Behind Blue Eyes (Drama/Angst, K+, Brennan and Max) by AnaG [16/09/2007]

Behind Blue Eyes
Rating: K+
Genre: Drama…angst….? I dunno…..
Summary/AN: The first time I heard Limp Bizkit’s Behind Blue Eyesafter watching Judas, Max Keenan immediately came to mind. This isn’t what I planned for this one-shot, but have to go with the musie gives me…she’s a bit pushy that way. So, here we go…the story of two people on their way to an important conversation neither is sure they are ready for. Hope you find it interesting. -AnaG

A/N: A big mea culpa...a380's right...the version by The Who is soooo much better!

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Her steps were firm and measured, the heels of her boots striking against the institutional tiles, sounding a purpose that she didn’t have. It was her lie to herself, the idea that if she walked over this ground as if she had already conquered it, then she wouldn’t have to acknowledge that it felt as if it were shifting beneath her feet.

His steps were small and strangled, the chains of his shackles dragging against the institutional tiles, mocking the choices he had made. It was the penance that he paid, the idea that if he walked this ground as if he accepted it as his due, then he would have to surrender the one hope that hadn’t been taken away from him.

The echo of steel colliding against steel passed through her and continued down the long hall. The faint snap of a latch sliding home was almost lost inside the larger sound, but her mind sought it out. It meant there was yet another barrier between her and freedom. She fought against the urge to flee even as she moved closer to another doorway that would lead her deeper into this hell where she knew he was waiting.

The scrape of steel against concrete passed over him and faded into silence. The sharp snap of a latch sliding free was a falsely sweet note in these halls, and he forced his mind to ignore it. It meant only one less barrier among the many between him and freedom. He fought the craving to flee even as he moved closer to another doorway that would lead him further from this hell where he knew she was waiting.

She shifted against the mold of the hard plastic chair. Crossed and uncrossed her legs. Plucked fruitlessly at the loose hem of her blue shirt and the point of the wire barrette pressing into her scalp. She could not find relief from any of it, because the true source of her discomfort had yet to appear on the other side of the scratched and clouded window at which she waited.

He flexed against the curve of the unforgiving metal cuffs. Shifted from one foot to the other. Plucked fruitlessly at the loose waist of his orange jumpsuit and the plastic identification bracelet that chafed against his wrist. He could not escape the discomfort of any of it, because his only hope of true relief was in the next room, waiting on the other side of a smudged and shameful window.

She forgot how to breathe, forgot how to see him in the space of time it took for him to cross the distance between them. There was so much to compete for her attention. The scent of burned flesh in her nostril and the cool texture of her mother’s skull resting against her palms. The tingle of spice and sugar on her tongue and the melody of a good old song in her ears. The agony of a brother found and lost again and the gratitude for a partner saved. And finally, the sad smile that had come with a confession and plea for understanding. The weight of it all bore down on her as he awkwardly lowered himself into the chair. She could only wonder if the distance they had covered had been great enough.

He forgot how to breathe, could see nothing but her in the space of time it took for him to cross the distance between them. There was so much she didn’t understand. The scent of just vengeance in his nostrils and the cold texture of his wife’s skin as he laid her to rest. The feel of his daughter’s arms around his neck and the melody of a her laughter in his ears. The agony of children left behind and the rage at a cohort's attack. And finally, the sharp pain that came with every accusation and look of betrayal. The weight of it all bore down on him as he awkwardly lowered himself into the chair. He could only hope that the distance they had covered had been great enough.

She waited, unable to look away until she knew what was hidden behind those blue eyes .

He waited,afraid to look away until he knew what was hidden behind those blue eyes.

She reached for the black handset, startled to find it surprisingly light in her hand as she held it to her ear still unsure of what she would say. All of the words seemed so heavy in her mouth.

He reached for the black handset, taking comfort from the solid weight in his hand as he held it to his ear, still unsure of what she would say. So many of the possibilities weighed so heavy on his heart.

“Dad.”

“Temperance.”

Posted 17/09/2007 01:20:57 AM by bella loony

Holy Shit Ana!! This can't be a one-shot!! That was amazing!! Oh I liked how they mirrored each other but not really! Beautiful, truly beautiful and if Musie is pushy and you write this kind of brilliance then go with it!! Wonderful job sweetie!!

Special Agent Loony!!

Posted 17/09/2007 01:28:33 AM by A2b

how do you do it ana......brilliant and beautiful.......but yet so sad.......so much emotion........so descrïptive.....i have no other words.........
a2b

Posted 17/09/2007 06:14:09 AM a380fan

Behind Blue Eyese by Limp Bizkit?! NO! It's a classic Who song!

Posted 11/10/2007 11:27:52 AM by pyro

Wow.

Ana... that's powerful.