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Title: Giving in to the Signs
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Emma/Peter
Rating: G
Word Count: 494
Genre: Introspective/Drama
Spoilers: Season 4 "Hysterical Blindness"
Notes: Written for the picture prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Emma tries deny the signs, but she keeps running into Peter anyway.
Was she going crazy? Emma didn’t believe it, but she couldn’t deny that colors were appearing to her along with every unheard sound.
Why were these colors changing her life? She didn’t even know if she wanted to see them, no matter how beautiful they were. They were complicated, and the more they appeared, the more her life changed in directions she didn’t want it to go.
Emma would have to give up some things in her life. She’d have to face some hard truths. She’d have to move on, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.
She dashed toward her office and rubbed her forehead. Unable to completely focus, she accidentally bumped into someone, and if she could hear, she’d bet they were apologizing. She avoided eye contact as usual, pulling away as she tripped over something else: a table full of snacks on the side of the hallway.
Suddenly, a bowl of popcorn crashed onto the floor, emitting a red light. Emma froze, and more colors quickly followed with yellow and orange swirling around in the corner of her eye. She turned to the face of an upset child inside the children’s ward, who was obviously shaken by the noise.
Emma looked at him sympathetically, signing that she was sorry as well as mouthing the words. Immediately, she bent over the mess, but someone else was already cleaning it up, someone she recognized. She gasped. Why was she always running into this guy?
“It’s okay.” She watched his lips, and he swept up the rest of the fragments into a dust pan. She felt vulnerable again, and as he kept glancing at her, she felt tightness within her chest. She hadn’t felt like that since…
Emma shut her eyes and ignored her quickening pulse when she realized why she was so afraid. The more she kept running into him – the dark-haired paramedic named Peter – the more she felt the urgency to open up to him. But why?
Because he saw the lights and colors too?
The two of them stood up, and a nurse strode by and brought a new popcorn bowl to the table. Emma looked at Peter, who wasn’t jabbering at her like before. Instead, he stared back at her, virtually speechless.
When she was about to run back into the file room, she saw him step in front of her, and she read a ‘wait’ come from his lips.
“Are you sure you don’t want to have lunch?” She watched as he tried again. Did he really want to help her or was it something else?
Emma sighed, and she wondered if she should just give in to him. Instead, she braved looking into his eyes. She didn’t know what she’d find there, but she saw something she didn’t expect.
Inside them she saw his desire – not just for the hope to be with her, but also for the chance to save her.
Title: Giving in to the Signs
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Emma/Peter
Rating: G
Word Count: 494
Genre: Introspective/Drama
Spoilers: Season 4 "Hysterical Blindness"
Notes: Written for the picture prompt at
heroes_contest.Summary: Emma tries deny the signs, but she keeps running into Peter anyway.
Was she going crazy? Emma didn’t believe it, but she couldn’t deny that colors were appearing to her along with every unheard sound.
Why were these colors changing her life? She didn’t even know if she wanted to see them, no matter how beautiful they were. They were complicated, and the more they appeared, the more her life changed in directions she didn’t want it to go.
Emma would have to give up some things in her life. She’d have to face some hard truths. She’d have to move on, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.
She dashed toward her office and rubbed her forehead. Unable to completely focus, she accidentally bumped into someone, and if she could hear, she’d bet they were apologizing. She avoided eye contact as usual, pulling away as she tripped over something else: a table full of snacks on the side of the hallway.
Suddenly, a bowl of popcorn crashed onto the floor, emitting a red light. Emma froze, and more colors quickly followed with yellow and orange swirling around in the corner of her eye. She turned to the face of an upset child inside the children’s ward, who was obviously shaken by the noise.
Emma looked at him sympathetically, signing that she was sorry as well as mouthing the words. Immediately, she bent over the mess, but someone else was already cleaning it up, someone she recognized. She gasped. Why was she always running into this guy?
“It’s okay.” She watched his lips, and he swept up the rest of the fragments into a dust pan. She felt vulnerable again, and as he kept glancing at her, she felt tightness within her chest. She hadn’t felt like that since…
Emma shut her eyes and ignored her quickening pulse when she realized why she was so afraid. The more she kept running into him – the dark-haired paramedic named Peter – the more she felt the urgency to open up to him. But why?
Because he saw the lights and colors too?
The two of them stood up, and a nurse strode by and brought a new popcorn bowl to the table. Emma looked at Peter, who wasn’t jabbering at her like before. Instead, he stared back at her, virtually speechless.
When she was about to run back into the file room, she saw him step in front of her, and she read a ‘wait’ come from his lips.
“Are you sure you don’t want to have lunch?” She watched as he tried again. Did he really want to help her or was it something else?
Emma sighed, and she wondered if she should just give in to him. Instead, she braved looking into his eyes. She didn’t know what she’d find there, but she saw something she didn’t expect.
Inside them she saw his desire – not just for the hope to be with her, but also for the chance to save her.
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on 2009-12-26 04:34 am (UTC)"She gasped. Why was she always running into this guy?"
Exactly. I think she's kind of lucky ^^
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on 2009-12-26 06:08 pm (UTC)