Credits Where Due - this beautiful piece is (c)'ed to her.Original Deviation - Sparring by jakemcormick Excerpt from Invincible (Chapter 10) Standing all morning had allowed a ton of time for reflection. Micah’s mind was beginning to go in circles with itself - not that he cared in the least. It had been about five years since he first met Liz, but they had only seen each other perhaps the equivalent of two. Many sick days had been saved on each person’s part for week long vacations to the other’s base. He had spent a little more time at Cheyenne than she had at MacDill - Tristan couldn’t afford as much time away from her project as much as Micah was willing to get out of his base. His security level was high enough to reach her in the labs but not at the actual location of her work. That hadn’t mattered - he had managed to surprise her on a number of different occasions. Most of those greetings had managed to get him knocked to the floor for startling her awake. A smile twitched the corners of Micah’s lips as he reminisced. ”Well, if you’re going to sleep in your lab, I deserve some play time!” Micah had rubbed his face tenderly, but he hadn’t complained. He knew better. She would eventually apologize - after she caught her breath and woke fully. The smile faded as thoughts of what usually ensued via Trissie’s request followed suit. Neither had liked the sparing sessions that she insisted should help dissolve her issues with contact. For hours they would fight behind a locked door, her bottled energy never seeming to run dry. Luckily he had the training to keep up. A few times she would surprise him with a new trick or a variation of an old one he had never seen. But each time he would retaliate, pinning her down in a way reminiscent of a week spent in Lebanon - Liz’s demeanor always changed from confidence to sheer terror. She always froze. And Micah always understood why she insisted on the training. If she froze in a real life situation, she’d loose more than the fight. The line moved forward and Micah followed suit, not really paying attention as he set his luggage down for a rest. His mind continued on it’s current path, leading him to the end of each sparring session in spite of his heart’s pleas to stop remembering. Tristie would be on her knees, weeping, broken - on the verge of physically sick. She always pushed herself farther than he knew she could handle, her spirit in shambles and scattered across the mat. Carefully, slowly, he would wrap himself around and over her from behind, locking his arms around her chest in protection and letting his weight and body warmth across her back sooth her aching soul. Liz would be too worn to even flinch away. He’d tenderly nuzzle into the brown waves just above her ear, then rest his chin on her shoulder until she stilled enough to hear his voice. Sometimes it took a while, but neither person ever had anywhere to be. They had all the time she needed. When she would finally quiet enough, Micah would whisper into her ear a prayer of thanks and protection, of healing and power over her life and his. She would begin to calm, her own lips working in prayers of her own. He knew the session was truly over when she would twist in his arms to return the embrace, slender arms wrapping tightly around his neck as though if she let go, she might loose him. He would use the time to let her know how much he loved her, how much she meant to him - and eventually she’d calm completely. |
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Some things of Note Yep, Thanksgiving is upon us. I'm only going to be in town Monday and Tuesday this week, coming back late Friday night. With work preps and such, deviations are gonna have to halt for now.
I'm taking my laptop with me to the small mountain area of Spartanburg, SC - but last time we went, internet wasn't an option. Plus family kept us hopping pretty well. I'll do my best though
. Just know that if I don't come online, I will be writing in all my spare time and while riding (unless my dad is driving... I am NOT getting sick this time!) .Second note - yet another
rendition of Tris!
I salute both you and this darling girl!
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's both*Gah! Time to go! I'll be around, I'll be writing - sorry for yet another hiatus, guys, but well.... TIS THE SEASON!
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"Hey Dan! Mom-"
"Hello?"
"Dan? I said Mom-"
"What?"
"Dan?"
"You're breaking up."
*Shouting* "Dan! Can you hear me now?"
"Hello?"
"Daniel! Mom said to-"
"This is my voicemail. Leave a message." *beep*
"...I hate you." *click*
Me vs my bro's voicemail.
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