THIS STORY IS BASED ON THE SONG "MY IMMORTAL" BY EVANESCENCE AND THE VIDEO CLIP ON YOUTUBE. ALL CHARACTERS ARE THE PROPERTY OF CBS ENTERTAINMENT AND I REFUSE TO ACCEPT ANY RESPONSIBIITY. THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN SOLELY FOR MY ENJOYMENT.
Skull fired the gun and watched as Gage slumped to the ground. He jumped back in the car and drove off, paying no attention to the three crumpled up bodies.
Sydney sat next to the hospital bed waiting for Gage to wake up from his surgery.
"I love the sound of your voice, Gage. I can't believe I never told you."
She watched but he didn't stir, only the slight rise and fall of his chest said he was still alive.
"I'm sorry to tell you this but Ranger Gage didn't make it," Dr. Clark said.
I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears.
Those who knew Sydney said she aged ten years as she accepted the doctor's words.
"I am so sorry," Dr. Clark repeated.
"Oh, thank you, doctor," Sydney turned and walked out of the hospital.
If you have to leave, I wish you would just leave cause your presence still lingers here.
Sydney stood in the cemetery and looked at the small plaque that read "In Loving Memory of Francis Gage. 1969-2001."
And it won't leave me alone.
A few days later Sydney sat on the edge of her desk, doing her best to avoid looking at Gage's empty desk which had been cleaned off the day before the funeral. It was so strange seeing it empty. He had liked to keep it messy.
ONE YEAR LATER
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real.
Sydney sat in the police station. Her short black hair curled around her ears. She had gotten it cut although Gage had liked it long. He said it made her look prettier. A memory ran through her head.
She and Gage were sitting outside of the deaf school. They were carrying on a conversation and she was getting cold. He was hungry which was no surprise.
There's some things that time cannot erase. When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears. I held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me.
As the memory faded so did her smile. She shouldn't have come to visit. The memories were just to painful. She had tried to work for a few months but that had ended when they had tried to assign her a new partner. Gage had been her partner, thank you very much so she had turned in her badge and gun and now had a job as a singer at a local nightclub.
Sydney sat at the piano, singing. "I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone but though you're still with me, I've been alone. I'm alone."
As a man with a moustache came in Sydney ignored him and the wedding ring that was pinching her finger as another memory ran through her head.
This time she and Gage were undercover at a bar. She was going to check out the room where their suspects had been staying and Gage was warning her to be careful.
Then Gage made a come-on to her at the gym.
The show was over and Sydney was in her room, waiting. She didn't have long. The man came in her room and the two argued even as she thought about her dead partner.
They were at the deaf school. Gage was talking with three kids and she was sneaking up behind him. He had sensed her coming though and had spun around to face her.
She was handcuffed to a table and Gage was trying to save her before a bomb went off.
"You're still in love with him aren't you?" the man asked.
Sydney nodded and wiped at her eyes. The man opened his arms and Sydney went to him somewhat reluctantly.
You still have all of me.
They were undercover in a motorcycle group and they had just gotten accepted. Gage wrapped his arms around Sydney and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.