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Fic: Waiting (Adam)
Rating: PG
Summary: Adam thinks about Hiro as he sits in his Company cell.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Title: Waiting
You're out there. I can feel you, even through these cement walls and glass doors that keep me from seeing you with my own eyes. You could never mask your presence from me. Of course, you don't know me yet. To you, I'm just a character in a storybook. You're still growing into a man, probably just now discovering your abilities, excited like a newborn experiencing his first breath. The world is new, filled to the brim with wild possibilities. I knew what that felt like once. You gave me that feeling, wiping away the life I knew with a touch of your hand and bringing forth something vibrant and exhilarating. The memories of those few days remain as vivid as a freshly painted canvas, greens and blues and reds bright enough to blind the eye. I still cherish them, even on the days when I curse the minute you appeared in my world. Sometimes I lie back and spread them out in front of my closed eyelids, recreating the most minute details of actions and conversations 330 years gone, savoring them with the full intensity of the first time. Other people have faded away like an old photograph withering in the sun., but not you. Because you see, Hiro, you really are special. Every one of those days since you ran away from me, I've woken up with your name stuck in my teeth, every emotion you’ve ever made me feel bleeding in my heart. I can’t get rid of you, no matter how much I pull and push and tear, your face keeps grinning at me from the other side of the mirror. You’re the thorn festering in my side. Sometimes the rage burns so strongly within me that I want to grab the chair I'm sitting in and smash everything in this cell to pieces. I did once. My former colleagues kept me strapped to my bed without water for seven days.
The pain fades away in the end, bidding its time. I can wait. After all, I've waited lifetimes. A few more years won't matter. One day, I'll find the chink in this chain they’ve wrapped me in and there will no longer be a wall separating us. Then, I'll make sure that you know exactly how I feel.
Summary: Adam thinks about Hiro as he sits in his Company cell.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Title: Waiting
You're out there. I can feel you, even through these cement walls and glass doors that keep me from seeing you with my own eyes. You could never mask your presence from me. Of course, you don't know me yet. To you, I'm just a character in a storybook. You're still growing into a man, probably just now discovering your abilities, excited like a newborn experiencing his first breath. The world is new, filled to the brim with wild possibilities. I knew what that felt like once. You gave me that feeling, wiping away the life I knew with a touch of your hand and bringing forth something vibrant and exhilarating. The memories of those few days remain as vivid as a freshly painted canvas, greens and blues and reds bright enough to blind the eye. I still cherish them, even on the days when I curse the minute you appeared in my world. Sometimes I lie back and spread them out in front of my closed eyelids, recreating the most minute details of actions and conversations 330 years gone, savoring them with the full intensity of the first time. Other people have faded away like an old photograph withering in the sun., but not you. Because you see, Hiro, you really are special. Every one of those days since you ran away from me, I've woken up with your name stuck in my teeth, every emotion you’ve ever made me feel bleeding in my heart. I can’t get rid of you, no matter how much I pull and push and tear, your face keeps grinning at me from the other side of the mirror. You’re the thorn festering in my side. Sometimes the rage burns so strongly within me that I want to grab the chair I'm sitting in and smash everything in this cell to pieces. I did once. My former colleagues kept me strapped to my bed without water for seven days.
The pain fades away in the end, bidding its time. I can wait. After all, I've waited lifetimes. A few more years won't matter. One day, I'll find the chink in this chain they’ve wrapped me in and there will no longer be a wall separating us. Then, I'll make sure that you know exactly how I feel.
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