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Summary: Ten years to get back what was lost. (Spoilers for CoE)
Rating: PG-13
Author’s notes: Stupid show broke my heart ...
Dedication:  To Marén, Maddle and Veronika.
Disclaimer: The moment unicorns are real,
I will get the rights on these characters.

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51°29°38.3°“N 0°07 ’32.2“W

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She never saw him that first year, too occupied with getting to know the ropes of her new job, too aghast to actually work here.

He was only a flash of blue fabric that second year and she didn’t catch his face.

Another spring and she knew she’d seen this coat before, she just couldn’t place it.

“Do I know you?” she asked him, when she passed him on the stairs.

“No,” he said with a sad smile. “I hope not.”

She didn’t think of him the fourth year, didn’t see him behind her stack of papers, trying to get the world back in order.

She had an office of her own when she crossed path with him again. She walked the corridor with coffee in her hand and caught his stare following her. She only remembered him because of his sad smile.

He looked even more sad and worn the next year and she didn’t know why her heart hurt so much when she saw him.

When she spotted him six years after she’d first moved into the building, sitting on a bench, she gathered all her courage and sat down next to him, handing him a cup of coffee.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“No,” was the only reply she got.

He brought her coffee the next year.

And the following year as well, still with the sad smile etched into his face.

“I want to help you,” she said in earnest when he came back a third time.

“What makes you think I need help?”

She snorted in her coffee and just raised an eyebrow.

“I just need,” he paused, “time. Just a little more.”

“Okay.”

She had her own team of assistants that tenth year of their acquaintance, but they weren’t there when he sat down on the other side of her desk, shoving a cup of coffee towards her, the setting sun shining brightly through her big window.

“I need your help.”

“Okay.”

“I need the keys to the room.”

“To wha – oh.” She sipped on her coffee for a few minutes before she got up. “Follow me.”

Together they took the stairs, she typed in a few codes where doors were locked, and finally they stood in front of the door, behind which lives had been changed forever.

“Thanks,” he simply said and she didn’t know what to do.

“Do you want me to … ?”

“No, go home. Kiss your husband, say goodnight to your children, enjoy the evening.” He smiled at her, and for once it wasn’t drenched in sadness. “You’re a good woman.”

She never saw him again, but the next year, when the frost was gone and the first signs of life showed up outside her window another man came into her office, bringing her coffee.

“Thanks,” he said, nervously playing with his tie. “Thanks for all.” He straightened his jacket and took the few steps to the door.

She didn’t dare to ask the important questions on her mind, the hows and whys, but she could ask one question at least.

“Is he happy now?”

The man turned to her again, a shy smile slowly spreading over his face. “Yes, he – we, we are happy now.”

They nodded at each other and he left her office.

She never saw him again.

- fin


Date: 11 July 2009 21:54 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rei17.livejournal.com
Du hast ihn wiederbelebt!
Gott sei Dank! *__*
Das war sehr, sehr, sehr schön ... und bittersüß und so dringend nötig. Eine wunderschöne Outsider-Perspektive. Und eigentlich ist es okay, dass du die schmoopige Wiedervereinigung nicht geschrieben hast (oh Gott, das will ich jetzt sofort lesen!). Man kann es alles nur erahnen, aber das ist schon wunderschön genug.
*meeep*
Danke, jetzt fühle ich mich besser. ^^

Date: 15 July 2009 12:47 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hope-calaris.livejournal.com
Es musste sein. Meine innere Fluffhasenzüchterin wollte ein Happy End.

Date: 11 July 2009 21:57 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leviathans-moon.livejournal.com
das ist wirklich schön, ich mag es wie du jack und ianto nur so ein klein wenig charakterisierst, blauer mantel, schüchternes lächeln und kaffee^^.
wer macht jack jetzt den guten kaffee? *schnief*
aber es ist schön, sich vorzustellen, dass die zwei in aller ewigkeit zusammen sind.

Date: 15 July 2009 12:46 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hope-calaris.livejournal.com
Zu mehr Charakterisierung bin ich mit meinem Episodenkonsum auch noch gar nicht in der Lage ;)

PS: Ich maaaaag deinen Icon.

Date: 15 July 2009 13:24 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] khalaris.livejournal.com
Da sich in den ersten beiden Staffeln die Charakterisierungen der Personen eh fast von Folge zu Folge ändern hast du zumindest von der Seite her nix verpasst ;)
Edited Date: 15 July 2009 13:25 (UTC)

Date: 12 July 2009 18:48 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] khalaris.livejournal.com
Sehr schöne minimale, aber treffende Charakterisierung.

Date: 15 July 2009 12:46 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hope-calaris.livejournal.com
Danke.

PS: Du hast ne Mail.

Date: 12 July 2009 19:54 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maddle.livejournal.com
Wow, das ist wirklich schön geschrieben. ^^ Kann gar nicht glauben, dass du das in der kurzen Zeit hinbekommen hast. Respekt!

Date: 15 July 2009 12:45 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hope-calaris.livejournal.com
Danke ... und ab und zu hab ich so Phasen, an denen ich Zeugs ganz schnell produziere. Ist aber sehr selten.

Date: 14 July 2009 22:26 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morweneledhwen.livejournal.com
Eine wirklich traurige Geschichte, aber sehr schön geschrieben. <3
Ich mag die Beschreibungen der kleinen Veränderungen über den langen Zeitraum hinweg, und wie sich die beiden langsam näherkommen. ^^

Aber eines verstehe ich nicht - erinnert sie sich nun oder erinnert sie sich nicht, und wenn sie sich nicht erinnert, wieso weiß sie dann, von welchem Raum er redet?

Date: 15 July 2009 12:44 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hope-calaris.livejournal.com
Wieso sollte "sie" sich erinnern? Also an was? Quark, ich sollte aufhören rätselhaftes Zeugs zu schreiben ... also "sie" ist einfach ne Angestellte in diesem Thames Building (daher auch die Koordinaten), die sich hocharbeitet. Und natürlich kennt halt jeder diesen Raum, in dem damals der Alien war.

Date: 15 July 2009 13:22 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morweneledhwen.livejournal.com
Ahhh! *_*
Okay, vielen Dank für die Erklärung. Jetzt habe ich es auch verstanden. xD

Und nein, hör bloß nicht auf, solche Sachen zu schreiben!
Du kannst ja nichts dafür, dass man mich hin und wieder mit der Nase draufstoßen muss, wenn ich eine Geschichte nicht gleich durchschaue. ;)

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