Carry You Home

by frin tennant [Reviews - 9]

  • All Ages
  • None
  • Angst, Het

Author's Notes:
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I'll carry you home. I'll carry you home...James Blunt.

He was trouble. I knew it from the very first moment she mentioned him. I knew I had lost her from the start.

Standing there on that beach watching her looking for him. Standing there watching her prepared to leave us. Forever.

I remembered three months before when she poured herself against that wall pounding and screaming. Her heart breaking in front of me.

And I could do nothing but watch her break.

Three months of watching her staring into space. Three months of hearing her sobs at night. Three months of pretending.

Working at Torchwood with me, I knew she was only searching for a way back to him. She did well there though. She would, wouldn't she?

Trouble taught her well.

Then, a few days ago, she woke up and said he had called her. Said he was waiting for her. She had to see him. Had to tell him.

She had to go.

We believed in her. Stood by her. Went with her.

Standing there watching her on that beach. Watching her talking to him. He wasn't even there.

I could see her breaking again.

Words caught on the wind. She didn't tell him. She lied. And then he was gone.

Mother and daughter ran to each other. She collapsed into her arms.

Father and friend looked at each other and moved quickly as she fell to the sand.

I carried her to the jeep. Rocked her on my lap, in my arms, as she wept for him. Again.

And then came the blood.

In the hospital I sat by her unconcious body. Her parents looking on. We all stood watching our broken Rose as the monitor changed from beeping out three heartbeats to just one. One weak, broken heartbeat.

Trouble leaves death and destruction behind.