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theatrical_muse... Wake Up
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thecopperWake up.
There's something.
Just wake up.
She's not really asleep, not really quite unconscious or dead. She's aware of the fact that her legs are moving, even though she can't feel them. She feels her arm around Suzie, the sting of her shoulder as the weight of her body is near-dragged across the pier. She watches the splintered wood as her feet shuffle along, one foot in front of the other, Gwen. Keep moving, keep feeling.
Wake up.
She doesn't quite remember when she hits the ground, if she fell or if she was dropped, but it doesn't really matter at that point because her eyes are closed. There's a light behind her eyelids, but it's fading into darkness. She's already forgotten the sensation of prickling, warm sun on her skin, or the uncomfortable stabbing of ruined wood through her clothes. There's just a darkness now. The last sensation, the last feeling she thinks she will ever have, is the rushing brush of lips against her own.
And then darkness.
Wake up.
Darkness. Complete darkness, and she wants to feel around her. She wants to use her hands to guide her to an escape. But she thinks there isn't an escape. Also, she thinks she doesn't have hands anymore.
She suspects it's like sleeping, like all of her is asleep except for this single shred of what's left of Gwen Cooper. That final heartbeat, that last rattle of breath. She wonders briefly is death is the same for everyone, if those final seconds in the living world pass like eternity to the dying.
But she doesn't think about it long, because she senses, somehow, that she is no longer alone.
There's something.
There's something in the darkness.
Wake up.
And then, she does. A light breaks through, and before she can convince herself she's ascending to her childhood Heaven, a gust of air rips across her lips. Her lungs spasm with pain, and she lashes out in alarm. Her eyes open, the sun burns, and she clings to the soft material of clothing. It takes her too long to find out she's in Owen's arms, still on the pier. Her head throbs, her heart throbs, everything throbs with the most exquisite pain because she's awake, she's alive, she can feel again.
Owen rocks her like a child, but she won't close her eyes again. She doesn't know how long until she'll be able to rest. She thinks, already, she's been asleep for too long. And she's seen it now; the terror moving in the darkness.
It's time to wake up.
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Cut for length
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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #301: Wake Up
Verse: Open/Canon Verse
Word Count: 431
There's something.
Just wake up.
She's not really asleep, not really quite unconscious or dead. She's aware of the fact that her legs are moving, even though she can't feel them. She feels her arm around Suzie, the sting of her shoulder as the weight of her body is near-dragged across the pier. She watches the splintered wood as her feet shuffle along, one foot in front of the other, Gwen. Keep moving, keep feeling.
Wake up.
She doesn't quite remember when she hits the ground, if she fell or if she was dropped, but it doesn't really matter at that point because her eyes are closed. There's a light behind her eyelids, but it's fading into darkness. She's already forgotten the sensation of prickling, warm sun on her skin, or the uncomfortable stabbing of ruined wood through her clothes. There's just a darkness now. The last sensation, the last feeling she thinks she will ever have, is the rushing brush of lips against her own.
And then darkness.
Wake up.
Darkness. Complete darkness, and she wants to feel around her. She wants to use her hands to guide her to an escape. But she thinks there isn't an escape. Also, she thinks she doesn't have hands anymore.
She suspects it's like sleeping, like all of her is asleep except for this single shred of what's left of Gwen Cooper. That final heartbeat, that last rattle of breath. She wonders briefly is death is the same for everyone, if those final seconds in the living world pass like eternity to the dying.
But she doesn't think about it long, because she senses, somehow, that she is no longer alone.
There's something.
There's something in the darkness.
Wake up.
And then, she does. A light breaks through, and before she can convince herself she's ascending to her childhood Heaven, a gust of air rips across her lips. Her lungs spasm with pain, and she lashes out in alarm. Her eyes open, the sun burns, and she clings to the soft material of clothing. It takes her too long to find out she's in Owen's arms, still on the pier. Her head throbs, her heart throbs, everything throbs with the most exquisite pain because she's awake, she's alive, she can feel again.
Owen rocks her like a child, but she won't close her eyes again. She doesn't know how long until she'll be able to rest. She thinks, already, she's been asleep for too long. And she's seen it now; the terror moving in the darkness.
It's time to wake up.
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Cut for length
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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: #301: Wake Up
Verse: Open/Canon Verse
Word Count: 431
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