Primeval drabble: Forgiveness
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knitekatTitle: Forgiveness
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 3 x 100
Characters: James Lester, OWC
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 250: Past Challenges and the prompts:- Haunted (182), Alone (58) and “I'm Sorry” (103). Part of my Dreams Of Yesterday drabble series and continues from In The Doghouse. Thanks go to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear.
Remembering (Haunted - 182)
James sobbed softly as he stared at the torn photo in his shaking hands. He swallowed as he recalled that day – how Steff had laughed and watched their children play. It had been their last moment of freedom... before the truth.
He wiped a hand angrily across his face, refusing to cry. How could he have been so blind to her pain and suffering? How had he not seen behind the mask she had worn?
James couldn't help the gnawing feeling that he had seen. Seen but denied it. He should have done more, he should have saved her.
Together (Alone – 58)
James bowed his head as his grief threaten to overwhelm him. It hurt so much, he didn't know if he could cope with the hole where his heart had once beat. He had been strong for his children, but... he had abandoned them. Left them alone and... he did nothing to stop the tears falling silently down his face.
James almost jumped as he felt the small, furry body press against him and felt the cub's rough tongue. The dam finally broke and James sobbed harshly, holding the cub in his arms as he buried his face in his fur.
Forgiveness (“I'm Sorry” – 103)
James felt the cub wiggle in his grip before he twisted. He almost dropped him in surprise when his rough tongue lapped at James' tears. James could hear the cub's soft whimper as he pressed himself against James.
James held the cub close and whispered, his voice breaking. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you.” He cuddled the cub against him, hoping his actions would tell the cub he was sorry. He hadn't even meant to yell at him, it wasn't the cub's fault he couldn't resist leather. It wasn't his fault he had ripped James' precious photo.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 3 x 100
Characters: James Lester, OWC
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 250: Past Challenges and the prompts:- Haunted (182), Alone (58) and “I'm Sorry” (103). Part of my Dreams Of Yesterday drabble series and continues from In The Doghouse. Thanks go to Fred for the beta, cheers m'dear.
Remembering (Haunted - 182)
James sobbed softly as he stared at the torn photo in his shaking hands. He swallowed as he recalled that day – how Steff had laughed and watched their children play. It had been their last moment of freedom... before the truth.
He wiped a hand angrily across his face, refusing to cry. How could he have been so blind to her pain and suffering? How had he not seen behind the mask she had worn?
James couldn't help the gnawing feeling that he had seen. Seen but denied it. He should have done more, he should have saved her.
****
Together (Alone – 58)
James bowed his head as his grief threaten to overwhelm him. It hurt so much, he didn't know if he could cope with the hole where his heart had once beat. He had been strong for his children, but... he had abandoned them. Left them alone and... he did nothing to stop the tears falling silently down his face.
James almost jumped as he felt the small, furry body press against him and felt the cub's rough tongue. The dam finally broke and James sobbed harshly, holding the cub in his arms as he buried his face in his fur.
****
Forgiveness (“I'm Sorry” – 103)
James felt the cub wiggle in his grip before he twisted. He almost dropped him in surprise when his rough tongue lapped at James' tears. James could hear the cub's soft whimper as he pressed himself against James.
James held the cub close and whispered, his voice breaking. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you.” He cuddled the cub against him, hoping his actions would tell the cub he was sorry. He hadn't even meant to yell at him, it wasn't the cub's fault he couldn't resist leather. It wasn't his fault he had ripped James' precious photo.
