Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

[prisca]

Title: Seriously ill
Characters: Erin, Mr. Smith, Rose Smith
Words: 398
finished: 01.06.2015

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She was lying on the big bed, looking so small, so pale. Her eyes closed. Her breath was slow and uneven. Six days since she had gotten sick. And there was nothing he could do than to sit on the edge of her bed, hold her hand and pray. "Please! Please! Tell me, what did I wrong? Please, don't take her away from me. Not Rose!"

But God kept quiet.

The door opened slowly, and Gina entered. "Smith? How is she doing?"

He looked up. His eyes were red and swollen. For days he couldn't sleep anymore, hadn't been able to eat. "The doctor says there is nothing he can do for her. She will get better soon or ..."

He paused, unable to put the horrible into words. The thought to lose her was excruciating. Gina put a hand onto his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Smith, she's such a sunshine. If there is anything I can do …"

Helplessly he just shook his head, and she left him alone again.

Erin was the next. She brought him some fruit and a plate of soup. He refused to eat; his stomach felt tied up into knots. But the young woman was not willing to give up so easily.

“You need to eat,” she said gently. “She will wake up again, and then she needs you.” And with shaking fingers, he grabbed for the spoon, cleared the plate without knowing what he was eating.

Kurdy was the last. He stopped at the doorway, only standing there without saying a word. Finally he stepped closer hesitating, passing a blanket to Smith. "You need some rest!”

"No! I can't! Maybe she will wake up ...”

“I will stay with her!” Kurdy pulled Smith to the old armchair, which was standing in the corner of the room and forced him to sit down. Put the blanket around him. Only a minute later, the little guy was fallen into a deep sleep. And Kurdy sat down at the edge of Rose's bed.

....

"Smith!"

He startled out of his sleep. His eyes fell on Kurdy, who was standing in front of the old chair. Realization hit him. Rose! Did he sleep for too long? Had he left her alone? It was then that he noticed the smile on Kurdy's lips, and he dared to relax again.

She would live. He wouldn't lose her.

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

[prisca]

Title: The rescue
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith
Words: 399
finished: 20.08.2016

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"God damned!" Kurdy cursed loudly.

The moment he had pulled the trigger, Smith had decided to step in and save the brutal skinhead. Now the guy was lying on the ground unhurt, but there was blood seeping out of the tattered fabric of Smith's old coat. Carefully he tried to move his arm up and down, pulling the face, obviously in pain. Bugged out, Kurdy hurried over. "Let me have a look at it!"

But the little man shook his head. "I'm fine. It's only a graze shot."

"This was outright stupid, you little shit," Kurdy snapped at him. Despite his anger, he was relieved that Smith obviously wasn't seriously hurt.
"This bastard tried to kill us! And you risk your life to save this ass?"

Smith glanced at the guy who was still cowering on the ground. Yes, his eyes were still full of hate and bloodlust. Without the gun in Kurdy's hand, he would have attacked them again, without hesitation, without mercy. Finally he sighed and shaking his head he turned back to his partner.

"Trust me, Kurdy, I haven't saved him," he murmured. "Let him go!"

The voice with this strange undertone; Kurdy hated it when he talked like that. Even more, because he knew that Smith's mysterious words turned out to be the truth much too often. With narrowed eyes he turned back to the skinhead and pointed over to the wood nearby.

"Fine, back off. But better don't cross my way again; next time, we might be alone, and no one can hold me back to give you what you deserve."

With cold eyes the guy stared at him; for a moment Kurdy was sure that despite the circumstances he would try another attack. But finally he just turned around and hushed away between the big trees.

"C'mon, let's get back to the Mountain," Kurdy said. "I'm sure Markus wants to get a report about the Skinhead." He knew the young leader wouldn't be happy about this incident; he had hoped that the situation at the surrounding of the Mountain finally was under control.

"He is not a danger any longer," Smith murmured while getting into the old jeep. "Even if you didn't kill him, before the end of this day, he will wish you would have."

