Crusade fic
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icepixieCleanin' out the fic folder... Dunno why I never finished this one back in *checks date on file* '99. All I added was two sentences and it was done. Not sure if anyone else watched Crusade, but if you did, and if you get really happy at the idea of the episodes "Ruling from the Tomb" and "Rules of the Game," this is for you.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. JMS owns 'em.
FEEDBACK/ARCHIVING: Please and thank you to both. Send it all to author1@comcast.net .
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Blatant, shameless Gideon/Lochley mush from Elizabeth's POV.
"Three Little Words"
by Icepixie, June 2003
* * *
I still have *no* idea what possessed me to say it. It's not like he needed to hear it...hell, it's not like *I* needed to hear it. Neither one of us are looking for any sort of commitment now, and probably won't be for a few years yet. Why in God's name did I *say* that?
I diverted my gaze from his face the first horrified moment I heard the words slip out of my mouth, so I have no idea how he's reacting. I can still see his legs with my head down like this, so I know he hasn't run out the door, but other than that...
He's probably laughing at me. Silently, maybe, but laughing. I'm almost sure of it. Yes, Elizabeth, you *are* an idiot, but that does not mean he has the right to laugh at you. I lift my head, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
He's not laughing. In fact, he looks very serious.
Damn.
I'm guessing that now is not the time to try to say, "Just kidding!" Nope, definitely not. I get the feeling that those words would be even more detrimental than the ones I just said.
"You took the words right out of my mouth."
You took the...? No. No, I didn't just hear that. My mind is playing tricks on me. Very cruel tricks, extremely evil tricks, tricks I am very ungrateful for.
"Elizabeth?"
He's looking at me like he expects a response. I half-expect him to wave a hand in front of my face, or I would if we weren't somehow standing close enough to make that motion impossible.
Wait a second. That means...that means he really said it. I didn't hallucinate it. Oh, dear God... *Now* what am I supposed to say?
As it turns out, I don't have to say anything. In fact, that capacity is taken completely away from me when he touches his lips to mine, giving me possibly the most breathtaking kiss I've ever received. Hey, I'm not complaining.
I realize once we finally let go of each other that there's no going back now. Like it or not, we are, in some way or another, committed to each other. Strangely enough, I don't mind. In fact, I feel...relieved, maybe? I think that's it. I've just noticed how long I've been wanting to say those words. Yes, our relationship, if you could call it that, has been very much an off and on thing for the past two years, but the point is that it has been, in some way, continuous since the day we met. It's grown and developed over the time we've known each other, and we've somehow managed to keep at it for all this time. I won't say it hasn't been a challenge, but I think it's been worth it.
And so I say it again. "I love you, Matt."
"'Love you, Elizabeth."
The End
*
I'd write about Life in General, but as fic is currently life, I suppose I'm already doing that. Oh, I got my hair cut today. I wish there was a way to keep the curly look it gets for a few days after being cut for longer without copious amounts of hair products, curling irons, and time. Yeah, it's wavy normally, but I like this look, too...
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. JMS owns 'em.
FEEDBACK/ARCHIVING: Please and thank you to both. Send it all to author1@comcast.net .
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Blatant, shameless Gideon/Lochley mush from Elizabeth's POV.
"Three Little Words"
by Icepixie, June 2003
* * *
I still have *no* idea what possessed me to say it. It's not like he needed to hear it...hell, it's not like *I* needed to hear it. Neither one of us are looking for any sort of commitment now, and probably won't be for a few years yet. Why in God's name did I *say* that?
I diverted my gaze from his face the first horrified moment I heard the words slip out of my mouth, so I have no idea how he's reacting. I can still see his legs with my head down like this, so I know he hasn't run out the door, but other than that...
He's probably laughing at me. Silently, maybe, but laughing. I'm almost sure of it. Yes, Elizabeth, you *are* an idiot, but that does not mean he has the right to laugh at you. I lift my head, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
He's not laughing. In fact, he looks very serious.
Damn.
I'm guessing that now is not the time to try to say, "Just kidding!" Nope, definitely not. I get the feeling that those words would be even more detrimental than the ones I just said.
"You took the words right out of my mouth."
You took the...? No. No, I didn't just hear that. My mind is playing tricks on me. Very cruel tricks, extremely evil tricks, tricks I am very ungrateful for.
"Elizabeth?"
He's looking at me like he expects a response. I half-expect him to wave a hand in front of my face, or I would if we weren't somehow standing close enough to make that motion impossible.
Wait a second. That means...that means he really said it. I didn't hallucinate it. Oh, dear God... *Now* what am I supposed to say?
As it turns out, I don't have to say anything. In fact, that capacity is taken completely away from me when he touches his lips to mine, giving me possibly the most breathtaking kiss I've ever received. Hey, I'm not complaining.
I realize once we finally let go of each other that there's no going back now. Like it or not, we are, in some way or another, committed to each other. Strangely enough, I don't mind. In fact, I feel...relieved, maybe? I think that's it. I've just noticed how long I've been wanting to say those words. Yes, our relationship, if you could call it that, has been very much an off and on thing for the past two years, but the point is that it has been, in some way, continuous since the day we met. It's grown and developed over the time we've known each other, and we've somehow managed to keep at it for all this time. I won't say it hasn't been a challenge, but I think it's been worth it.
And so I say it again. "I love you, Matt."
"'Love you, Elizabeth."
The End
*
I'd write about Life in General, but as fic is currently life, I suppose I'm already doing that. Oh, I got my hair cut today. I wish there was a way to keep the curly look it gets for a few days after being cut for longer without copious amounts of hair products, curling irons, and time. Yeah, it's wavy normally, but I like this look, too...
