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And Here I Sit by Samantha Brownlie
Summary: Alone, Diana Fowley awaits her fate. Amor Fati.
From: "Sam Brownlie" sbrownlie@hotmail.com Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2000 19:27:43 PDT Subject: 'And Here I Sit' by Samantha Brownlie Source: direct Title: And Here I Sit Author: Samantha Brownlie Spoilers: Biogenesis Key Words: None. Rating: PG Summary: Alone, Diana Fowley awaits her fate. Disclaimer: The usual - they're not mine, I don't earn any money from writing about them, and I promise to give them back when I'm done. Honest! Feedback to sbrownlie@hotmail.com 'And Here I Sit' (1/1) I sit in my lonely apartment, surrounded by emptiness. I wait for them to come, because they surely will. I have betrayed them to save the only man I ever loved, a man who could once have been mine but who now belongs to another. I deserve this end. If only I had been stronger all those years ago, he would have been as loyal to me as he is to her now - but I wasn't. I close my eyes in a futile attempt to prevent the tears escaping down my cheeks. Selfishly, I had hoped that we could destroy his identity, make him different, make him join us. All I wanted - and still want, hopelessly - was to be with him. I know now just how impossible that is. I know now that the outrage I helped them perpetrate would only ever have killed him or made him stronger. It never would have sent him to my arms. The tears are still coming, and I don't care enough to reach up and brush them away. A seemingly simple movement - lift hand, twist slightly, rub edge across face - but one that would take more energy than I can spare right now. All that I have left is taken up by remembering. Right now, I remember watching over them from the secret surveillance room, absorbing my last moments of him as greedily as any addict. I watched her holding him, talking to him, urging him to his feet. He must have been weak, he must have been in pain, but he seemed to take strength from her. If I hadn't realised it before, I realised then that he would never have been mine. It seemed to take an eternity for them to leave the building, an eternity that couldn't be spared. I watched their progress on the video screens, watched him weaving and stumbling and watched her keep her arm around his waist and guide him. Tears fell then - as bittersweet as the ones I shed now - as I watched her helping him into her rented car and fastening his seatbelt. I found myself unable to let go - not yet, not yet, my heart cried - and followed them at a discreet distance. My hands twist together in my lap, and I flinch at a sound from outside my window. It is just I tree, I know, a tree that has rapped and slapped against that window in the slightest breeze for the past three years, but my nerves are on edge and my emotions are out of control. Right now, she will be with him. She took him to his apartment, let herself in with a key that I would have killed to be trusted with, and bolted the door behind him. Knowing that exposure could do nothing more or less than was already going to happen, I rang them once, yesterday. She was curt and polite, acknowledging my help with her words but not with her tone. She told me he was sleeping and would be fine, that he would be asleep for some time yet. I understood those words and I have not called back. I don't blame her. I could have prevented so much of this - if I had called her when I first found him and heard him calling for her; if I had helped her earlier; if I had told her where he was; if I had not foiled Skinner's attempt to set him free. I wish she understood that so much of what she and I have done has been from the same motivation, twisted though it might be on my part and purer on hers. I hear a footstep outside my apartment, and this time I know it cannot be explained easily. I close my eyes. I have given him the last gift I ever will, the gift of his life and his integrity, and he will forever give his thanks to her. At least, though, I have finally acted decently, have tried to live up to the high standards he sets for himself and for those around him. My door creaks open, and a shaft of light slices through the darkness around me. It is over. END
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