Disclaimer: Why is it that every time I write a damn story we have to go through this? Do you *enjoy* rubbing it in my face? Huh? Well do you?? Bastards. Yeah, well fine I don't own them, how do you like them apples? (Had to get the swearing in here, since there isn't anymore)
Author's Note: Okay, I wrote this in response to the weekly challenge: Miss Parker is in the hospital dying, and Broots is at her side, what does she say/feel/think?
Ug, it's 12:30 a.m.? Oh well it's Saturday night. I felt the need to write so here it is…
Title - We All Need Heroes
Author - Ashlee
E-mail address - zyp959@hotmail.com
Rating - G
Category - Character Death
Series/Sequel - nope
Spoilers - N/A
Summary - Some final words from Miss Parker.
"We
all need Heroes"
By Ashlee
It's no secret, I'm dying. I've come to terms with it, and in some weird way it even makes sense to me. My dying isn't a big deal, the world won't stop, the Centre will barely blink, but there are a select few, very few, who will care, who will attend my funeral and cry because they miss me, because of their loss. One of whom is sitting at my deathbed. I open my eyes, it's a hard task at this point, to see Broots next to me. I muster a smile and say his name in a loud, thankful sigh.
"Miss Parker!! How are you feeling?" Broots sits up and looks at me hopefully.
I smile, a little sadder knowing that the look on his face is going to break my heart.
"Broots, I'm dying."
"No you're not, the doctors said that you'll make it."
He sounded so sure; I hated to say this.
"They're wrong." His face fell drastically, and the pain in my chest rose ten-fold. I hated to do this to him, but I could trust him to do this, to carry out my final wishes. "I need you to do some things for me Broots."
"Parker you're not gunna…"
"Yes I am." I say with a little too much force, but Broots realizes I'm not lying.
"Okay wha...what do you need me to do?"
"I want you to tell Syd that I love him, that I couldn't have asked for a better man to be my guardian angel while I was here. I also need you to get a security box I have at the Dover Bank to Jarod." Against the best of my efforts a tear escapes. "Tell him that what's in there will explain everything." Broots nodded but didn't interrupt. I clasped the hand that was holding my as hard as I could. "Broots, you've been like a brother to me. I love you and Debbie. You've made me realize a lot of things over the years- that it was all right for me to be scared that I could rely on people. You gave me faith again Broots, something I'd been missing for a long time. Nothing I could ever do would be enough to repay you."
I looked into Broots' eyes and saw that they were filled with tears, and mine filled in response.
"Parker, you don't have to give me anything. You've taught me too. You taught me to be strong, to stand up for myself, that I could. You've made me a stronger person, so it's me who owes you."
I smile weakly, and he does too, through the tears that cascade down his face. I can feel myself slipping away.
"We all need heroes Broots, and you were mine." I whisper as I close my eyes for the last time.
The next thing I know I'm standing next to Broots looking at my still body, hearing the heart monitor's scream, and see him burst into a fit of tears. I cry too and put my arm around him. He slowly lifts his head from the bed, and wipes away a tear with the hand that isn't holding mine. He stands and turns off the heart monitor and places my hand next to me on the bed. As he towers over my dead body he smiles gently.
"You were my hero too Miss Parker, you were mine too." I smile and hug him as he looks down at my now peaceful body. He gives it one last glance and leaves, and so do I knowing that I was loved after all.
What'd you think?? C'mon I can take it.