DARKEST HOUR
By Sergeeva [22 June 1999]

Sometimes I wake in the night and touch him to make sure he's safe.

Or I lie and just listen - waiting for the breath that doesn't come.

Sometimes I make myself contemplate a day when death separates us.

I don't imagine his death would be as quiet as breath ceasing.

He thinks I don't know about Krycek and his infernal device. He thinks he's
sparing me that knowledge.

Tonight, I lie stroking his warm back and loving him for that stupid, stoic
courage.

You're not alone any longer. Your fight - my fight.

Love cuts both ways, Walter.

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