It wasn't that she didn't know how this would go. Prison had taught her to be cold, but Fraser showed her that cold didn't always kill. That you could live when every breath was agony, that you could push on when every step was your last. He'd held her once, in the snow, in the cold, and he'd put her fingers in his mouth to warm them. Had wrapped his arms around her to make her warm.
And she'd spoken to him to keep him sane. Her voice the only rope she could throw him. They had saved each other, maybe, a little.
Then he'd turned her in.
And ten years of her life had slipped through her fingers while she watched. Behind bars, behind glass, she watched.
"And you think I haven't?" she asked him, tenderly. Loving him in every breath, in every heartbeat, in the way she looked up at him. Hating him, too; but what was the difference? "We change, Ben. But this is our third chance. This time, you're here. And I'm here. And we're not dying in a storm and I'm not trying to escape. So what's so wrong with taking this chance?" She tilted her head forward, resting her forehead against his. "Don't you want to take this chance?"
It wasn't that she didn't know how this would end. But Victoria had to try. If she just worked hard enough, planned far enough ahead, if she just made sure it stayed her and him, then maybe. Maybe they could save each other again.
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Date: 2008-01-09 11:10 am (UTC)And she'd spoken to him to keep him sane. Her voice the only rope she could throw him. They had saved each other, maybe, a little.
Then he'd turned her in.
And ten years of her life had slipped through her fingers while she watched. Behind bars, behind glass, she watched.
"And you think I haven't?" she asked him, tenderly. Loving him in every breath, in every heartbeat, in the way she looked up at him. Hating him, too; but what was the difference? "We change, Ben. But this is our third chance. This time, you're here. And I'm here. And we're not dying in a storm and I'm not trying to escape. So what's so wrong with taking this chance?" She tilted her head forward, resting her forehead against his. "Don't you want to take this chance?"
It wasn't that she didn't know how this would end. But Victoria had to try. If she just worked hard enough, planned far enough ahead, if she just made sure it stayed her and him, then maybe. Maybe they could save each other again.