Kurdy shuddered and started the motor. No, he would not think about this now.

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

[prisca]

Title: Only a fantasy?
Characters: Mr. Smith, Rose Smith
Words: 258
finished: 01.06.2015

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The voice in his head got even louder when Smith refused to listen. No, he couldn't move on like this; he had tried to believe in God's words, even if he mostly didn't understand the meaning of the mystery prophecies. But now it was too much. He felt tired, burned out.

Curled up like a ball he was lying on the small bed in the spare room of the Mountain. His body still hurt from the fight last night. But much worse were the memories which followed him into his dreams, painful and horribly vivid pictures.

„Daddy?“

The word tore him out of his thoughts. No, this couldn't be. Rose was at the school, where the nuns took good care of her and other children. Miles and miles away from the Mountain, from all the darkness and danger. He hadn't seen her for ages, and even if he missed her, he knew, it was good this way.

„Daddy!“

Reluctantly he opened his eyes. And there she was; a red sweater, jeans, her long hair bound together in a ponytail. Just as she had looked like when he had seen her for the last time, in summer. She smiled at him. „God has told me to come here because you need me,“ she said. And she put her arms around his neck; he could feel her warmth and her breath on his skin.

The dam broke. When he finally stopped crying, the sun was already rising. Rose was gone, but he felt ready for the new day.

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Livejournal

[prisca]

Title: Maria
Characters: Erin, Mr. Smith, a little girl
Words: 475
finished: 01.06.2015

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"What's wrong with her?" Smith looked at Erin questioningly. Some children were playing ball on the meadow behind the Mountain. They were still looking pale and weak, only sometimes there was laughter to hear. But at least they had started to play again.

The roads had been their home for far too long; they had tried to survive in the woods; alone, helpless, abused. So many children and it was impossible to save all of them. But at least some. Here, in Thunder Mountain, they could feel safe for the first time in their short life, they could learn to be children again.

But a little girl with long, black curls had caught Smith's special interest. She was cowering near the huge oak, curled up like a cat.

Erin sighed. "She came here some days ago, but she doesn't seem to be able to open up. Not even the tiniest bit. She still refuses to speak. She doesn't eat. Is barely able to find some sleep; wakes up crying several times every night. It's so hard to endure. I want to help her, but I'm at a loss what to do!"

Smith watched the little girl thoughtfully for a while. Finally he went over to the oak tree and knelt down quite a bit away from her. She looked up, her eyes full of obvious panic as if she was thinking about it to take flight every moment.

Smith smiled reassuring, cocking his head. "Como te llamas," he asked softly.

The girl blinked.

"Me llamo Smith. Y tu?"

Silence for long while. Smith didn't move, just smiling at her. Suddenly she exhaled deeply. "Maria.” Barely a whisper. “Me llamo Maria." When she burst into tears Smith caught her in his arms, holding her tight. He could say, these were not tears of panic but of relief.

Two hours later he was still cowering on the ground, the girl, Maria, in his arms. She had cried for a long time. Then she started to calm down and fall into a deep, exhausted sleep, her hand still clutching his shirt.

Smith looked up when Erin carefully approached them. “She will get better now,” he whispered.

Erin nodded, still not able to understand this little wonder, but it was such a relief. “Maybe you could try to bring her inside, to bed,” she suggested. "This looks not very comfortable."

But Smith shook his head. “No, it's okay. I will stay here, hold her until she will wake up again.”

“Might be better,” Erin agreed. “She trusts you. What luck that you know a little bit of Spanish. Where have you learned it?”

Smith kept quiet for a moment. "I don't,” he finally said."To be honest, I didn't even know that I can talk Spanish."

“What do you mean?” Erin stared at him, feeling confused. "You have talked to her all the time. How should you be able to do this without any bits of knowledge of the language?”

He shrugged. "I've just opened my mouth ... and the words did come out!"