More Wilbear Martin Fic!
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melwilIt's all Liz's fault . . .
Title: Watching Arms
Author: MelWil
Fandom: Wilbear Martin
Rating: PG
Summary: On cold mornings Jacobi just watches.
~*~
It was (Jacobi thought) too cold to be swimming. But outside, beyond the heavy drapes and carefully tinted windows, the swimmer continued to push himself through the water. One stroke after another. One lap and then the next.
It was a form of idiocy which Jacobi both admired and detested.
She was standing in her study - a room contradicting itself by being both welcoming and terrifying. A cup of tea was balanced between her fingers, but its steaming liquid was momentarily forgotten. She was too busy watching the swimmer.
The room seemed to echo with Secretary Smith’s words, despite the ten minute pause since they were spoken. His words - authorative as usual -boomed through the receiver, filling the room and seeping into the walls. But he said nothing of immediate importance and only his echo remained.
“You are troubled.”
Jacobi turned, finding herself face to face with the Mentor. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“This is a great room.” The Mentor allowed his lips to curl upward. “I suppose your greatest successes were planned between these walls.”
“Some of my greatest failures, too.”
The Mentor joined her at the window, pulling the drape aside and looking out at the pool. “What does he do?”
“He swims.” Jacobi sipped at her tea, silently admonishing herself for allowing it to cool.
“Is that all he does?”
“Most of the time.”
“Why do you keep him?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes I ask myself why I keep you.”
He allowed the drape to fall, to cover the window, to block out the swimmer. “It is because you love me.”
“Do I really?”
The Mentor took the tea cup from her, placing it (without a coaster - it would leave a ring that wouldn’t go away) on the desk. He placed a hand on the top of her head; rendering her the small child who had bent at the knee of her master. “I taught you to listen to your heart. Your heart and your mind. Reactions and consequences.”
“I’m not sure I have a heart anymore.”
“Then you cannot love me.” The Mentor shrugged. “I would not be surprised.”
Jacobi tilted her head to the side and squinted at him. “Then, tell me, why do I keep you?”
He walked past her, back to the window, standing in her spot, and watching the swimmer. Lap after lap. Stroke following stroke. “Why do you keep him?”
She picked up her tea cup and drained the cold contents in the pot of a plastic plant. Without any sign of emotion she dropped the cup on the floor and stomped on it. “I like his arms,” she walked away from her Mentor, walked out of the room without looking behind. “I like to watch his arms when he swims.”
Title: Watching Arms
Author: MelWil
Fandom: Wilbear Martin
Rating: PG
Summary: On cold mornings Jacobi just watches.
~*~
It was (Jacobi thought) too cold to be swimming. But outside, beyond the heavy drapes and carefully tinted windows, the swimmer continued to push himself through the water. One stroke after another. One lap and then the next.
It was a form of idiocy which Jacobi both admired and detested.
She was standing in her study - a room contradicting itself by being both welcoming and terrifying. A cup of tea was balanced between her fingers, but its steaming liquid was momentarily forgotten. She was too busy watching the swimmer.
The room seemed to echo with Secretary Smith’s words, despite the ten minute pause since they were spoken. His words - authorative as usual -boomed through the receiver, filling the room and seeping into the walls. But he said nothing of immediate importance and only his echo remained.
“You are troubled.”
Jacobi turned, finding herself face to face with the Mentor. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“This is a great room.” The Mentor allowed his lips to curl upward. “I suppose your greatest successes were planned between these walls.”
“Some of my greatest failures, too.”
The Mentor joined her at the window, pulling the drape aside and looking out at the pool. “What does he do?”
“He swims.” Jacobi sipped at her tea, silently admonishing herself for allowing it to cool.
“Is that all he does?”
“Most of the time.”
“Why do you keep him?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes I ask myself why I keep you.”
He allowed the drape to fall, to cover the window, to block out the swimmer. “It is because you love me.”
“Do I really?”
The Mentor took the tea cup from her, placing it (without a coaster - it would leave a ring that wouldn’t go away) on the desk. He placed a hand on the top of her head; rendering her the small child who had bent at the knee of her master. “I taught you to listen to your heart. Your heart and your mind. Reactions and consequences.”
“I’m not sure I have a heart anymore.”
“Then you cannot love me.” The Mentor shrugged. “I would not be surprised.”
Jacobi tilted her head to the side and squinted at him. “Then, tell me, why do I keep you?”
He walked past her, back to the window, standing in her spot, and watching the swimmer. Lap after lap. Stroke following stroke. “Why do you keep him?”
She picked up her tea cup and drained the cold contents in the pot of a plastic plant. Without any sign of emotion she dropped the cup on the floor and stomped on it. “I like his arms,” she walked away from her Mentor, walked out of the room without looking behind. “I like to watch his arms when he swims.”
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on 2003-10-28 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
on 2003-10-28 02:05 am (UTC)Tiberius . . . !
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on 2003-10-28 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2003-10-28 03:59 am (UTC)'S very good. *nods*
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on 2003-10-28 06:56 am (UTC)*claps* MORE!