room the first day she was lucid enough to talk, he doesn't want to think on it more then that.
So instead of sitting and brooding about it, waiting for the few that knew he knew her to come and say their condolences, he had gone running. He'd brought what he could so he could be reached but other then that he ran as far and as hard as possible. His legs burning until he had found some place to all but collapse onto, a small hill outside the base, and had promptly done so, and he's been there since well before night fall. Now he's staring up at the stars, trying to find the solace he used to find in them, just in finding constellations or new patterns and instead finding he can't even focus on that.
He slips too easily into his thoughts about those two words, how she'd died, how he wasn't there again for one of the people in his life, and he can't shake it no matter how hard he tries, and he tries hard. Staring at the stars and ignoring his surroundings and tries to zone out on those thoughts. But he can't and instead after a while, when the cold starts to actually bother him, he closes his eyes and tries to find something positive in her eyes, in her voice, something that said she had pushed him away so he didn't have to watch her die.
Because at the end of the day he's very much human and he needs hope, otherwise he can't explain that dead feeling inside or how his stomach had dropped at the news. How he's rather certain he had gone white as a sheet when he was told, because he can't admit he had feelings for a woman that at the end despised him. Because he doesn't want the pity, and that would tarnish everything.
WIth a shake of his head he tries, once more, to see if something is there. He has too, it's really the only thing he has left.