An Errant Moment
Rated PG

The sides of the walls were cold as he touched his palm flat against the stone of his imprisonment. His eyes looked up to the one light hanging from the ceiling as it swayed slightly and flickered on and off. Water was trickling from the nearby sink as the drops hit the bottom of the metal basin it's as if the echo could deafen him in the quite of his solitude. When had his life spun so wildly out of control? When had he become what he had feared Nikolas would have become? When was the last moment that he truly was in control of his destiny?

The water began to drip faster, the light flickered more and the walls surrounding him felt like ice against his skin. He pulled the scratchy wool blanket over his shoulders as he tried to block the world out of his mind. A hand reached out to him and rested against the sweat beading on his forehead. He took a slow breath as she traced the outlines of his face slowly with a lone finger. First his eyebrows and then his ears. The finger dragged down the side of his neck around to his chin and then dropped from his face leaving him once again alone waiting for the storm to end.

The noises grew louder as the water seemed to crash like the waves once did on Cassadine Island. He could almost see the crests breaking against the rock face spraying upward as if completely free of their confinement. The light was flickering until it slowed with time and eventually it simply died out reminding him of all the things that he had lost in what amounted to only a small fraction of time. He could feel the cold in the room pressing down on him threatening to overwhelm him much like his love for the child he considered his son, for the woman he knew he could never have. For all of these things were just out of his reach.

In the roaring symphony of solitude a finger became a hand, a hand became an arm, a arm became the line that he needed to grasp in order to survive. His fear mounted his distrust became evident, his heart break seemed to echo from his silence. There was a new sound coming quickly down the hall from where he lay. It was fastly approaching him and he knew that it was now or never. Eyelids fluttered open as they adjusted to the dim room. In the depth of his darkness they were there again, the deep shadowy blue pools of his guardian angel. He reached for her across the span of time and the mere inches of bedding. No words were needed, between them. For in an errant moment all was understood and all was forgiven. "Be careful." He heard as if someone were singing it softly to his ears. "I will." He whispered back as his parched cracked lips met the unyielding softness of another’s.

"What is going on!" A voice shattered the silence. The angel leapt from the bed standing between him and an army of accusers standing ready. "He's having a heart attack you need to get a doctor!" She cried out as his chest constricted and his legs pulled up to his chest. "He needs help!" She cried looking back to his stiffening body his hair now matting his forehead. The footsteps bounded away from them almost in time with each other. His shivering was real, his heart seized but not from failure but from undying love. His eyes fluttered open as the angels' hair whipped around her face falling onto her shoulders. Worry etched her face as well as understanding in her eyes. The stomping of madmen returned and here amongst those assembled an enemy offered to save his life. He stepped forward into the insignificant space and the angel whirled on him in anger. "Don't touch him!" She roared backing up against the weak metal that was holding his body. "I can help." The man pleaded. The angel fought valiantly and it was enough.

For in the next moment he was dragged from within solitude and taken towards his freedom. Alone in a room of white, the beepings of machines setting the tempo to yet another dance. The angel of white crossed to the knight in green. "Be careful." She sang. "Return to me." Her heart spoke. "Forever could not keep me from you." His soul spoke. Like an eclipse the two passed within grasp of each other. Both came together blinding sight and silencing sound. As quickly as it had began it was gone. The dark like a vanishing shadow and the white blinded to the light as her world was ripped open again. "Is he gone? Has he gone to confront him?" A friendly voice asked but an answer never came as the angel crumpled into a chair holding on to hope.

~The End~

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